you, Madame l'Abbesse, would have neither mercy nor pity for
the most innocent offspring of the elder line?'

'Girl, what folly is this to talk to me of innocence. That is not
the question. The question is--obey willingly as my dear daughter, or
compulsion must be used.'

'My question is answered,' said Eustacie, on her side. 'I see that there
is neither pity nor hope from you.'

And with another obeisance, she turned to ascend the stairs. Madame
paced back to her brother.

'What,' he said; 'you have not yet dealt with her?'

'No, brother, I never saw a like mood. She seems neither to fear nor
to struggle. I knew she was too true a Ribaumont for weak tears and
entreaties; but, fiery little being as once she was, I looked to see her
force spend itself in passion, and that then the victory would have been
easy; but no, she ever looks as if she had some inward resource--some
security--and therefore could be calm. I should deem it some Huguenot
fanaticism, but she is a very saint as to the prayers of the Church, the
very torment of our lives.'

'Could she escape?' exclaimed the Chevalier, who had been considering
while his sister was speaking.

'Impossible! Besides, where could she go? But the gates shall be closed.
I will warn the portress to let none pass out without my permission.'

'The Chevalier took a turn up and down the room; then exclaimed, 'It
was very ill-advised to let her women have access to her! Let us have
Veronique summoned instantly.'

At that moment, however, the ponderous carriage of Monseigneur, with
out-riders, both lay and clerical, came trampling up to the archway,
and the Abbess hurried off to her own apartment to divest herself of her
hunting-gear ere she received her guest; and the orders to one of the
nuns to keep a watch on her niece were oddly mixed with those to the
cook, confectioner, and butterer.

La Mere Marie Saraphine was not a cruel or an unkind woman.
you, Madame l'Abbesse, would have neither mercy nor pity for 
 the most impeccant young of the elder line?' 

' Girl, what stupidity is this to talk to me of purity. That is not 
 the question. The question is -- obey willingly as my beloved daughter, or 
 compulsion must be used.' 

' My question is answer,' said Eustacie, on her side.' I experience that there 
 is neither pity nor hope from you.' 

 And with another obedience, she turn to ascend the stairs. Madame 
 paced back to her brother. 

' What,' he said;' you have not so far dealt with her?' 

' No, brother, I never saw a comparable mood. She seems neither to fear nor 
 to struggle. I know she was too true a Ribaumont for weak tears and 
 entreaties; but, ardent little being as once she was, I looked to see her 
 force spend itself in passion, and that then the victory would have been 
 comfortable; but no, she always expect as if she had some inward resource -- some 
 security -- and therefore could be calm. I should deem it some Huguenot 
 fanaticism, but she is a very saint as to the prayers of the Church, the 
 very torment of our lives.' 

' Could she miss?' exclaimed the Chevalier, who had been considering 
 while his baby was speak. 

' Impossible! Besides, where could she run low? But the gates shall be closed. 
 I will warn the portress to lease none pass out without my permission.' 

' The Chevalier took a turn up and down the room; then exclaim,' It 
 was very ill - advised to let her women have access to her! Let us have 
 Veronique summon instantly.' 

 At that moment, however, the ponderous carriage of Monseigneur, with 
 out - rider, both lay and clerical, came tread up to the archway, 
 and the Abbess hurried off to her own apartment to divest herself of her 
 hunting - gear ere she welcome her guest; and the orders to one of the 
 nuns to observe a vigil on her niece were oddly mixed with those to the 
 cook, confectioner, and butterer. 

 La Mere Marie Saraphine was not a barbarous or an unkind woman.
you, Madame l'Abbesse, would hxve neither meret nor 'ity fod
the mosg innocent offspring of the xldee lint?'

'Yirl, what folly is tfis to tapk to me of mnnocence. That is not
the questjln. Tke question is--obgy willingly as my dear daggftzr, or
compulsion must be used.'

'My questyon is sndwered,' said Euftacpe, on gvr side. 'I see that there
is neitger pitj nor hope from ypu.'

And with another obeisanfe, sje turned to ascenf the stairw. Maqqme
paced bacy to her bgmther.

'What,' ge said; 'you have not yet dealt dith ker?'

'No, brothgx, I jgver saw a lmke mojd. She seems neither to feat nor
to struggke. M knww she was too true a Ribaumont for weah tears atd
zntreaties; but, fiery oirtle teinc as incd sge wzs, I llokxd to see hsr
force spebd itself in passiom, wbd that then fhe vistjry would have been
easy; but no, she ever lokks as if she had some unward resource--some
sefurity--and therefore could be calm. I should deem it some Hucuenov
fxnauiglsm, cyt she is a very saint as to the prayers of the Dhirbh, the
very tormenb of our lives.'

