Gorenflot, do you remember the text, 'He who humbles himself, shall be exalted ?'" "Nonsense!" cried Gorenflot.
"Ah! now he doubts the Holy Writ; the heretic!" "Heretic, indeed! But what do you mean, M.Briquet ?" "Nothing, but that I set out on a journey, and that I have come to make you my adieux; so, good-by." "You shall not leave me thus." "I must." "A friend!" "In grandeur one has no friends." "Chicot!" "I am no longer Chicot; you reproached me with my false position just now." "But you must not go without eating; it is not wholesome." "Oh! you live too badly here." "Badly, here!" murmured the prior, in astonishment.
"I think so." "You had to complain of your last dinner here ?" "I should think so." "Diable! and of what ?" "The pork cutlets were burned." "Oh!" "The stuffed ears did not crack under your teeth." "Ah!" "The capon was soft." "Good heavens!" "The soup was greasy." "Misericorde!" "And then you have no time to give me." "I!" "You said so, did you not?
It only remains for you to become a liar." "Oh! I can put off my business: it was only a lady who asks me to see her." "See her, then." "No, no! dear M.Chicot, although she has sent me a hundred bottles of Sicilian wine." "A hundred bottles!" "I will not receive her, although she is probably some great lady.

I will receive only you." "You will do this ?" "To breakfast with you, dear M.Chicot--to repair my wrongs toward you." "Which came from your pride." "I will humble myself." "From your idleness." "Well! from to-morrow I will join my monks in their exercises." "What exercises ?" "Of arms." "Arms!" "Yes; but it will be fatiguing to command." "Who had this idea ?" "I, it seems." "You! impossible!" "No.

I gave the order to Brother Borromee." "Who is he ?" "The new treasurer." "Where does he come from ?" "M.

le Cardinal de Guise recommended him." "In person ?" "No, by letter." "And it is with him you decided on this ?" "Yes, my friend." "That is to say, he proposed it and you agreed." "No, my dear M.Chicot; the idea was entirely mine." "And for what end ?" "To arm them." "Oh! pride, pride! Confess that the idea was his." "Oh! I do not know.

And yet it must have been mine, for it seems that I pronounced a very good Latin text on the occasion." "You! Latin! Do you remember it ?" "Militat spiritu--" "Militat gladio." "Yes, yes: that was it." "Well, you have excused yourself so well that I pardon you.