When the Cure mounted the ladder to train his pear and peach trees, over the top of the wall he perceived the graves over which he had said the last prayer, and cast the first spadeful of earth.

Then, while continuing his work, he said in his heart a little prayer for the repose of those among his dead whose fate disturbed him, and who might be still detained in purgatory.

He had a tranquil and childlike faith.
But among these graves there was one which, oftener than all the others, received his visits and his prayers.

It was the tomb of his old friend Dr.Reynaud, who had died in his arms in 1871, and under what circumstances! The doctor had been like Bernard; he never went to mass or to confession; but he was so good, so charitable, so compassionate to the suffering.

This was the cause of the Cure's great anxiety, of his great solicitude.