But what if God should
enjoin it upon me! What if this great repugnance be but a trial! I
wished to speak to you when we were on our way to the Selvas', but you
were in haste to be there, and so it was not possible. There, seated on
the bundle of fagots under the acacias, I received the last blow. I was
weary, very weary, and for five minutes allowed myself to be overcome by
sleep, I dreamt that I was walking with Don Giuseppe Flores under the
arches of the courtyard at Praglia. I said to him weeping: 'Here, it was
here!' And Don Giuseppe answered with great tenderness: 'Yes, but do not
think of that, think rather that the Lord calls you.' And I replied:
'But whither, whither does He call me?' My anguish was so great that I
awoke. I heard a voice calling from the top of the house, and some one
answered in French from the bottom of the garden. I saw a lady leave the
villa, running. I heard the greetings she exchanged with the new-comers;
I distinguished _her_ voice! At first I was not sure of it, but
presently, the voices coming nearer, I could no longer doubt.
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