Chapeau luckily was provided, and started at once to forage for the party, and Father Jerome returned into the room relieved from a heavy weight.
"My dear old friend here," said he, laying his hand on the old man's arm, "has not much to offer you; but I am sure you are welcome to what -he has.

There is not a heart in all La Vendee beats truer to his sovereign than his.

Old age, misfortune, and persecution, have lain a heavy hand on him lately, but his heart still warms to the cause.

Does it not my old friend ?" And Father Jerome looked kindly into his face, striving to encourage him into some little share of interest in what was going on.
"I don't think I'll ever be warm again," said the old man, drawing his chair still nearer to the dull smoky fire, and shivering as he did so.
"Everything is cold now.

I don't understand why these ladies are come here, or what they're to do; but they're very welcome, Jerome, very welcome.