childish voice, that Noemi knew so well, began again:
"Have you not slept long enough? Can you not talk now? You must have slept three hours!"
Noemi struck a match and looked at her watch, holding which she had previously begged for silence.
"Twenty-two minutes!" she announced. "Be quiet!"
Jeanne was still for a moment, then she uttered those little hm!—hm!—hms!—which are always the prelude to tears in a spoilt child. And the complaining voice went on:
"You do not love me at all! Hm! Hm! For pity's sake let us talk a little! Hm! Hm! Hm!"
In her mother tongue, Noemi sighed:
"Oh! mon Dieu!"
With another sigh she resigned herself to the inevitable:
"Well, go ahead! But what can you say to me that you have not already said in the last four hours?"
The thunder roared, but Jeanne no longer noticed it.
"To-morrow morning we will go to the monastery, " said she.
"Why yes, of course!"
"Only we two alone?"
"Yes, certainly, that is already settled."
The tearful voice was silent a moment, and then went on:
