It may be minute, lost in an immense profundity, but it will be there.

The girl does not see it, but the priest sees it with the long-sightedness of decrepitude.

Later, through faith, the girl discerns it also.
"And so the poor girl," said Jeanne bitterly, "relying on the faith of an old, dim-sighted priest, will see stars where there are none, will lose her common-sense, her youth, her life, her all.

I suppose you will end by having her buried at the Beguinage ?" And she went on with Noemi without waiting for an answer.
They had now walked round the Lac d'Amour, and the two friends paused for some time on the other bridge.

But no little window opened in the heavens.