my patience and my courage. Make up your mind—or else I must make up mine.’
“I left her alone and walked toward the hermitage. I found the hermit praying. I waited till his prayer was finished. I longed to pray myself, but I couldn’t. When he rose up from his knees I went to him.
“‘Father,’ I said, ‘will you pray for some one who is in great danger?’
“‘I pray for every one who is afflicted,’ he replied.
“‘Can you say a mass for a soul which is perhaps about to go into the presence of its Maker?’
“‘Yes,’ he answered, looking hard at me.
“And as there was something strange about me, he tried to make me talk.
“‘It seems to me that I have seen you somewhere,’ said he.
“I laid a piastre on his bench.
“‘When shall you say the mass?’ said I.