Mrs.Goodman was for discovering his inn, and calling upon him in a straightforward way; but Paula seemed afraid of it, and they went out in the morning on foot.

First they searched the church of St.Sauveur; he was not there; next the church of St.Jean; then the church of St.
Pierre; but he did not reveal himself, nor had any verger seen or heard of such a man.

Outside the latter church was a public flower-garden, and she sat down to consider beside a round pool in which water-lilies grew and gold-fish swam, near beds of fiery geraniums, dahlias, and verbenas just past their bloom.

Her enterprise had not been justified by its results so far; but meditation still urged her to listen to the little voice within and push on.

She accordingly rejoined her aunt, and they drove up the hill to the Abbaye aux Dames, the day by this time having grown hot and oppressive.
The church seemed absolutely empty, the void being emphasized by its grateful coolness.