A whole month went by, and after the storm peace seemed to cover Heronac.

Sabine gardened with Pere Anselme, and listened to his kindly, shrewd common sense, and then they read poetry in the afternoons when tea was over.

They read Beranger, Francois Villon, Victor Hugo, and every now and then they even dashed into de Musset! The good Father felt more easy in his mind.

After all, his impressions of Lord Fordyce's character had been very high, and he was not apt to make mistakes in people--perhaps le bon Dieu meant to make an exception in favor of the beloved Dame d'Heronac, and to find divorce a good thing! Sabine had heard from Mr.Parsons that the negotiations had commenced.

It would be some time, though, before she could be free.