I esteem you, and I dare add, though you seeing for the first time, I love you. Will you be my secretary, with eight thousand francs a year, or the double? I win again, I swear to you, and I make it my business to you keep your good cure for the day when we do we will agree more.

The priest refused, but by the end of the conversation the real embarrassment when he saw the marquis suggested an idea.

“I left at the bottom of my seminar, he said the Marquis, a poor young man who, if I am not mistaken, will be severely persecuted. If it was a simple monk, he would already be in pace.

So far this young man knows that the Latin and the Scriptures, but it is not impossible that one day he is making great talent for preaching, or to the direction of souls. I do not know what he will do, but it was the sacred fire, he can go far. I intended to give to our bishop, if he ever came to us one that had a little the way you see men and business.

-Where your young man out? said the marquis.

-It is said the son of a carpenter of our mountains, but I believe rather natural son of some rich man. I saw him receive a letter with an anonymous or pseudonymous letter of credit for five hundred francs.