They labor for an abstract idea; they heap together all the atoms of their power, to from a single man; and round this man, with the sweat of their labor, they create a misty halo, which his genius shall, in turn, render a glory gilded with the rays of all the crowns in Christendom.

Such is the man you have beside you, monseigneur.

It is to tell you that he has drawn you from the abyss for a great purpose, to raise you above the powers of the earth--above himself." [1] The prince lightly touched Aramis's arm.

"You speak to me," he said, "of that religious order whose chief you are.

For me, the result of your words is, that the day you desire to hurl down the man you shall have raised, the event will be accomplished; and that you will keep under your hand your creation of yesterday." "Undeceive yourself, monseigneur," replied the bishop.