unbelief. Through this man, through much thinking on him, I have come to
feel the woe of all the world. I have come to hear the footsteps of the
Master near. My friend, it is not a legend, not a belief now, it is a
presence. I owe him much, Maurice. In bringing him home, I shall
understand what it all means--the faith that we profess. I shall in
truth feel that it is all real. You see how much I may yet owe to him--
to this infidel tailor. I only hope I have not betrayed him," he added
anxiously. "I would keep faith with him--ah, yes, indeed!"

"I only remember that you have said the man suffers. That is no
betrayal."

They entered the village in silence. Presently, however, the sound of
Maximilian Cour's violin, as they passed the bakery, set the Seigneur's
tongue wagging again, and it wagged on till they came to the tailor's
shop.

"Good-day to you, Monsieur," he said, as they entered.

"Have you a hot goose for me?"

"I have, but I will not press it on you," replied Charley.

"Should you so take my question--eh?"

"Should you so take my 'anser'?"

The pun was new to the Seigneur, and he turned to the Cure chuckling.
"Think of that, Cure! He knows the classics." He laughed till the tears
came into his eyes.