"Bring us the bowl, the merry bowl, the jolly and hot bowl.

The devil himself must hunt for cheer to-night.

How it blows!" "In the private assembly, Messieurs," said the host caressingly; "in the private assembly.

All is ready but the hot water." And respectfully, though determinedly, as one would guide a flock of sheep, he turned the roisterers toward the door that led into the private assembly-room.

He had just learned that the Jesuits had arrived and that there was no room for them at the episcopal palace, and that they were on their way to the Corne d'Abondance.