He gardened with the fervor of an enthusiast, and was the joy and terror of the gardeners.
They spent two hours in delightful work, and then the Cure went his way--but just before he left for the hundred yards down the road where his cottage stood, Sabine said to him: "Regard well Lord Fordyce to-night, _mon pere_.

It is possible I may decide to know him very intimately some day--when I am free." The old priest looked at her questioningly.
"You intend to remove your shackles yourself, then, my child?
You will not leave the affair to the good God--no ?" "I think that it will be wiser that I should be free soon, _mon pere_--_le bon Dieu_ helps those who help themselves.

Au revoir--and do not be late for the Englishmen." The priest shrugged his high shoulders, as he walked off.
"The dear child," he said to himself.

"She does not know it, but the image of the fierce one has not faded entirely even yet--it is natural, though, that she should think of a mate.

I must well examine this Englishman!" Sabine went back into the walled garden again, and sat down under the shelter of an arbour of green.