"Who told you she had a letter that day, for which she had been waiting ?" he said.
"Monsieur Evanturel." The Seigneur's face became sterner still.

"What business had he to know that she received a letter that day ?" "He is postmaster," innocently replied the Notary.

"He is the devil!" said the Seigneur tartly.

"I beg your pardon, Cure; but it is Evanturel's business not to know what letters go to and fro in that office.

He should be blind and dumb, so far as we all are concerned." "Remember that Evanturel is a cripple," the Cure answered gently.