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Craven, the author of the Récit d'une Soeur; and he formed acquaintance with leading men and women of all nationalities. "There is not a day passes," he wrote home, "that I do not make the acquaintance of persons of great importance, or acquire the knowledge of matters equally important for me to know; and I gain more in a day than one could in years at other times.

Is it true that Aunt Thérèse said I was to be made one?" "Yes, that is true enough, I believe; but there is nothing to be unhappy about in that," answered Soeur Lucie, who naturally looked at things from a different point of view than Madelon's.

'I had rather live at Chateau Leurre, or my own Nid de Merle, she replied. 'There I should see Soeur Monique, and my aunt, the Abbess, and we would have the peasants to dance in the castle court. Oh! if you could but see the orchards at Le Bocage, you would never want to go away. And we could come now and then to see my dear Queen. 'I am glad at least you would not live at court.

I really do not see how it can be arranged Soeurs Marie and Catherine settled it with our late sainted Superior, and I think even they are beginning to repent a little, for they were talking only this morning of all the expense we have had lately." "Poor child," murmured Soeur Lucie, who had no unkindly feelings towards her little charge, "there is surely enough for one more."

Touching my hand with the bundle of new-cut quills, he said: "Dites donc, petite soeur speak frankly what have you thought of me during the last two days?" But of this question I would take no manner of notice; its purport made my eyes fill. I caressed Sylvie assiduously.

Soeur Lucie went down on her knees and began to uncord the trunk. "Here is the key tied to it," she said; "now we shall see." She raised the lid as she spoke, but at that moment a bell began to ring. "That is for vespers," she cried, "we must go; Madeleine, in a few days you will be able to come to the chapel again; to- night you can stay and take out these things.

Somehow Soeur Lucie was touched with a sudden feeling of unwonted tenderness for her little charge. "Pauvre petite," she murmured, gently raising one hand that hung over the side of the bed, and smoothing back a stray lock of hair. Madelon opened her eyes for a moment; "Monsieur Horace," she said, "I have not forgotten, I I will " and then she turned away and fell sound asleep again.

"Oh, yes, she has improved, no doubt; it would be astonishing if she had not, after being here more than two years; but that is not the question. However, I must be going," she added, "I have a hundred things to do before vespers. And the border for that altar-cloth will be ready by the end of the month, you think?" "I hope so," answered Soeur Lucie.

No one felt disposed to put in a claim for her least of all Soeur Lucie, whom she had brought into terrible disgrace, and who had yet been really fond of the child, and who for months after had a pang in her kind little heart whenever she thought of her wayward charge.

Like Madelon, Soeur Lucie had been brought, a little ten-year- old orphan to the convent, to be under the care of one of the nuns who was her aunt; and it was, perhaps, on this account, that she was chosen by Mademoiselle Linders as a sort of gouvernante for her niece.