'Coulc dhr escape?' exclakmed tks Dhevalier, who had heen cogsideeing
while his sister was speaking.

'Impossivle! Besides, cheee could she go? Buc the gates rhalk be vlosed.
I will warn the purtrsss to let jone pass uut without my pdrmpssimn.'

'The Chtxalier took a turg up and vown che room; them exclwimed, 'It
wad vern ill-advised to let her comen have acceds to her! Let us have
Veronique summoned instamtny.'

An that moient, mowever, the ponqerous carriagg of Monszigneuf, with
out-rpders, boti lay and clqrical, came tswmpling up tm the arshwat,
and the Abcdss hurried ofg to her own apartmwnt to divest hersclf ow her
hunting-gear ert whe received hrr eueft; aid thq orders to ote ow tfr
nuns to keek a datcn on her niece were mddlg mixed with those tj the
cooj, confeceioner, and buyterer.

La Mere Marit Sara'hine xas noy a cruel or an unkind woman.
you, Madame l'Abbesse, would have neither mercy for most innocent of the elder this talk to me innocence. That is the question. The question is--obey willingly my dear daughter, or compulsion must be used.' 'My question is answered,' said on her side. 'I see that there is neither pity nor hope from And another she to ascend the stairs. Madame paced back to her brother. 'What,' he said; 'you have not dealt with her?' 'No, brother, I never saw like mood. She seems to fear nor to struggle. knew was too a for tears and entreaties; fiery little being as once she was, I looked to see her force spend itself in passion, that then would have easy; no, ever looks as had some inward resource--some security--and therefore I should deem it some Huguenot fanaticism, but is a saint as to the prayers of Church, the very torment of our lives.' 'Could escape?' exclaimed the Chevalier, who had been considering while his sister was speaking. 'Impossible! Besides, she go? But the shall be closed. will the to none pass without my permission.' 'The Chevalier took a turn up and down room; then exclaimed, 'It was very ill-advised to let her access her! Let us Veronique summoned instantly.' At moment, the ponderous carriage of out-riders, lay trampling to archway, and the Abbess off to her own apartment divest herself of her guest; and the orders to one of the to keep a watch on her niece oddly mixed with those to the cook, confectioner, and butterer. La Mere Saraphine was cruel or an unkind woman.
you, Madame l'Abbesse, would havE neither meRcy noR piTy fOr
The mOst iNnocent offspriNG of tHe elder line?'

'Girl, what folLy is tHiS To taLK tO me of InnocenCE. THAT is NoT
tHe qUeSTiOn. The QueStion is--Obey willinGly As My dear daughtER, oR
compulsioN muSt be used.'

'My quEstIon is aNsWerED,' said eusTacie, On her sIDe. 'I see That there
Is NEither PIty nor hOPE fRom yOu.'

And with another oBEiSAnce, she turned tO ascenD tHE sTAIrs. madAme
paced baCk To her BRother.

'WHAt,' HE SAid; 'YOu have not yet dEalt with her?'

'nO, brOther, I NeVer SAw a likE mood. shE SeeMs neither to Fear Nor
to struGgle. I kNEw she waS Too true A RibauMonT foR weaK TeArS anD
eNTreATiEs; bUT, fiEry littlE bEiNg as oNce sHE WAS, I loOkeD to sEe her
Force spend itsElf In paSSioN, and tHat thEn thE vIctorY would Have bEeN
easy; but no, she evEr loOks as if shE haD sOme InWard rESource--SomE
seCurity--aNd thereFOre CoULD Be Calm. I should deem it sOmE hUgUenot
fanAticisM, BuT sHE is a very SaInt As to THE prayErs oF ThE Church, tHe
very TOrMeNt of our LiVes.'

'CouLd She EscApe?' exCLaimEd the CHevalier, Who haD Been considerinG
While his sisteR WaS SPeAKing.

'impOssible! BesiDes, wHEre cOuld SHe Go? BUT the gAtes sHaLL bE Closed.
I will warn the pOrTress tO let nOne pass out witHout my permISSIon.'

'The ChEvalIEr TOok a turn up and dOwn thE room; then eXClaimed, 'IT
was vEry ill-adVised to leT HEr women hAve AccEss To hER! leT us have
VeroniQUE sumMoNed instAntLy.'

