"
Brother Jacques meanwhile found Sister Benie in one of the Indian
schoolrooms.
"Sister, are you too busy to attend the wants of a sick man?"
"Who is the sick man, my son?"
"Monsieur le Marquis de Perigny."
"He is very ill?" laying down her hooks.
"He can not leave his bed. He wishes some one to read to him. I would
gladly do it, only I should not have the quieting effect."
The blue eyes of the nun had a range that was far away. Brother
Jacques eyed her curiously.
"I will go," she said presently. "Is not the Chevalier du Cevennes the
marquis's son?"
"He is."
"And is Monsieur le Marquis of a patient mind?"
"I confess that he is not. That is why it is difficult for me to wait
upon his wants. He is a disappointed man; and being without faith, he
is without patience. However, if you are too busy . . ."
"Lead me to him, my son," quietly.
Thus it was that the marquis, waking from the light sleep into which he
had fallen after Brother Jacques's departure, espied a nun sitting in a
chair by the window facing south, the shutters of which had been thrown
wide open again. The room was warm with sunshine.
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