"She is so nervous--what is the cause of it, do you know?
Perhaps this place does not suit her in the winter.

It is so very cold." "Yes, it is cold--but that is not the reason." And the Pere Anselme drew closer his old black cloak.

"There are other and stronger causes for the state in which we find the Dame Sabine." Henry peered into his face anxiously in the gray light--it was four o'clock, the day would soon be gone.

He knew that these words contained ominous meaning, and his voice was rather unsteady as he asked: "What are the reasons, Father?
Please tell me if you are at liberty to do so.

To me the welfare of this dear lady is all that matters in life." The Cure of Heronac cleared his throat, and then he said gently: "I spoke once before to you about the cinders and as to whether or no they were still red.