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Updated: June 9, 2025
"Well, in order to be able to say with the Prophet-King that he fed on ashes since ashes are used for lye; that is a penitential banquet which is very unlike that we have just consumed," he added, laughing. "Well, my dear Madame Bavoil, that puts even you to shame," said the Abbé Gévresin. "You are not yet covetous of so meagre a feast; you are really quite dainty!
"Not being able to go to a café like a man, they go to church," said Durtal. "Unless it is," said Madame Bavoil, "that they would rather confide to an unknown priest the sins it would pain them to confess to their own director." "At any rate, this is a new light on things: the influence of big shops on the tribunal of penance!" exclaimed Durtal. "And of railway stations," added the Abbé Gévresin.
Would you, yourself, repulse anyone who paid you a compliment, however clumsily, if you thought he meant to please you by it? No, of course not." "Here is another thing," said the Abbé, laughing. "Madame Bavoil, I saw Monseigneur this morning; he grants your petition and authorizes you to dig in as many parts of the garden as you choose."
Durtal started like a man roused from sleep. "Ah! It is you, Madame Bavoil?" "To be sure. I am going home from market, and from your lodgings." "From my lodgings?" "Yes, to invite you to breakfast. The Abbé Plomb's housekeeper is to be out this afternoon, so he is coming to take his morning meal with us; and the Father thought it would be a good opportunity to make you acquainted."
"Well, well; the people who flutter around the Lord are cool hands!" exclaimed Madame Bavoil. "They are unhappy creatures, who try to strike a balance between their duties and their vices. "But enough of this; let us turn to something more immediate. Have you brought us the article on the Angelico, as you promised? Read it to us."
"In spite of my wish to be agreeable to dear Madame Bavoil, no I have no inclination to undertake the task.
Ask the Father " And when Durtal, smiling awkwardly, was gone, Madame Bavoil questioned her master. "What is really the matter with him?" "He is being broken by the ordeal of dryness," replied the priest. "He is enduring a painful but not dangerous operation. So long as he preserves a love of prayer, and neglects none of his religious exercises, all will be well.
So he had ended by deciding to follow his two friends, and had secured fairly spacious rooms facing the Cathedral; and then he, who had always lived cramped in tiny apartments, at last understood the provincial comfort of vast spaces and books ranged against the walls, with ample elbow-room. Madame Bavoil had found him a servant, familiar and voluble indeed, but a good and pious woman.
And the swarthy image, carved in the early part of the sixteenth century, had listened, Her face invisible, to the same sighs, the same complaints, from succeeding generations, had heard the same cries, echoing down the ages, for ever lamenting the bitterness of life, for ever expressing the desire, all the same, for length of days! Durtal looked at Madame Bavoil.
It is, as a rule, a question of taste or harmony, and has nothing, or very little, to do with symbolism." "Of that there can be no doubt," said Durtal, who rose and took leave, as Madame Bavoil, hearing the cathedral clock strike, handed to the two priests their hats and breviaries.
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