VI.

The Cardinal was still in his room alone with the boy Manuel, when
Madame Patoux, standing at her door under the waving tendrils of the
"creeping jenny" and shading her eyes from the radiance of the sun,
saw her children approaching with Fabien Doucet between them.

"Little wretches that they are!" she murmured--"Once let them get an
idea into their heads and nothing will knock it out! Now I shall
have to tell Monseigneur that they are here,--what an impertinence
it seems!--and yet he is so gentle, and has such a good heart that
perhaps he will not mind . . ."

Here she broke off her soliloquy as the children came up, Babette
eagerly demanding to know where the Cardinal was. Madame Patoux set
her arms akimbo and surveyed the little group of three half-
pityingly, half derisively.

"The Cardinal has not left his room since breakfast," she answered--
"He is playing Providence already to a poor lad lost in the streets,
and for that matter lost in the world, without father or mother to
look after him,--he was found in Notre Dame last night,--"

"Why, mother," interrupted Henri--"how could a boy get into Notre
Dame last night? When Babette and I went there, nobody was in the
church at all,--and we left one candle burning all alone in the
darkness,--and when we came out the Suisse swore at us for having