Listen well to this, my children. When I first came to Ars, there was a man who never passed the church without going in. In the morning on his way to work, and in the evening on his way home, he left his spade and pick-ax on the porch, and he spent a long time in adoration before the Blessed Sacrament. Oh! how I loved to see that!
I asked him once what he said to Our Lord during the long visits he made Him. Do you know what he told me?
'Eh, Monsieur le Curé I say nothing to Him. I look at Him and He looks at me!'