rical and religious works, and they are at your
service, Monsieur le Cure!"
"A thousand thanks," replied the Abbe Pernot, making a slight grimace;
"I am not much of a reader, and my little stock is sufficient for my
needs. You remember what is said in the Imitation: 'Si scires totam
Bibliam exterius et omnium philosophorum dicta, quid totum prodesset
sine caritate Dei et gratia?' Besides, it gives me a headache to read
too steadily. I require exercise in the open air. Do you hunt or fish,
Monsieur de Buxieres?"
"Neither the one nor the other."
"So much the worse for you. You will find the time hang very heavily on
your hands in this country, where there are so few sources of amusement.
But never fear! You can not be always reading, and when the fine weather
comes you will yield to the temptation; all the more likely because you
have Claudet Sejournant with you. A jolly fellow he is; there is not one
like him for killing a snipe or sticking a trout! Our trout here on the
Aubette, Monsieur de Buxieres, are excellent--of the salmon kind, and
very meaty."
Then came an interval of silence. The Abbe began to suspect that this
conversation was not one of profound interest to his visitor, and he
resumed:
"Speaking of Claudet, Monsieur, allow me to offer you my
congratulations. You have acted in a most Christian-like and equitable
manner, in making amends for the inconceivable negligence of the
deceased Claude de Buxieres. Then, on the other hand, Claudet
deserves what you have done for him. He is a good fellow, a little too
quick-tempered and violent perhaps, but he has a heart of gold. Ah!
it would have been no use for the deceased to deny it--the blood of de
Buxieres runs in his veins!"
"If public rumor is to be believed," said Julien timidly, rising to go,
"my deceased cousin Claude was very much addicted to profane pleasures."
"Yes, yes, indeed!" sighed the Abbe, "he was a devil incarnate--but
what a magnificent man! What a wonderful huntsman! Notwithstanding his
backslidings, there was a great deal of good in him, and I am fain to
believe that God has taken him under His protecting mercy."
Julien took his leave, and returned to the chateau, very much
discouraged. "This priest," thought he to himself, "is a man of
expediency. He allows himself certain indulgences which are to be
regretted, and his mind is becoming clogged by continual association
with carnal-minded men. His thoughts are too much given to e
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