"No," she said proudly.

"It is true.

And we cannot turn any one away.

And yet," looking up at Anne, "the son of Messer Mercier?
You do not think--do you think that we could put him----" "A closet however small!" Claude cried.
"Unfortunately the room beyond this can only be entered through this one." "It is out of the question!" the girl responded quickly; and for the first time her tone rang a little hard.

The next instant she seemed to repent of her petulance; she stooped and kissed the thin face sunk in the pillow's softness.