“Ah!” he said to him, “how impressive it is--isn’t it?--this waiting for the trains in the middle of the night! I have come to meet a lady--one of my former Paris penitents--but I don’t know what train she will come by. Still, as you see, I stop on, for it all interests me so much.”
Then another priest, an old country priest, having come to sit down on the same bench, the Abbé considerately began talking to him, speaking of the beauty of the Lourdes district and of the theatrical effect which would take place by-and-by when the sun rose and the mountains appeared.
However, there was again a sudden alert, and the station-master ran along shouting orders. Removing his hand from Dr. Bonamy’s shoulder, Father Fourcade, despite his gouty leg, hastily drew near.
“Oh! it’s that Bayonne express
