Last night I met her at the river, and--Then briefly he told all that had happened to the moment when Jean Jacques had left him at the flume with the words, 'Moi, je suis philosophe!' And at the last he said: "I give you my word--my oath on this"-- he laid his hand on the Testament on the table--"that beyond what you saw, and what Jean Jacques saw, there has been nothing." He held up a hand as though taking an oath.
"Name of God, is it not enough what there has been ?" whispered the little Clerk.
"Oh, as you think, and as you say! It is quite enough for me after to-day.

I'm a teetotaller, but I'm not so fond of water as to want to take my eternal bath in it." He shuddered slightly.

"Bien sur, I've had my fill of the Manor Cartier for one day, my Clerk of the Court." "Bien sur, it was enough to set you thinking, monsieur," was the dry comment of M.Fille, who was now recovering his composure.
At that moment there came a knock at the door, and another followed quickly; then there entered without waiting for a reply--Carmen Barbille..