eur
Bruno will always remain a boarder; he will never be a monk. He gets all
the disadvantages of the cloister, and none of the benefits."

"But there are other monasteries besides those of La Trappe," replied
the Abbe. "Be a Benedictine Father or oblate, a black Friar. Their rule
seems to be mild; you will live in a world of learned men and writers;
what more would you have?"

"I do not say--but--"

"But what?"

"I know nothing of them--"

"Nothing can be easier than to get to know them. The Abbe Plomb is a
welcome friend at Solesmes. He can give all the introductions you can
wish to that convent."

"Good; that is worth thinking about. I will consult the Abbe," said
Durtal, rising to take leave of the old priest.

"The Black Dog is troubling you, our friend," observed Madame Bavoil,
who had overheard the two men's conversation from the next room, the
door between being open; and she came in, her breviary in her hand.

"Ah, ha!" she went on, looking at him over her spectacles, "do you
suppose that by moving your soul from place to place you can change it?
Your trouble is neither in the air nor outside you, but within you. On
my word, to hear you talk, one might fancy that by travelling from one
spot to another every discord could be avoided, that a man could escape
from himself! Nothing can be more false. Ask the Father--"

And when Durtal, smiling awkwardly, was gone, Madame Bavoil questioned
her master.

"What is really the matter with him?"

"He is being broken by the ordeal of dryness," replied the priest. "He
is enduring a painful but not dangerous operation. So long as he
preserves a love of prayer, and neglects none of his religious
exercises, all will be well. That is the touchstone which enables us to
discern whether such an attack is sent from Heaven."

"But, Father, he must at any rate be comforted."

"I can do nothing but pray for him."

"Another question: our friend is possessed by the notion of a monastic
life; perhaps you ought to send him to a convent."

The Abbe gave an evasive shrug.

"Dryness of spirit and the dreams to which it gives rise are not the
sign of a vocation," said he. "I might even say that they have a greater
chance of thriving than of diminishing in the cloister. From that point
of view conventual life might be bad for him. Still, that is not the
only question to be considered--there is something else--and besides,
who knows?" He was silent, and presently added: "Mu