She was thankful that they were returning to Paris, and then she meant to go straight to Heronac, telling him he must see her no more until she was free.

It was the month of the greatest storms there; it would suit her exactly and it was her very own.

She need not act for only Madame Imogen and Pere Anselme.

But when she thought of this latter a sensation of discomfort came.

How could she read in peace with the dear old man, who was so keen and so subtle he would certainly divine that all was not well?
And ever his sentence recurred to her: "Remember always, my daughter, that _le Bon Dieu_ settles things for us mortals if we leave it all to Him, but if we take the helm in the direction of our own affairs, it may be that He will let circumstance draw us into rough waters." And then, that as she had taken the helm she must abide by her word.