"My dear Dubourg," said Ménard, "madame does not tell you that she has taken into her family an unfortunate woman and her son; she doesn't boast of her good deeds." "Hush, Monsieur Ménard! as if that young woman did not deserve all that I have done for her! Could I have placed my benefactions more wisely?" "I agree that she has learned to work beautifully; I expect very soon to teach her to read." "You will see, Monsieur Dubourg, how pretty and how interesting she is. And then, her child, a boy of two, is a charming little fellow." "Ah! she has a son, has she?" "Yes; and I am sure that you will agree with me that he looks like---- But I want you to see for yourself; I will go and find her." Constance was already in the garden. "The dear soul!" said Dubourg; "what a happy mortal Frédéric ought to be! And yet, here he is travelling already!" "Business before everything, my dear Dubourg.--A pinch of snuff, if you please. My pupil has come into extensive estates, through his wife, and a man ought to be familiar with his estates." "But why not take his wife with him? Don't you think that she would have been very glad to go along?" "I don't say she wouldn't, but---- What a fellow you are! always harping on the same subject!" "Hum! I trust that this journey doesn't conceal some scheme! I know that Frédéric would be terribly sorry to cause his wife the slightest pain; but I know also that such sentimental fellows as he take fire when they hear a woman sigh!" "I tell you that my pupil is visiting his estates, deuce take it!--What about dominoes? are you beginning to be strong at it?" "Much stronger than you, who can never guess where the double-six is. But let us join Madame de Montreville; I am curious to see this woman she has taken under her wing." "She's a woman whom you will find it hard not to agree with, for there can't be a quarrel without a dispute; now, when there's no dispute, there can't be a quarrel; and there can't be a dispute in this case, because----" But Dubourg was not listening; he was already in the garden, where he saw Madame de Montreville in the distance, with a child in her arms, and beside her a young woman dressed in a simple white gown. He walked toward them; the young woman saw him and ran, yes, flew to his side, seized his arm, and gazed at him in anxious suspense; while Dubourg stood like one petrified, for he had recognized Sister Anne. "Mon Dieu! what has happened to her?" Constance asked Dubourg, who was completely bewildered to find the dumb girl, in such a different costume, walking with Constance, who was carrying her son in her arms. "What an extraordinary effect your presence has produced on her! See how she looks at you! She seems to be questioning you with those eloquent eyes. Do you know this poor child?" "Why, no--that is, yes, yes, I saw her once; but she was so different then; in this dress--and with this child--faith, I did not recognize her!"