"Mamma, do you remember what happened that first night at Cacouna?"
"What first night?" Mrs. Costello pressed her hand upon her heart, which began to beat painfully.
"The night when you told me about my father."
"Yes; I remember. Go on."
"And the next day?"
"Yes. Don't tell me that you still regret it."
"Mamma, I have seen him again."
"To-day?"
"To-day. At the chapel of St. Ferdinand."
"Did he know you? Did you speak to him?"