M. Mauperin had taken her on his knee. He put his arms round her, kissed her forehead and said, "Don't cry, Renee, don't cry!" "How dreadful! Never!" she repeated once more, as though she were just rousing herself from some bad dream, and then, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she said to her father: "I must go away and have my cry out," and with that she escaped. * * * * * "That Dardouillet is certainly mad," remarked Denoisel, as he entered the room. "Just fancy, I could not possibly get rid of him. Ah, you are alone?" "Yes, my wife is in Paris, and Renee has just gone upstairs." "Why, what's the matter, M. Mauperin? You look----" "Oh, it's nothing--a little scene with Renee that I've just had--about this marriage--this Reverchon. I was silly enough to tell her that I am in a hurry to see my grandchildren, that fathers of my age are not immortal, and thereupon--the child is so sensitive, you know. She is up in her room now, crying. Don't go up; it will take her a little time to recover. I'll go and look after my work people." Denoisel, left to himself, lighted a cigar, picked up a book and went out to one of the garden seats to read. He had been there about two hours when he saw Renee coming towards him. She had her hat on and her animated face shone with joy and a sort of serene excitement. "Well, have you been out? Where have you come from?" "Where have I come from?" repeated Renee, unfastening her hat. "Well, I'll tell you, as you are my friend," and she took her hat off and threw her head back with that pretty gesture women have for shaking their hair into place. "I've come from church, and if you want to know what I've been doing there, why, I've been asking God to let me die before papa. I was in front of a large statue of the Virgin--you are not to laugh--it would make me unhappy if you laughed. Perhaps it was the sun or the effect of gazing at her all the time, I don't know, but it seemed to me all in a minute that she did like this--" and Renee nodded her head. "Anyhow, I am very happy and my knees ache, too, I can tell you; for all the time I was praying I was on my knees, and not on a chair or a cushion either--but on the stone floor. Ah, I prayed in earnest; God can't surely refuse me that!" X