With this I had to be content.  The darkness which succeeded to that strange light seemed more terrible than ever.  We all stumbled as we turned to go away, dazzled by it, and stricken dumb, though some kept saying that it was a trick, and some murmured exclamations with voices full of terror.  The sound of the crowd breaking up was like a regiment marching—­all the world had been there.  I was thankful, however, that neither my mother nor my wife had seen anything; and though they were anxious to know why I was so serious, I succeeded fortunately in keeping the secret from them.

M. de Clairon did not appear till late, and then he confessed to me he could make nothing of it.  ’If it is a trick (as of course it must be), it has been most cleverly done,’ he said; and admitted that he was baffled altogether.  For my part, I was not surprised.  Had it been the Sisters of the hospital, as M. le Cure thought, would they have let the opportunity pass of preaching a sermon to us, and recommending their doctrines?  Not so; here there were no doctrines, nothing but that pregnant phrase, la vraie signification de la vie.  This made a more deep impression upon me than anything else.  The Holy Mother herself (whom I wish to speak of with profound respect), and the saints, and the forgiveness of sins, would have all been there had it been the Sisters, or even M. le Cure.  This, though I had myself suggested an imposture, made it very unlikely to my quiet thoughts.  But if not an imposture, what could it be supposed to be?

EXPULSION OF THE INHABITANTS.

I will not attempt to give any detailed account of the state of the town during this evening.  For myself I was utterly worn out, and went to rest as soon as M. de Clairon left me, having satisfied, as well as I could, the questions of the women.  Even in the intensest excitement weary nature will claim her dues.  I slept.  I can even remember the grateful sense of being able to put all anxieties and perplexities aside for the moment, as I went to sleep.  I felt the drowsiness gain upon me, and I was glad.  To forget was of itself a happiness.  I woke up, however, intensely awake, and in perfect possession of all my faculties, while it was yet dark; and at once got up and began to dress.  The moment of hesitation which generally follows waking—­the little interval of thought in which one turns over perhaps that which is past, perhaps that which is to come—­found no place within me.  I got up without a moment’s pause, like one who has been called to go on a journey; nor did it surprise me at all to see my wife moving about, taking a cloak from her wardrobe, and putting up linen in a bag.  She was already fully dressed; but she asked no questions of me any more than I did of her.  We were in haste, though we said nothing.  When I had dressed, I looked round me to see if I had forgotten anything, as one does when one leaves a place.  I saw my