How different must be our feelings at this priceless service of personal affection from those of our opponents, served only for money." "No money!" blurted Spoon. "Taurieu! An election without money?" Chamilly, with one quiet glance, turned away to L'Honorable. "Without 'tin, St. Christophe, I say! St. Laurent!" "Keep quiet silence, I pray thee," returned Benoit, and drew his companion aside.