In an instant about fifty persons were standing around the door, women for the most part, some wishing only to see him, others eager for a word from him.

They waited patiently, speaking in low tones as if they had been in church; speaking of Benedetto, of the miracles he performed, of the blessings they were going to implore him to grant.

A cyclist rode up, got off his machine, and, having inquired why these people were assembled there, made them tell him exactly where the Saint of Jenne was.

Then he mounted his bicycle once more and started off at full speed.

Shortly afterwards a close carriage--a so-called "_botte_"-- followed by the same cyclist, stopped before the door.