"There was a time when Father Gervaise stood to me for all my heart held dearest.

Yet I loved him, not as a girl loves a man, but rather as a nun loves her Lord.

He stood to me for all that was noblest and best; and, above all, for all that was vital and alive in life and in religion; strong to act; able to endure.

He confessed me once, and told me, when I kneeled before the crucifix, to say of Him Who hangs thereon: 'He ever liveth to make intercession for us.' Never have I forgotten it.

And--sometimes--when I say the sacred words, and, saying them, my mind turns to Father Gervaise, an echo seems to whisper to my spirit: '_He, also, liveth_.'" Symon of Worcester rose.
"My daughter," he said, "the sun is high in the heavens.