Jean fell at once under the charm; he was there still! At the moment when he dismounted in the barrack-yard, at nine o'clock, the old priest began his campaign joyously.

Since the previous evening the Abbe's head had been on fire; Jean had not slept much, but he had not slept at all.

He had risen very early, and with closed doors, alone with Pauline, he had counted and recounted his money, spreading out his one hundred Louis-d'or, gloating over them like a miser, and like a miser finding exquisite pleasure in handling his hoard.

All that was his! for him! that is to say, for the poor.
"Do not be too lavish, Monsieur le Cure," said Pauline; "be economical.
I think that if you distribute to-day one hundred francs--" "That is not enough, Pauline.

I shall only have one such day in my life, but one I will have.