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I have told you that I will move heaven and earth for you; you, however, must help me a little on your side, for whatever I may do, I can effect nothing without you. In his letter, Gaudinet informs me that the parish of St. Mary, Nancy, is deprived of its pastor. It came into my head directly that you must take the place of the defunct.
That unscrupulous old Comtesse, that insolent prelate, Gaudinet, Matou, Simonet and the rest, all oozing forth hypocrisy, intrigue and vice; dreaming of one thing alone, to satisfy their ambition, their passions, and their appetites. And these are the ministers of God! Veronica was quite right: "'All the same, we are all the same, all. And I am one of the least bad.
Unam petii a Domino, hanc requiram. You know what it is your promotion. Well, Monsieur le Curé. I come to tell you that everything is going as it were on wheels. Really? said Marcel indifferently. Just think. The day before yesterday a letter reached me from the Palace. It was Monseigneur's secretary, little Gaudinet, who wrote to me. You know Gaudinet? No, uncle.
Monsieur l'Abbé Gaudinet does not like to be disturbed, and I believe besides that he is in conference with his Lordship.
He has gone away, Monseigneur. I had told him, in fact, that your Lordship was very busy, and, no doubt, he wished not to trouble you. I was, in fact, expecting him. He will return to-morrow. But, for God's sake, Gaudinet, never let anybody enter that room without warning me beforehand. Marcel was already at the bottom of the stairs.
A valet called him back, and Gaudinet, after bringing out the little girl, introduced him to Monseigneur's presence. Ah, there you are, said the latter in a harsh tone, looking him straight in the face. Why did you go away? I was told that Monseigneur was engaged, and I feared to disturb your Lordship. Who told you that? The Abbé Gaudinet. You are much changed. I should not have recognized you.
Is it not Monsieur l'Abbé Gaudinet? said Marcel rising. Ah, cried the former, Monsieur le Curé of Althausen, I think? It was the Secretary, and he aspired, as may be remembered, to the envied post of curate at St. Nicholas. He thought to obtain the good graces of Ridoux by rendering a service to Marcel. Monseigneur is really too much engaged, said he, but I will obtain admittance for you anyhow.
Yes, he explained it to me. Oh, oh! he explained it to you. And how did he explain that to you? He told me.... Let us see what he told you. Come, come, you most not hang down your head: see, lift up this pretty face and show me this little dimple; what did the Abbé Matou say to you?... Eh, eh! who is there! who is knocking at the door? Is it you, Gaudinet?
At Gaudinet's first word, he had quickly vanished, foreseeing that a terrible tempest would burst upon his head, if the Bishop should suspect that he had been a witness of his way of hearing little girls' confessions, the usual way however of nearly all priests; I appeal to the memories of the Lord's sheep. Monsieur le Curé!... cried Gaudinet, opening the door. Ah, he is no longer there.
Rise up, my little daughter, and go and sit down there, in the corner. Come in, Gaudinet, come in then. Gaudinet put his head discreetly inside. Monseigneur, I came to inform you that the Curé of Althausen has been there for some time. There? where is that? In the cabinet. What! in the cabinet? Ah, are you mad, Gaudinet, to send people in this way into my cabinet?
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