CHAPTER LIII

THE SEIGNEUR AND THE CURE HAVE A SUSPICION

Presently the Seigneur and the Cure stood before the door of the tailor-
shop. The Cure was about to knock, when the Seigneur laid a hand upon
his arm.

"There is no use; he has been gone several days," he said.

"Gone--gone!" said the Cure.

"I came to see him yesterday, and not finding him, I asked at the post-
office." M. Rossignol's voice lowered. "He told Mrs. Flynn he was going
into the hills, so Rosalie says."

The Cure's face fell. "He went away also just before the play began.
I almost fear that--that we get no nearer. His mind prompts him to do
good and not evil, and yet--and yet. . . . I have dreamed a good
dream, Maurice, but I sometimes fear I have dreamed in vain."

"Wait-wait!"

M. Loisel looked towards the post-office musingly. "I have thought
sometimes that what man's prayers may not accomplish a woman's love might
do. If--but, alas, what do we know of his past! Nothing. What do we
know of his future? Nothing. What do we know of the human heart?
Nothing--nothing!"