It was one day at noon that she again passed through Louvain, and she soon found herself by the noble edifice of the Hotel de Ville.

Proud rose its spires against the sky, and the sun shone bright on its rich tracery and Gothic casements; the broad open street was crowded with persons of all classes, and it was with some modest alarm that Lucille lowered her veil and mingled with the throng.

It was easy, as the priest had said, to find the house of Le Kain; she bade the servant take the priest's letter to his master, and she was not long kept waiting before she was admitted to the physician's presence.

He was a spare, tall man, with a bald front, and a calm and friendly countenance.

He was not less touched than the priest had been by the manner in which she narrated her story, described the affliction of her betrothed, and the hope that had inspired the pilgrimage she had just made.
"Well," said he, encouragingly, "we must see our patient.