She hardly looked up--she could feel, somehow, the young priest's deep, clear eyes bent upon her in grave disapproval, against which her proud spirit mutinied.
"Why should I take the trouble to talk ?" she thought; "What do I care for Doctor Danton or his sister, or what interest have the things they talk of for me ?" So she listened as if they had been talking Greek.

Only once was she aroused to anything like interest.

Their two guests were relating the progress of that virulent fever in the village, and how many had already been carried off.
"I should think the cold weather would give it a check," said her father.
"It seems rather on the increase," replied the priest; "there are ten cases in St.Croix now." "We heard the bell as we drove up this afternoon," said the Captain; "for whom was it tolling ?" "For poor old Pierre, the sexton.

He took the fever only a week ago, and was delirious nearly all the time." Kate lifted her eyes, hitherto listening, but otherwise meaningless.
"Pierre, who used to light the fires and sweep the church ?" "Yes; you knew him," said Father Francis looking at her; "he talked of you more than once during his delirium.

It seems you sang for him once, and he never forgot it.