"Some pilgrims are going up to Sainte Odile on Saturday to hear the Easter bells. I have never been there at this time. If you do not mind, it is an excursion I should much like to make."
He did not mind.
Jean opened his window when he woke that morning. There was a thick fog. The fields near the house were invisible.
"You will not go in this weather?" asked Lucienne, when she saw her brother come into the dining-room, where she was drinking her chocolate.
"Yes, I shall go."
"You will see nothing."
"I shall hear."
"Is it then so extraordinary?"
"Yes."
"Then will you take me?"