Without your smiles what would become of me ?" "Savinien in prison!" she said.
With these words a shower of tears fell from her eyes and she began to sob.
"Saved!" thought the doctor, who was holding her pulse with great anxiety.

"Alas! she has all the sensitiveness of my poor wife," he thought, fetching a stethoscope which he put to Ursula's heart, applying his ear to it.

"Ah, that's all right," he said to himself.

"I did not know, my darling, that you loved any one as yet," he added, looking at her; "but think out loud to me as you think to yourself; tell me all that has passed between you." "I do not love him, godfather; we have never spoken to each other," she answered, sobbing.

"But to hear that he is in prison, and to know that you--harshly--refused to get him out--you, so good!" "Ursula, my dear little good angel, if you do not love him why did you put that little red dot against Saint Savinien's day just as you put one before that of Saint Denis?
Come, tell me everything about your little love-affair." Ursula blushed, swallowed a few tears, and for a moment there was silence between them.
"Surely you are not afraid of your father, your friend, mother, doctor, and godfather, whose heart is now more tender than it ever has been." "No, no, dear godfather," she said.