As she rubbed the clothes, she turned to look at Durtal, and, as if she could read his thoughts, she mildly asked,-- "Why, our friend, wear such a graveyard face when you took the Sacrament this morning ?" "So you heard I had been to Communion ?" "Yes, I went into the crypt while Mass was going forward, and saw you go up to the Holy Table.

Well, shall I tell you the truth?
You do not know how to address our Holy Mother." "Indeed!" "No.

You are shy when She is doing her best to put you at your ease; you creep close to the wall when you ought to walk boldly up the middle aisle to face Her.

That is not the way to approach Her!" "But if I have nothing to say to Her ?" "Then you simply chatter to Her like a child; some pretty speech, and She is satisfied.

Oh, these men! How little they know how to pay their court, how greatly they lack little coaxing ways, and even honest artfulness! If you can invent nothing on your own part, borrow from another.