'Alas!' replied he, 'I look for no rest on this side heaven; and may God grant that its doors may not be closed against me by this act.'" "Poor old man! poor Monsieur Laccassagne!" ejaculated my father.

"Well might he say so." "Yes, but what reasonable person can suppose the doors of heaven will be closed against him by it ?" said La Croissette.

"The Lord is a God of mercy--" "But will by no means clear the guilty," said my father.
"And He looketh not to the outward appearance, but to the heart," said La Croissette.
"That expression applies to the personal, bodily appearance, which none of us can help," said my father, "not to the pretence of believing one thing, when we believe, its opposite.

I mourn over the backsliding of my old friend.

Better had it been to suffer affliction for a season.
"So the virtuous lady his wife thought," said La Croissette.