"Yes, dear mother. Sister Francoise brought it to me before I was up. This is the last time I will allow myself such an indulgence. To-morrow morning, if you will permit me, I will join you in the refectory." "I am rejoiced to hear you say so my child. Your recovery depends much upon yourself. Every exertion that you make helps it forward. And now I came to tell you that in ten minutes we shall go on to the chapel. Will you be ready to accompany us?" "Yes, dear mother, I will come on and join you almost immediately," said Salome standing up and shaking down her black robe into shape. The abbess softly slipped out of the room and left the guest to complete her toilet. In a few minutes Salome passed out and joined the procession of nuns to the chapel. As soon as they were seated in the screened choir, Salome looked through the screen, to see if the English priest was at the altar. He was not there yet; but the body of the little chapel was filled with an expectant crowd of small country gentry, farmers and laborers with their families, all drawn together by the fame of the great Oratorian. Presently the procession entered--six boys, in white surplices, preceding a pale, thin, intellectual-looking young man in priestly robes. The priest took his place before the altar, the boys kneeling on his right and left, and the solemn celebration of the high mass was begun. The nuns sang well within their screened choir; but the new soprano voice that sang the solos, and rose elastic, sweet and clear, soaring to the heavens in the _Gloria in Excelsis_, seemed to carry all the worshipers with it. "Who is she?" inquired one of another, in hushed whispers, when the divine anthem had sunk into silence. "Who is she?" No one in the congregation could tell; but many surmised that she must be some young postulant of St. Rosalie, just beginning, or about to begin, her novitiate. At length the pale priest passed into the pulpit, and, amid a breathless silence of expectancy, gave out his text: "GOD IS LOVE." A truth revealed to us by the Divine Saviour, and confirmed to our hearts by the teachings of His Holy Spirit. The preacher spoke of the divine love, "never enough believed, or known, or asked," yet the source of all our life, light and joy; he spoke of human love, a derivative from the divine, in all its manifestations of family affection, social friendship, charity to the needy, forgiveness of enemies. And while he spoke of love, "the greatest good in the world," his tones were full, sweet, deep and tender, his pale face radiant, his manner affectionate, persuasive, winning. He was listened to with rapt attention, and even when he had brought his sermon to a close, and his eloquent voice had ceased, his hearers still, for a few moments, sat motionless under the spell he had wrought upon them.