And then the two embraced.
"How do you like my entrance ?" said the young man.

"But I had to provide my own music!" He laughed, and ran his hands affectionately down the arms of the priest.
"I had been playing the same old chansonette--" "With your original variations ?" "With my poor variations, just before you came in; and that done--" "Yes, yes, abbe, I know the rest: prayers for the safe return of the sailor, who for four years or nearly has been learning war in King Louis's ships, and forgetting the good old way of fighting by land, at which he once served his prentice time--with your blessing, my old tutor, my good fighting abbe! Do you remember when we stopped those Dutchmen on the Richelieu, and you--" The priest interrupted with a laugh.

"But, my dear Iberville--" "It was 'Pierre' a minute gone; 'twill be 'Monsieur Pierre le Moyne of Iberville' next," the other said in mock reproach, as he went to the fire.
"No, no; I merely--" "I understand.

Pardon the wild youth who plagues his old friend and teacher, as he did long ago--so much has happened since." His face became grave and a look of trouble came.

Presently the priest said: "I never had a pupil whose teasing was so pleasant, poor humourist that I am.