the place.

"Make her put on her cloak, Mere Bauche," said the capitaine, who did
not wish that his bride should have a cold in her head on their
wedding-day. La Mere Bauche pished and pshawed, as though she were
not minded to pay any attention to recommendations on such subjects
from the capitaine. But nevertheless when Marie was seen slowly to
creep across the little bridge about fifteen minutes after this time,
she had a handkerchief on her head, and was closely wrapped in a dark
brown cloak.

Poor Marie herself little heeded the cold fresh air, but she was glad
to avail herself of any means by which she might hide her face. When
Madame Bauche sought her out in her own little room, and with a
smiling face and kind kiss bade her go to the grotto, she knew, or
fancied that she knew that it was all over.

"He will tell you all the truth,--how it all is," said La Mere. "We
will do all we can, you know, to make you happy, Marie. But you must
remember what Monsieur le Cure told us the other day. In this vale
of tears we cannot have everything; as we shall have some day, when
our poor wicked souls have been purged of all their wickedness. Now
go, dear, and take your cloak."

"Yes, maman."

"And Adolphe will come to you. And try and behave well, like a
sensible girl."

"Yes, maman,"--and so she went, bearing on her brow another