"Thanks be to God, He does not require us to dwell on what may be in store for our chastening.

He says explicitly, 'Take no thought for the morrow--the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself.' Words how kind and how wise!" This seemed to strike La Croissette a good deal.

He remained in thought a few minutes, and then said, "Well, it is time I should take my leave.
I respect you very much." Then, resuming his bantering tone, "Since you are so willing to hazard the disturbance which poor old Monsieur Laccassagne found it so hard to bear, I advise you to sleep day and night while you are here, and lay in a good stock of repose against the time when you will be deprived of it." Stepping back again, just as he seemed going, he said, "You fancy yourselves very safe here; and, indeed, the dragoons unless with a guide to you, might possibly take some time to find you out; but depend on it, Les Arenes will be well searched some day--perhaps very soon; it is too well known as having been an old hiding-place.

Every corner--this among the rest--is known to outcasts, many of them of bad reputation, who, for a morsel of bread, would give up St.Paul or St.Peter.All are not so, however, and those I am now among have a kind of the honor which exists among thieves.

Do not depend too much on it, however." And with this very unsatisfactory speech, he left us.