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While M. Coignard was holding this memorable discourse, M. d'Anquetil, without listening to the abbe's words, was seated on the edge of the fountain, shuffling the cards and swearing like a trooper, because it was too dark to play a game of piquet.
Soon the room was full of dense smoke, wherein our host and the Abbe Coignard played gravely at piquet.
I believed you to be a real good tippler, and wished you to become my chaplain as soon as I could set up my own establishment." However, M. Coignard did drink all that the bottle contained, and Catherine, inclining to me, whispered in my ear: "Jacques, I feel that I shall never love anyone but you."
Know, my son, that, had he wanted to kill M. Coignard, he could have done it easily from his own room by a magic operation. I see that you're still ignorant of the first elements of the science.
They told you that for years he lived in the Great Pyramid, but as a fact he has been a banker at Lisbon. And it depended only on me to pass in your eyes as a Salamander." "What, Jahel, do you tell me the truth? Your uncle " "Yes, and that is the secret of his jealousy. He believes the Abbe Coignard to be his rival. He disliked him instinctively, at first sight.
M. d'Asterac went up to him and touched his breast with the ruby he used to wear on his finger. "It is useful," said the great cabalist, "to know the peculiar qualities of precious stones. Rubies soothe resentments, and you'll soon see the Abbe Coignard regain his natural suavity."
"Besides," she continued, "your Abbe Coignard seems to be a very good man, and I am pretty sure that we have in no way to be afraid of him. I looked at him, through a peephole, on the day he came with you to visit my uncle! I thought him amiable, though I could not hear what he said. Principally his nose I thought to be really ingenious and capable.
In this way I was occupied for a little while, when M. Jerome Coignard came into my room with a new neckband and very respectable clerical garb. "Tournebroche," he exclaimed, "is it you, my boy? Never forget that you owe these fine clothes to the knowledge I have given you. They fit a humanist like yourself, as who says humanities says also elegance. But look on me and say if I have a good mien.
How can I dare to come unto you, I who do not feel any good in me to give me courage? How can I introduce you into me, after having so often wounded your eyes full of kindness?" And the Abbe Coignard received the holy viaticum in profound silence, interrupted by our sobs and by the great noise Madame Coquebert made blowing her nose.
When shall I return to the Rue St Jacques again, where I was born, and see my dear parents, who'll feel burning shame when they hear of our misfortunes? But do be so good, my dear tutor, as to explain that strange encounter you said you had this very morning, and also the events of the day." M. Jerome Coignard willingly consented to give me all the enlightenment I wished for.
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