Amare divinum est et humanum." "Father Beret, can you help me ?" "Spiritually speaking, my son ?" "I mean, can you hide Mademoiselle Roussillon in some safe place, if I take her out of the prison yonder?
That's just what I mean.

Can you do it ?" "Your question is a remarkable one.

Have you thought upon it from all directions, my son?
Think of your position, your duty as an officer." A shrewd polemical expression beamed from Father Beret's eyes, and a very expert physiogomist might have suspected duplicity from certain lines about the old man's mouth.
"I simply know that I cannot stand by and see Alice--Mademoiselle Roussillon, forced to suffer treatment too beastly for an Indian thief.
That's the only direction there is for me to look at it from, and you can understand my feelings if you will; you know that very well, Father Beret.

When a man loves a girl, he loves her; that's the whole thing.".
The quiet, inscrutable half-smile flickered once more on Father Beret's face; but he sat silent some time with a sinewy forefinger lying alongside his nose.

When at last he spoke it was in a tone of voice indicative of small interest in what he was saying.