His spectacles lay in his prayer-book and marked the place where he had ceased to pray.

The tall and spare old man, his arms crossed on his breast, stood erect in an attitude which bespoke the full strength of his faculties and the unshakable assurance of his faith.
He gazed at the altar humbly with a look of renewed hope, and took no notice of his nephew's wife, who planted herself almost in front of him as if to reproach him for coming back to God.
Zelie, seeing all eyes turned upon her, made haste to leave the church and returned to the square less hurriedly than she had left it.

She had reckoned on the doctor's money, and possession was becoming problematical.

She found the clerk of the court, the collector, and their wives in greater consternation than ever.

Goupil was taking pleasure in tormenting them.
"It is not in the public square and before the whole town that we ought to talk of our affairs," said Zelie; "come home with me.