On the way home Christophe gravely remarked:
'When I have come to the end of my journey I am
going to think hard about tante Mathilde, and this I
shall do because it will please her, and because she
so much resembles Saint Loup in our church — except
that she wears a cap instead of a pointed hat on her
head , . .* Then he suddenly caught hold of Goun-
dran's sleeve: 'But what did she mean about a
journey?'
Goundran looked vague: cWho knows? Who can
say? She is nearly ninety and at her age one dreams,
which I do not doubt is God's merciful kindness.'