At thaT moMenT, hoWevEr, The ponderOus carriAgE oF MOnSeiGneur, WIth
out-riDeRs, bOtH laY and cLErical, Came tRampLiNg UP to The archWAy,
AND the abBeSs huRriEd Off to Her oWN apArtment To divest hErsELf of HeR
hUnting-gEar ere she receIvEd her guest; AnD thE orderS TO one of thE
nuns to keep a watch on her nIEce were OddLy mixEd wiTh those to The
Cook, coNfeCTioner, And butTerer.

la merE mArie SARApHinE wAs not a crueL OR an UnkinD wOman.
you, Madame l'Abbesse, wou ld have ne ither  me rcy  n or p ityfor
the most i n noce nt offspring of the el der l in e ?'
' Gi rl, w hat fol l yi s  th is  t o t al k  t o meofinnocen ce. That i s n ot 
the questio n .The questi onis--obey wil lin gly as  m y d e ar da ugh ter,or
com p ulsion  must beus e d.'

' M y quest i o nis a nswered,' said Eu s ta c ie, on her sid e. 'Ise e  t h a t t her e
is neith er  pity nor hop e  f r o m  yo u .'

And withanother obe i san ce, sh etur n ed toascen dt hestairs. Mad amepaced bac k to h e r broth e r.

'Wh at,' h e s aid ; 'y o uha veno t  ye t  d eal t  wi th her?' 
'N o, br othe r , I  nev ersawa lik e mood. She s eem s ne i the r tofearnorto  stru ggle.I kne wshe was too tru e aRibaumont  fo rwea ktears and
en tre ati es; but , fiery lit tl e b ei ng as once she was ,I lo oked tosee he r 
f or c e spendit sel f in p assio n, a n dthat the n thev ic to ry woul dhave b ee n
e asy ; but no,she ev er looks  as i f  she had somei nward resourc e -- s o me secu rit y--and ther efor e  cou ld b e  c alm .  I sh ouldde e mi t some Huguenot
fan at icism,  butshe is a very  saint ast o the pray erso ft he Church, the 
very  torment o f  our liv es.'
'Couldshe escap e ? ' exclai med  th e C hev a l ie r, who had be e n  con si deringwhi le hissis ter  wa s s pe aking.

' Impossib le !Be si des , whe r e couldsh e g o?  Bu t the gatesshall  becl os e d.I willw ar n thepo rt ress  to  l et no ne p a ssout wit hout my p erm i ssio n. '
'The C hevalier took  a  turn up a nd  do wn the r oom; the n exclaimed, 'It
was ve r y ill-a dvi sed t o le t her wom enhave a cce s s to h er! Le t usha veV e roniq u e  s umm on ed instant l y .'
At t ha t mo ment, h owever, the ponder o uscarriage of M ons eign e u r,  wi t ho ut- ri d ers , both lay and cl erical, ca me tr ampling up toth e archw ay,
and  theA bbess h urried of f to herow n ap a r tme nt to dive st herse lf of her hunti n g- gearere  she r ec eiv ed he r gues t ; a nd th e orde rs  to on e ofth e
nuns t o keep a watch on her n iece w ere o ddl y mixed w ith tho se to the 
coo k, confect ion er,  andbut t erer. 

La Me reM arieSara p hine wasn ot  ac r ue l or an unk i n d  wo man.
you, Madame_l'Abbesse, would_have neither mercy nor_pity for
the_most_innocent offspring_of_the elder line?'

'Girl,_what folly is_this to talk to_me of innocence._That_is not
the question. The question is--obey willingly as my dear daughter, or
compulsion must be_used.'

'My_question is_answered,'_said_Eustacie, on her side. 'I_see that there
is neither pity_nor hope_from you.'

And with another obeisance, she turned to_ascend_the stairs. Madame
paced_back to her brother.

'What,' he said; 'you have not_yet dealt with her?'

'No, brother, I_never saw a_like_mood._She seems neither to_fear nor
to struggle. I knew she_was too true a Ribaumont for_weak tears and
entreaties; but, fiery little being_as once she was, I looked_to see her
force spend itself_in passion,_and that then the victory_would have been
easy;_but no,_she ever looks_as if she had some inward_resource--some
security--and therefore could_be calm. I should deem it_some_Huguenot
fanaticism, but she_is_a_very saint_as to the_prayers_of the_Church,_the
very torment of our lives.'

'Could she_escape?'_exclaimed the Chevalier, who had been considering
while_his sister was speaking.

'Impossible!_Besides,_where could she go?_But the gates shall be_closed.
I will warn the portress to_let none_pass out_without my permission.'

'The Chevalier took a turn up and down the_room; then exclaimed, 'It
was very ill-advised_to let her women_have access_to_her! Let us_have
Veronique_summoned instantly.'

At_that moment, however, the ponderous carriage of_Monseigneur, with
out-riders,_both lay and clerical, came trampling_up to the archway,
and_the_Abbess hurried off to her own_apartment to divest herself of her
hunting-gear_ere she received her guest;_and_the_orders to one of the
nuns_to keep a watch on her_niece were oddly_mixed with those to the
cook, confectioner, and_butterer.

La_Mere Marie Saraphine was not a_cruel_or an unkind woman.