"Not but what Mademoiselle Agatha would look beautiful as a nun.

She has the pale face, and the long straight nose, and the calm melancholy eyes, just as a nun ought to have; but then she should join the Carmelite ladies at the rich convent of our Blessed Lady at St.Maxent, where they all wear beautiful white dresses and white hoods, and have borders to their veils, and look so beautiful that there need hardly be any change in them when they go to heaven; and not become one of those dusty-musty black sisters of mercy at St.Laurent." "That's your idea of a nun, is it ?" said Madame de Lescure.
"I'm sure, Madame, I don't know why any girl should try to make herself look ugly, if God has made her as beautiful as Mademoiselle Agatha." "And you think then Mademoiselle de Lescure is not fit for a nun at all ?" "Oh, Madame, we all know she is going to be married immediately to the finest, handsomest, most noble young nobleman in all Poitou.

Oh! I'd give all the world to have such a lover as M.Henri just for ten minutes, to see him once kneeling at my feet." "For ten minutes," said Marie.

"What good would that do you?
that would only make you unhappy when the ten minutes were gone and past." "Besides, what would you say to him in that short time ?" said Madame de Lescure.
"Say to him! I don't know what I'd say to him.

I don't think I'd say one word, but I'd give him such a look, so full of affection and gratitude, and admiration, and--and--and downright real true love; that, if he had any heart in him at all, I don't think he'd be so base as to go away from me when the ten minutes were over." "That's what you call borrowing a lover for ten minutes, is it ?" said Marie; "and if, as you say, this young gentleman is my property, what am I to do for a lover the while ?" "I was only wishing, Mademoiselle, and you know there's no harm in wishing.