titude he clasped the hand of his
confessor, and embraced him: tears of joy ran down the cheeks of these
good men.

They heard an inordinate roar of laughter, and there was Diabolus
sitting opposite to them, holding his sides, and lashing his tail about,
as if he would have gone mad with glee.

"Why," said he, "what nonsense is this! do you suppose I care about
THAT?" and he tossed the Pope's missive into a corner. "M. l'Abbe
knows," he said, bowing and grinning, "that though the Pope's paper may
pass current HERE, it is not worth twopence in our country. What do I
care about the Pope's absolution? You might just as well be absolved by
your under butler."

"Egad," said the Abbe, "the rogue is right--I quite forgot the fact,
which he points out clearly enough."

"No, no, Gambouge," continued Diabolus, with horrid familiarity, "go thy
ways, old fellow, that COCK WON'T FIGHT." And he retired up the chimney,
chuckling at his wit and his triumph. Gambouge heard his tail scuttling
all the way up, as if he had been a sweeper by profession.

Simon was left in that condition of grief in which, according to the
newspapers, cities and nations are found when a murder is committed, or
a lord ill of the gout--a situation, we say, more easy to imagine than
to describe.

To add to his woes, Mrs. Gambouge, who was now first made acquainted
with his compact, and its probable consequences, raised such a storm
about his ears, as made him wish almost that his seven years were
expired. She screamed, she scolded, she swore, she wept, she went into
such fits of hysterics, that poor Gambouge, who had completely knocked
under to her, was worn out of his life. He was allowed no rest, night
or day: he moped about his fine house, solitary and wretched, and cursed
his stars that he ever had married the butcher's daughter.

It wanted six months of the time.

A sudden and desperate resolution seemed all at once to have taken
possession of Simon Gambouge. He called his family and his friends
together--he gave one of the greatest feasts that ever was known in the
city of Paris--he gayly presided at one end of his table, while Mrs.
Gam., splendidly arrayed, gave herself airs at the other extremity.

After dinner, using the customary formula, he called upon Diabolus to
appear. The old ladies screamed, and hoped he would not appear naked;
the young ones tittered, and longed to see the monster: everybody was
pale with expectation and affright.