Can you tell me ?" He looked at her earnestly; her eyes were shining, her cheeks were warm, her little mouth was tremulous with eagerness.
"Did any one ever speak to you in that way ?" he asked her.
"No," she answered him.

"It comes into my head of itself.

Sometimes I think the cathedral angels put it there.

For the angels must be tired, you know; always pointing to God and always seeing men turn away, I used to tell Antoine sometimes.

But he used to shake his head and say that it was no use thinking; most likely St.Gudule and St.Michael had set the church down in the night all ready made, why not?
God made the trees, and they were more wonderful, he thought, for his part.