Poor Cathelineau! he did not dream how difficult he would find it to limit gratitude to its proper terms, when the heart from which he spoke felt so much more than gratitude! "Ah, Mademoiselle!" he began, but she interrupted him.
"Hush, hush, Cathelineau!" she said.

"Did you not hear sister Anna say that you should not speak." "What avails it now for me to be silent ?" said he.

"I know, Mademoiselle, that I am dying, and, believe me, I do not fear to die.
Your kind care can make my last few hours tranquil and easy, but it cannot much prolong them.

Let me have the pleasure of telling you that I appreciate your kindness, and that I give you in return all that a dying man can give--my prayers." "And I will pray for you, Cathelineau," said Agatha.

"But will not every Vendean pray for the hero who first led them to victory, who first raised his hand against the Republic ?" "How precious are the praises of such as you!" said he.