"
"And Brother Jacques?"
"Faith, he puzzles me. It was like enough the reaction. You recall
how infrequently he spoke during that journey, how little he ate or
slept. Ah well, there are no more puzzles, questions, problems or
hardships. Peace has come. We shall return to France in the spring."
"If thou faint in the day of adversity," she said, taking his hand and
pressing it lovingly against her cheek. "I love you."
"Here comes Brother Jacques," he said. "He is coming toward us. Ah,
he carries a pack."
The Chevalier greeted him gravely, and madame smiled.
"Whither bound?" asked the Chevalier.
Brother Jacques pointed toward the forest. "Yonder, where the beast is
and the savage."
"Now?"
"Even to-day." Then Brother Jacques placed a hand on the Chevalier's
shoulder and looked long and steadily into his eyes. "Farewell, my
brother," he said; "farewell." He turned and left them.
The Chevalier took madame's hand and kissed it.
"How strangely," she said, following with her eyes the priest's
diminishing figure; "how strangely he said 'my brother'!"
A scrap of white paper fluttered past them.
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