A Jacobin of good appearance was among the guests, to whom she did me the honor to present me.

The monk treated me very affectionately, congratulated me on my late conversion, mentioned several particulars of my story, which plainly showed he had been made acquainted with it, then, tapping me familiarly on the cheek, bade me be good, to keep up my spirits, and come to see him at his convent, where he should have more opportunity to talk with me.
I judged him to be a person of some consequence by the deference that was paid him; and by the paternal tone he assumed with Madam Basile, to be her confessor.

I likewise remember that his decent familiarity was attended with an appearance of esteem, and even respect for his fair penitent, which then made less impression on me than at present.

Had I possessed more experience how should I have congratulated myself on having touched the heart of a young woman respected by her confessor! The table not being large enough to accommodate all the company, a small one was prepared, where I had the satisfaction of dining with our agreeable clerk; but I lost nothing with regard to attention and good cheer, for several plates were sent to the side-table which were certainly not intended for him.
Thus far all went well; the ladies were in good spirits, and the gentlemen very gallant, while Madam Basile did the honors of the table with peculiar grace.

In the midst of the dinner we heard a chaise stop at the door, and presently some one coming up stairs--it was M.Basile.
Methinks I now see him entering, in his scarlet coat with gold buttons -- from that day I have held the color in abhorrence.