The story of a beautiful and mysterious young woman whose protection against the snares of the world is her innocence and purity. "Adele! It's one o'clock and..". "Well, what of it?" the fat woman broke in. Gilberte stopped short, hesitated, blushed and stammered: "I should so much like to have luncheon served at half-past twelve exactly!" From that day forward, the meals were punctually prepared. Her victory gave her self-assurance. She had the accounts brought to her daily, although her inspection was confined to ascertaining the cost of things and checking the additions. With Gilberte's affection and open nature, however, it was difficult for her to live absolutely cut off from her fellow-creatures, as she had first intended. True, she refused to make acquaintances; and her shyness was such that, after three months, she had not yet set foot in the streets of Domfront. But those who have been stricken by fate have a natural company of friends in the poor, the wretched, the destitute, the outcast; and her heart could not avoid the sort of friendship built upon adversity.