"Ah, that is because I was thinking of him, apparently. Come, Ursule, it is time for you to go, my child."
"That's a pity, I was going to tell you of an adventure which happened to my aunt which was even more marvellous than the others."
"Oh, that's delightful; that will be for tomorrow," said Blanche. "That will suit you, dear nurse, won't it? You see my good friend suspects nothing; besides, if he should see Ursule and be angry, well, I'll take all the blame on myself and I can pacify him."
"Come, then, tomorrow night, and we will learn all about your aunt's adventures."
"Yes, Mademoiselle Marguerite, but will you have the goodness to give me back my talisman."
"Yes, my dear child, that's right. O my God! what have I done with it? Has Satan tricked me out of it? I was holding it just this minute."
"Wait, dear nurse, here it is," pointing to the hearth, "you have let it fall in the cinders."
"Faith, so I did," answered the old woman, picking up the little scrap of cloth. "Oh, my goodness! it's a little scorched."
"Oh, that's all right, mademoiselle," said Urbain, "that won't have taken away any of its virtue."
"No, assuredly not, my dear child, and if it had been burned its ashes would have retained the same properties."