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Lanty was purring over his foster-brother, and cosseting him like a cat over a newly-recovered kitten, resolved not to see how much shaken the poor Abbe's intellect had been, and quite sure that the reverend father would be altogether himself when he only had his soutane again. 'Well hath the Prophet-chief your bidding done. Bugia was thoroughly Moorish, and subject to attacks of fanaticism.
The marchioness was still handsome, though her beauty had begun to wane; but with her the sweetness, the grace, and the ease of manner supplied the lack of youth. She knew how to make a compliment of the slightest expression, and was totally devoid of any affection of superiority. "Sit down," she began. "So you are going to stay a week, I see, from the dear abbe's letter.
She travelled in a carriage I gave her which was worth more than two hundred louis." "That's all very fine, but you must make some allowance for the abbe's grief and rage at seeing you sleep with her." "Fools, my dear sister, are made to suffer such grief, and many others besides. Did he tell you that she would not let him have anything to do with her, and that she used to box his ears?"
"But listen; it will be something to buy you cigars. It comes from America." And then followed the Abbe's little speech about the masters of Longueval. He went to a poor woman whose son had gone to Tunis. "Well, how is your son getting on?" "Not so bad, Monsieur le Cure; I had a letter from him yesterday. He does not complain; he is very well; only he says there are no Kroomirs. Poor boy!
The clerks, constables, and hangers-on, hearing that the hated Squillace, who would have been stoned to death if it had not been for the king's protection, was the poor abbe's only patron, began to beat him violently, much to the poor Sicilian's astonishment.
In these, my information being better than the Abbe's, my task was easy. How I may succeed in controverting matters of sentiment and opinion, with one whom years, experience, and long established reputation have placed in a superior line, I am less confident in; but as they fall within the scope of my observations, it would be improper to pass them over.
"Ah!" exclaimed the priest, "how are you, Monsieur de Buxieres, I was just going over to see you. Is it true that you have received bad news?" Julien nodded his head affirmatively, and informed the cure of the sad notice he had received. The Abbe's countenance lengthened, his mouth took on a saddened expression, and during the next few minutes he maintained an attitude of condolence.
He obviously disliked his little abbe's dress, and we always kept saying, "It's only for the time being, my little fellow." When, after his nomination, the monks of Saint Denis came to make their obeisance to him, he asked if they were devils, and continually covered his face so as not to see them.
"And you will work?" "And I will work but, you, Edmee, will you forgive me for all the pain I have caused you? and will you try to like me a little?" "I shall like you very much," she replied, "if you are always as you are this evening." On the morrow, at daybreak, I went to the abbe's room. He was already up and reading.
His regard for one order of persons always arose either out of his vices or his indolence; his regard for another, out of his good qualities and his strong sense. The Duc de St. Simon held the same place in the latter species of affection that Dubois did in the former. The Duc was just coming out of the Abbe's closet as I entered the anteroom.
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