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Carhaix as she came in, bearing a platter on which was a piece of beef smothered in vegetables. "Oh, Madame," protested Des Hermies. They burst out laughing and Carhaix cut up the meat, while his wife poured the cider and Durtal uncorked the bottle of anchovies.
Just as a man who has drunk too deeply the night before thinks, the morning after, of drinking nothing but mineral water in future, so he dreamed, today, of pure affection far from a bed. He was still ruminating these thoughts when Des Hermies entered. They spoke of amorous misadventures.
"You are a physician, Monsieur Des Hermies, and you are not unaware that the doctors Gillespin, Jackson, and Balfour, of Jamaica, have established the influence of the constellations on human health in the West Indies. At every change of the moon the number of sick people augments. The acute crises of fever coincide with the phases of our satellite. Finally, there are lunatics.
Well, messieurs, I slept one time in the room of the most redoubtable master Satanism now can claim." "Canon Docre," Des Hermies interposed. "Yes, and my sleep was fitful. It was broad daylight. I swear to you that the succubus came, irritant and palpable and most tenacious. Happily, I remembered the formula of deliverance, which kept me
"Ah!" said Durtal, somewhat surprised at the man's self-satisfaction. "Dinner is ready," said the bell-ringer's wife. Des Hermies, doffing his apron, appeared in his tight cheviot garments. He was not so pale as usual, his cheeks being red from the heat of the stove. He set the chairs around.
That was the material of the Sacrament." "What a horrible priest!" cried Mme. Carhaix, indignant. "Yes, he celebrated another kind of mass, too, that abbé did. It was called hang it it's unpleasant to say " "Say it, Monsieur des Hermies. When people have as great a hatred for that sort of thing as we here, they need not blink any fact.
That is the point to which I have brought my history, and now I am about to begin on the series of crimes of magic and sadism." "But all this," said Des Hermies, "does not explain how, from a man of piety, he was suddenly changed into a Satanist, from a placid scholar into a violator of little children, a 'ripper' of boys and girls."
"Oh!" said Des Hermies, "many a woman would be happy to wreathe with laurel the occiput of so combustible a sexagenarian. Look at that! Isn't it revolting?" pointing to the walls covered with posters. It was a veritable debauch of placards. Everywhere on lurid coloured paper in box car letters were the names of Boulanger and Jacques. "Thank God, this will be over tomorrow."
And Rome is not unaware of the frightful advance incubacy has made in the cloisters in our days." "That proves that continence is hard to bear in solitude," said Des Hermies. "It merely proves that the soul is feeble and that people have forgotten how to pray," said Carhaix.
"Yes, but to keep from seeing the disenchanting crowd you would have to wear a long-vizored cap like a jockey and blinkers like a horse." Des Hermies sighed. "Come in," he said, opening the door. They went in and sitting down in easy chairs they lighted their cigarettes. "I haven't got over that conversation we had with Gévingey the other night at Carhaix's," said Durtal. "Strange man, that Dr.
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