'Boy,' he continued, growing warmer, 'I plucked away a great pad of moss from between these boulders, and disclosed a crevice; and when I looked in, what do you suppose I saw?
I saw a house in Paris with a court and garden, I saw my wife shining with diamonds, I saw myself a deputy, I saw you--well, I--I saw your future,' he concluded, rather feebly.

'I have just discovered America,' he added.
'But what is it ?' asked the boy.
'The Treasure of Franchard,' cried the Doctor; and, throwing his brown straw hat upon the ground, he whooped like an Indian and sprang upon Jean- Marie, whom he suffocated with embraces and bedewed with tears.

Then he flung himself down among the heather and once more laughed until the valley rang.
But the boy had now an interest of his own, a boy's interest.

No sooner was he released from the Doctor's accolade than he ran to the boulders, sprang into the niche, and, thrusting his hand into the crevice, drew forth one after another, encrusted with the earth of ages, the flagons, candlesticks, and patens of the hermitage of Franchard.

A casket came last, tightly shut and very heavy.
'O what fun!' he cried.
But when he looked back at the Doctor, who had followed close behind and was silently observing, the words died from his lips.