These were the old French prayers, consecrated by a century of use; and as he passed on, slowly, step by step, watching now with a backward glance the blessing of the sick that had just begunthe sign of the cross made with the light golden monstrance by the bishop who carried itnow the agonized eyes of expectation that waited for their turn, he too began to hear, and to take up with his own voice those piteous cries for help.

These were the old French prayers, consecrated by a century of use; and as he passed on, slowly, step by step, watching now with a backward glance the blessing of the sick that had just begunthe sign of the cross made with the light golden monstrance by the bishop who carried itnow the agonized eyes of expectation that waited for their turn, he too began to hear, and to take up with his own voice those piteous cries for help.