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All she sought NOW was shelter wherein to weep and cower unseen; but the priest believed that her tears would soon spring from profound depths of penitence such as often concluded the lives of the gay ladies of France. Mere Monique had received her tenderly, and the good priest had gone from Lucon to announce her fate to her aunt and brother. At Bellaise he had found the Abbess much scandalized.
"Martin then left the house; and Monique, going up to the room where she slept, and where the great family chest was kept, called all her grandchildren, and letting them see where she put the purse, she charged them, one and all, not to speak one word to any person out of the house about the treasure which had been found. "'Why must not we, grandmother? said Margot.
"They were both pleased; Meeta loved the thoughts of any new employment, and Monique promised her advice and assistance. Even Jacques, when he came in, said he thought he might help also in drawing water and spreading the linen on the grass. "'And I, said little Margot, 'can gather the flowers to lay upon the things can't I, Ella?
Wolf was the name of Martin Stolberg's dog: Wolf was of the true shepherd's breed, and a most careful watch he kept both day and night; but he had gone that morning with Jacques to the Alps above the waterfall. "Monique had told the two girls that they might have peas for dinner, so it was their first business to gather these peas, and bring them into the house.
The women attacked with this frightful disease were mixed in the ward of St. Monique with others who had only a simple fever, and the latter fell an inevitable prey to the hideous contagion, in the very place where, full of confidence, they had hoped to recover their health. Women with child, women in their confinement, were equally crowded, pell-mell, on narrow and infected truckle-beds.
We will never speak of it. "'How can we help it? said Meeta; 'I can never help talking of what I am thinking about. "'That is a mistake of yours, Meeta, said Monique; 'you never talk of some things which happened at Vienne, which you think would be no credit to you. "'You mean about our being so very poor, and being forced to sell our clothes, grandmother?
Never, never shall it be again! What blessed grace has guarded you through all? 'Did I not belong to you? she said exultingly. 'And had not Sister Monique, yes, and M. le Baron, striven hard to make me good? Ah, how kind he was! 'My father? Yes, Eustacie, he loved you to the last. 'Ah! his Psalms! I shall love them!
She knew that repentance alone was left for her, and permitted herself to be taken to Lucon, where Mere Monique was the only person whom she had ever respected.
"Three or four days passed quietly after the evening in which Meeta and Ella went to the village; but on the fourth morning a message came from Madame Eversil to Monique, to tell her that she had just heard of a party of persons of great consequence who were coming from a distance to dine at her house; she sent to beg her to come down immediately to help in getting the dinner, and, if she had no objection, to bring Ella with her to wait on the ladies and at table.
He only asked how safe and honourable shelter could be found for her; and the cure replied that he had already spoken to her of the convent of Lucon, and should take her there so soon as it could safely be done, and that Abbess Monique, he trusted, would assist her crushed spirit in finding the path of penitence.
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