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By the way, Monsieur l'Abbé, had you not some remarks to communicate on the zoology of the Scriptures?" "Yes, we will go " "To dinner, if you please," said Madame Bavoil. The Abbé Gévresin said grace, and when they had eaten the soup the housekeeper served the beef. It was strengthening, tender, savoury to its inmost fibre, penetrated by the rich and highly-flavoured sauce.
"Bless me!" cried Madame Bavoil, who was getting somewhat scared by this discussion, "I never saw it in that light. I know that red means fire, as everybody knows; blue, the air; green, water; and black, the earth.
"Yes, I know when I confessed in her presence that I did not yet know of which Saint I might write the history, Madame Bavoil dear Madame Bavoil, as the Abbé Gévresin calls her exclaimed: 'The life of Jeanne de Matel! Why not?
In that case my inference would be akin to that offered to us by Monsieur l'Abbé: the fires are to be ascribed to Satan, who would wreak himself on the image of Her who has the power to crush his head." "Pray have a slice of beef, our friend," said Madame Bavoil, coming in with a bottle in her hands. "No, thank you." "And you, Monsieur l'Abbé?" The Abbé Plomb bowed, but declined.
The image is precise, for the convent is indeed a reservoir into which God dips to draw forth the good works of love and tears, and restore the balance of the scales in which the sins of the world are so heavy!" Madame Bavoil smiled. "A very old Carmelite nun," said she, "who had gone into this House before railways were invented, died here hardly three months ago.
"Now," said Durtal, looking at his watch, "the Abbé Gévresin must have finished his breakfast. It is time to take leave of him before joining the Abbé Plomb at the station." He crossed the forecourt of the palace and rang at the priest's door. "So you are sure you are going!" said Madame Bavoil, who opened the door, and admitted him to her master. "Well, yes "
"Aha! our friend is not so ignorant of country lore as I had fancied," exclaimed Madame Bavoil. "Oh, I wandered in the woods a little, as a child." "For the choir no discussion is possible, I believe," said the Abbé Gévresin. "The eucharistic plants, the vine and corn are self-evidently appropriate.
"Thyme, on the contrary, according to Macer Floridus, cures snake-bites, fennel is a stimulant wholesome for women, and garlic taken fasting is a preservative against the ills we may contract from drinking strange waters, or changing from place to place. So plant whole fields of garlic, Madame Bavoil." "The Father does not like it!"
And it is a fact that garden plants are generally poor and tasteless, while those that grow wild have a certain astringency and pleasant bitter flavour. It is the venison of vegetables that you have given us, Madame Bavoil!"
"Oh, I must not wish to have no sufferings at all, for there is no cross so heavy as having none," replied the Abbé. "So do as I do, or rather, do better than I, for I still repine; put a cheerful face on your aridity, and your trials. Goodbye, God bless you!" "And may the great Mother of Madonnas of France, the sweet Lady of Chartres, protect you!" added Madame Bavoil.
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