One in particular, who is now very old--a dear abbe, living in Paris.

Heaven is made up of just such saints." The priest clasped his hands together.

"We have many such, sir," he replied solemnly.

The acknowledgment came reverently, with a gleam that shone from under the heavy brows.
Felix caught its brilliance, and the sense of a certain bigness in the man passed through him.

He had been prepared for his quiet, well-bred dignity.