Everybody does not understand all that has just been said; but all have a deep impression that the text is one of simplicity, of moderation, of obedience, and foreheads move altogether in the breath of the phrases like a field in the breeze.
"Yes," says Crillon, pensively, "he speaks to confection, that gentleman.

All that one thinks about, you can see it come out of his mouth.

Common sense and reverence, we're attached to 'em by something." "We are attached to them by orderliness," says Joseph Boneas.
"The proof that it's the truth," Crillon urges, "is that it's in the dissertions of everybody." "To be sure!" says Benoit, going a bit farther, "since everybody says it, and it's become a general repetition!" The good old priest, in the center of an attentive circle, is unstringing a few observations.

"Er, hem," he says, "one should not blaspheme.

Ah, if there were not a good God, there would be many things to say; but so long as there is a good God, all that happens is adorable, as Monseigneur said.