’Thank you, Orange. How very kind and thoughtful you are!’ said Mirelle. Orange went up to her. Orange had lost her colour, and a hard, restrained look had come over her face. ’How are you now?’ ’A little better; not much. I feel very cold.’ ’It is heart,’ said Orange, ’that ails you. That will stop some day—or night. Stop in a moment when least expected.’ And without another word she went back through her door and re-locked it. ’Shall I unpack your box, mistress?’ asked the old woman. ’It won’t do for you to stoop. It might bring the swimming in your head again. It is only for me to stay up a bit later to finish the housework.’ ’Thank you, dear, kind Geneviève. I am much obliged, I shall be very glad of it.’ Genefer uncorded and unlocked the trunk and removed from it what she thought would be necessary for the night. ’Shall I bring out this Christ on the cross?’ she asked, holding up the crucifix Herring had bought for his bride. ’Oh, please do so. I shall be glad to have it.’ ’Ah!’ said the old woman, ’if the fear and sickness of heart come over you again, you can look to that and take comfort. I be not that set against images such as this, that I would forbid and destroy them. Since you’ve been to Welltown I’ve a looked on this here many scores of times, and it have done me a deal of good, it have.’ Then she planted the crucifix in the middle of a small table at the head of the bed, between a couple of wax lights that were burning there. Mirelle shivered. ’Oh, Geneviève! what have you done? Do you know that with us we put a crucifix and candles in that way at the head of a bed where some one is lying dead?’ ’Let be,’ said Genefer. ’Sleep is a figure of death, and if you cannot sleep under the cross you are not fit to die under it. Remember what Miss Orange said. You suffer from the heart, and it may stop at any hour; so be always ready.’ She went again to the hearth. ’Drat the fire, it won’t burn, leastwise not readily; there be too much cold air in the flue. There, mistress, now I must go; I’ve my work to do downstairs.’ ’May I have a rushlight for the night, Geneviève?’ ’My dear, there be none in the house; I’d go gladly and fetch you one, but the shops be all shut in the town. There, good night, and God be with you.’ ’Where do you sleep, Geneviève?’ ’At the far end of the house, up the other flight of stairs.’ ’If I should want you? If I should call in the night?’ Mirelle looked anxiously, pleadingly at her. ’My darling, it would be no good. I should never hear. But what do that matter? Miss Orange be close at hand, and you’ve but to call if you feel ill, and her’ll run and wake me up, and I’ll go for the doctor fast as lightning, so there, don’t’y fear any more.’ Mirelle sighed. ’Give me a kiss, Geneviève, before you go.’ ’With all my heart, precious!’ and the old woman kissed her fondly on the cheek, and then raised and kissed both her hands in succession.