TWO days, the Wednesday and Thursday passed away. This extraordinary event was never for a moment absent from the thoughts of Bernadette, and formed the constant subject of her conversations with her sister Marie, Jeanne and some other children. The remembrance of the celestial Vision in all its sweetness, was still in the depths of Bernadette’s soul. A passion―if we may use a word so often profaned to designate so pure a sentiment―had sprung up in the heart of the innocent little girl: the ardent desire of again seeing the incomparable Lady. The name of “Lady,” was the one she had given her in her rustic language. However, when anyone asked her whether this Apparition bore any resemblance to any lady she might see in the street or in the church, to any one of those celebrated for their exceeding beauty throughout the country, she shook her head and smiled sweetly: “Nothing of all this gives you any idea of it,” she answered. “The beauty she possesses is not to be expressed by language.”
It was, therefore, her great desire to see her once more. The minds of the other children were divided between fear and curiosity.
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