"What do you do with yourself on Sunday?"
"I take a holiday, Citizen," she answered demurely, and without looking up.
"But what do you do with your holiday, Citoyenne," said Dangeau, persistent.
Mademoiselle smiled a little and blushed a little, smile and blush alike reproving his curiosity, but after a slight hesitation she said:
"I go to one of the great churches."
"And when you are there?"
"Is it the Catechism?" ventured Mademoiselle, and then went on hastily, "I say my prayers, Citizen."
"And could you not say them at home?"
"Why, yes, and I do, Citizen, but I go to hear the Mass; and then the church is so solemn, and big, and beautiful. Others are praying round me, and I feel my prayers are heard."
Dangeau frowned and then broke out impatiently: