At sight of this the stern-mouthed Puritan drew sharply back, as if he feared contamination from the symbol.
"_Oui, Monsieur_," answered the soft voice, with an odd note of joy in it.

"I am of the Society of Jesus." "'T is plain to see.

What do you here ?" The priest smiled gently, his eyes dimming with tears fixed upon the cross.
"'Tis strange question.

Surely Monsieur knoweth little of our Order, or he would not need to ask.

We are soldiers of Christ, commissioned for war, even to life or death.