She herself had never quite liked M.le Cure--not having any special reason for disliking him, but regarding him as a man who was perhaps a little deficient in spirit, and perhaps a trifle too mindful of his creature comforts.

M.le Cure took a great deal of snuff, and Marie did not like snuff taking.

Her uncle smoked a great deal of tobacco, and that she thought very nice and proper in a man.

Had her uncle taken the snuff and the priest smoked the tobacco, she would probably have equally approved of her uncle's practice and disapproved that of the priest;--because she loved the one and did not love the other.

She had thought it probable that she might be sent for during the evening, and had, therefore, made for herself an immensity of household work, the performance of all which on that very evening the interests of the Lion d'Or would imperatively demand.