"
"Yes, but perhaps Germain would not be willing."
"Is he still at the farm, where he went on coming out of prison, and from
which he wrote us to announce M. Ferrand's discontinuance of the suit?"
"Probably, for yesterday I went to the place where he directed us to go;
they told me that he was still in the country, and that I could write to
him at Bouqueval, near Ecouen, at Madame George's."
"Oh! a carriage!" said Chalamel, leaning over toward the window.
"Nothing but a hackney-coach."
"And who gets out?"
"Stop a moment! Oh! a black-gown!"
"A woman! a woman! Oh! let us see."
"This gutter-jumper is indecently sensitive at his age; he only thinks of
women. We shall have to chain him up, or he will carry off the Sabines from
the streets; for, as said the Swan of Cambray in his Treatise on Education
for the Dauphin,
"'Of Gutter-jumper have a care,
Who assaults the lovely fair.'"
"I demand the head of Chalamel!"
"M. Chalamel, you said a black robe, I thought."
"It is the cure, goose! Let him be an example for you."
"The cure of the parish? The good pastor?"
"Himself."
"He is a worthy man!"
"He is no Jesuit, not he."
"I think not; and if all the priests were like him everybody would be
devout."
"Silence! some one opens the door."
And all the clerks, bending over their desks, began to scratch away with
apparent industry, making their pens pass rapidly over the paper.
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