"What a queer speech of Aunt Jeanne's!" thought Victorine at hercasement window. "What a fool I sometimes was to have exclaimed anything about FatherAnselmo! Poor fellow! I wonder why he doesn't run away from themonastery!"

II.

The south wind's secret, when it blows, 0h, what man knows? How did it turn the rose's bud Into a rose? What went before, no garden shows; 0nly the rose!

What hour the bitter north wind blows, The south wind knows. Why did it turn the rose's bud Into a rose? Alas, to-day the garden shows A dying rose!