"Ask who she is," exclaimed Madame Millet, greatly excited. "Here, take this card and pencil, and beg of her that she will write down her wishes."
Bernadette took them, and the ladies heard her repeat the request as she approached the excavation and the divine radiance lighted up her face. She paused, and for several moments remained in an apparent state of rapture: then she returned to them, and in reply to their inquiries said that her "Dame" had said that she saw no necessity to write her wishes, for she knew Bernadette would obey.
"Obey what?" asked Mademoiselle Peyret. "What did she command you to do?"
"To come to meet her at the grotto every day for fifteen days."
"Why?"
"I don't know why."
"But did she not say anything more?"
"Yes, madame."
"What?"
"She promised that if I did so I should be happy in a future world."