Indeed, her only thought seemed to be that these people had passed to their account without the ministrations of the church.
She soon left me, having my promise to sleep quietly and at once.
Soeur Renee, despite her grey hairs and the wrinkles that the years (for her life seemed purged of other cause) had left, was an easy victim to deception.
I did not sleep, but lay awake for many hours, turning over in my mind the events that had followed each other so quickly.

And one thought came ever uppermost--namely, that in the smallest details of our existence a judgment far superior to ours must of necessity be at work.

This wiser judgment I detected in the chance, as some will call it, that sent Sister Renee to me with this news.

For if Sander had told me of the sinking of the _Principe Amadeo_ I must assuredly, in the heat of the moment, have disclosed to him, in return, my knowledge that the Vicomte de Clericy was on board of her when she sailed from Genoa.

Whereas, now that I had time to reflect, I saw clearly that this news belonged to Madame de Clericy alone, and was in nowise the business of Mr.Sander.That keen-witted man had faithfully performed the duty on which he had been employed--namely, to enable me to lay my hands on Charles Miste.