I have devoted myself, monsieur, to the service of the weak, like the late Councillor Popinot,--a sublime man, as you justly remarked.

If I had not already chosen a career which is in some sort monastic, and precludes all idea of marriage and public office, my taste, my second vocation, would lead me to the service of God, to the Church.

I do not trumpet what I do, like the philanthropists; I do not write about it; I simply act; I am pledged to Christian charity.

The ambition of our friend Thuillier becoming known to me, I have wished to contribute to the happiness of two young people who seem to me made for each other, by suggesting to you the means of winning the rather cold heart of Monsieur Thuillier." Phellion was bewildered by this tirade, admirably delivered; he was dazzled, attracted; but he remained Phellion; he walked up to the lawyer and held out his hand, which la Peyrade took.
"Monsieur," said the commander, with emotion, "I have misjudged you.
What you have done me the honor to confide to me will die _there_," laying his hand on his heart.

"You are one of the men of whom we have too few,--men who console us for many evils inherent in our social state.