She paused, shook her head and gave it up. And then they came indoors, and Guy, in the overflowing joy of his heart, said to Pierre as he came forward in the hall: "Mademoiselle is never going to leave us, Pierre. Wish me joy. She will be your mistress." Pierre, like an excitable Frenchman, began to wave his hands. "Ah, bon, bon!" he ejaculated. And then he began to invoke so many blessings on Adrienne's head that she ran away from him crying: "I shall suffer from a swollen head very soon." She stopped at her aunt's door. Her first impulse had been to tell her of her happiness, and then she began to wonder whether her aunt would consider it good news or not. She might not like the idea of Adrienne becoming mistress of the Château. If she were in normal health and strength, Adrienne was sure that the idea of being superseded would not please her. She finally decided not to tell her. So she went in and relieved the nurse in her usual way. Later on she had another talk with Guy, and before she went to bed that night had written to her uncle telling him of her engagement and saying that she hoped to be home in a few days' time. She also congratulated him very warmly on his own contemplated marriage. "We will not be married together on the same day," she wrote; "for I want you to give me away. But I want my wedding to be very quiet, and Guy agrees with me. I am longing to see you and talk to you. If you only knew how I have longed for you, and how lonely I have been feeling, you wouldn't imagine that I had forgotten you. It was when Guy found me crying my eyes out that he promptly said he meant to take care of me for the future. He's an adept at comforting. He's stiff and matter of fact outside, but at heart is the tenderest, most feeling person in the world." Very few people were told of Adrienne's engagement. But she made a point of telling little Agatha herself. Agatha wisely smiled. "I knew it would come, Mademoiselle. The good God lets me know things, because my life is so quiet. And the Count will settle down amongst us at last. It will be good for us all—very good. See how God has arranged for you, and for the poor Countess. She will die happily in her old home, and you will take her place, and be held tightly in the hearts of us all." "Oh, Agatha, do you think my aunt is going to die? I wonder and think so much of her. I long that she should get into touch with the unseen land before she goes there, but she speaks so seldom now, and with so much difficulty. I wish I knew about her." "Dear Mademoiselle, the Lord has found her and is keeping her safely in His Arms." "How do you know?" Agatha laughed in her gentle, joyous way. "I do know. I haven't a fear now. I talked about her much, and now I have been assured. Keep on reading to her, Mademoiselle, and talk to her as you do when you visit the little Alain in his bed." "I think you are a wizard, Agatha. I never told you how I talk to Alain."