At last she grew impatient of these too slow certitudes, and as she fell asleep she surprised herself by saying: "To-morrow I will speak to Monseigneur." When she awoke, her proposed plan seemed not only quite natural but necessary.

It was ingenuous and brave; born of a proud and great purity.
She knew that at five o'clock on every Saturday afternoon Monseigneur went to kneel in the Chapel Hautecoeur, where he liked to pray alone, giving himself up entirely to the past of his race and to himself, seeking a solitude which was respected by all connected with the Cathedral.

As it fortunately happened, this was a Saturday.

She quickly came to a decision.

At the Bishop's Palace, not only would she be apt to find it difficult to be received, but, on the other hand, there were always so many people about she would be ill at ease; whilst it would be so simple to await him in the chapel, and to introduce herself to Monseigneur as soon as he appeared.