Why cannot we be good to each other? And how will it all end? I will be
good to him in the future."
Then she shivered, for she was not a child and realised perfectly that
her "being good" to Joyselle was by no means altogether safe.
"It is playing with fire," she thought. "That is one reason why I _am_
so horrid, perhaps."
The priest had gone, and the little congregation, with last
genuflections, were hurrying out of the church. Busy people, these;
workers who before their day's labour begins have always time to say
_Bonjour_ to their God.
"A beautiful church, _hein_?" asked Felicite, as they came out of the
church. "You liked it, my daughter?"
"Yes. I liked it. Where do we go now, _petite mere_?"
More than one passerby turned to stare at the beautiful girl with the
weary eyes and her humble companion as they made their way towards
Rupert Street. With the violently sudden change of mood that was part of
her character, Brigit's spirits had gone up. She would be kind to
Joyselle; that would be being kind to herself, and therefore she would
be happy. In an hour they would be at home and she would see him. A
great longing to feel his strong arms round her came to her, and her
face flushed as she decided to go to him frankly and ask to be taken
back.
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