However, some footsteps were heard, and Abbe Rose, again mistrustful, saw a man go by, a tall and sturdy man, who wore clogs and was bareheaded, showing his thick and closely-cut white hair.

"Is not that your brother ?" asked the old priest.
Pierre had not stirred.

"Yes, it is my brother Guillaume," he quietly responded.

"I have found him again since I have been coming occasionally to the Sacred Heart.

He owns a house close by, where he has been living for more than twenty years, I think.