Can you walk a little way ?" "Yes." "Come with me, then." "I must bid my companion farewell." Turning to La Croissette, I took his hand in both mine, and pressed it fervently, saying: "My dear La Croissette, adieu.

May God bless you in this world and the next.

I wish I could make some return for your exceeding kindness, but, unfortunately, can give you nothing but my prayers." "Pray say nothing of it," said he, cordially.

"Your prayers are the very thing I should like to have, for, unfortunately, I am not good at them myself.

As I pass a Calvary by the roadside I pull off my hat, in token of respect, you know, for what it represents; and had I had a bringing up like yours I might have had as pretty a turn for psalmody; but as the matter stands, why, you will be Jacques Bonneval, and I Bartholome La Croissette to the end of the chapter.