Several times she made gestures which resembled those of Ursula.
"Question her," said the mysterious stranger, to Minoret, "she will tell you secrets you alone can know." "Does Ursula love me ?" asked Minoret.
"Almost as much as she loves God," was the answer.

"But she is very unhappy at your unbelief.

You do not believe in God; as if you could prevent his existence! His word fills the universe.

You are the cause of her only sorrow .-- Hear! she is playing scales; she longs to be a better musician than she is; she is provoked with herself.

She is thinking, 'If I could sing, if my voice were fine, it would reach his ear when he is with his mother.'" Doctor Minoret took out his pocket-book and noted the hour.
"Tell me what seeds she planted ?" "Mignonette, sweet-peas, balsams--" "And what else ?" "Larkspur." "Where is my money ?" "With your notary; but you invest it so as not to lose the interest of a single day." "Yes, but where is the money that I keep for my monthly expenses ?" "You put it in a large book bound in red, entitled 'Pandects of Justinian, Vol.