He lowered his head, afraid they might notice his ungentlemanly interest in them. But they did not. His intent stare followed them until they passed through the doors and were away into the night. “She is a wondrous dream and, I know, she has a noble spirit to match. Aldessa, my Aldessa!”
She is a wondrous dream and, I know, she has a noble spirit to match. Aldessa, my Aldessa!”His mind span and he felt close to swooning, such was the emotion that overwhelmed him, so he placed his head between his legs, as if deep in prayer to the casual observer, remaining thus before a voice spoke: “Monsieur Baudet, how do you fare? Is everything well with you?”
He looked up to find Father Philippe leaning over him and he started.
“F-Father… no, I am well, thank you.”
“It is, indeed, a pleasure to me
