"I promise to execute your commission, my friend, oh! with all my heart," he said.
"You will go after your mass, won't you?
His name is Laveuve, he lives in the Rue des Saules in a house with a courtyard, just before reaching the Rue Marcadet.

You are sure to find it.

And if you want to be very kind you will tell me of your visit this evening at five o'clock, at the Madeleine, where I am going to hear Monseigneur Martha's address.

He has been so good to me! Won't you also come to hear him ?" Pierre made an evasive gesture.

Monseigneur Martha, Bishop of Persepolis and all powerful at the archiepiscopal palace, since, like the genial propagandist he was, he had been devoting himself to increasing the subscriptions for the basilica of the Sacred Heart, had indeed supported Abbe Rose; in fact, it was by his influence that the abbe had been kept in Paris, and placed once more at St.Pierre de Montmartre.
"I don't know if I shall be able to hear the address," said Pierre, "but in any case I will go there to meet you." The north wind was blowing, and the gloomy cold penetrated both of them on that deserted summit amidst the fog which changed the vast city into a misty ocean.