It was like a resurrection, for now his countenance was bright, his lofty brow had all the serenity of hope, while his eyes and lips once more showed some of the confident tenderness which sprang from his everlasting thirst for love, self-bestowal and life.

All mark of the priesthood had already left him, save that where he had been tonsured his hair still remained rather short.
"Why are you looking at me ?" he asked.
"I was noticing how much good has been done you by work and the open air," she frankly answered; "I much prefer you as you are.

You used to look so poorly.

I thought you really ill." "So I was," said he.
The train, however, was now stopping at Maisons-Laffitte.

They alighted from it, and at once took the road to the forest.