When one has been God's representative on six reals a day one can look hunger in the face.

I will be a workman; I will dig the earth, if necessary.

I will get employment on something--but I shall be a free man." As the two friends walked up and down the cloister Gabriel counselled Don Martin in determining the place to which he should direct his steps, as his thoughts wavered between Paris and the American republics, where emigration was most needed.
As the evening fell, Gabriel took leave of his disciple; his fellow-watchman was waiting for him in the cloister ready for locking-up time.
"Probably we shall never meet again," said the chaplain sadly.

"You will end your days here, in the house of a God in whom you do not believe." "Yes, I shall die here," said Gabriel, smiling.

"He and I hate one another, but all the same it seems as if He could not do without me.
If He goes out into the streets it is I who guide His steps, and again at night, it is I who guard His wealth.