And, as soon as they were off again, Sister
Hyacinthe clapped her hands, and exclaimed: "Come, let us make haste; the
evening prayer."
Thereupon, during a quarter of an hour came a confused murmuring, made up
of "Paters" and "Aves," self-examinations, acts of contrition, and vows
of trustful reliance in God, the Blessed Virgin, and the Saints, with
thanksgiving for protection and preservation that day, and, at last, a
prayer for the living and for the faithful departed.
"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Amen."
It was ten minutes past eight o'clock, the shades of night were already
bedimming the landscape--a vast plain which the evening mist seemed to
prolong into the infinite, and where, far away, bright dots of light
shone out from the windows of lonely, scattered houses. In the carriage,
the lights of the lamps were flickering, casting a subdued yellow glow on
the luggage and the pilgrims, who were sorely shaken by the spreading
tendency of the train's motion.
"You know, my children," resumed Sister Hyacinthe, who had remained
standing, "I shall order silence when we get to Lamothe, in about an
hour's time. So you have an hour to amuse yourselves, but you must be
reasonable and not excite yourselves too much. And when we have passed
Lamothe, you hear me, there must not be another word, another sound, you
must all go to sleep."
This made them laugh.
"Oh! but it is the rule, you know," added the Sister, "and surely you
have too much sense not to obey me.
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