He can give all the introductions you can wish to that convent." "Good; that is worth thinking about.

I will consult the Abbe," said Durtal, rising to take leave of the old priest.
"The Black Dog is troubling you, our friend," observed Madame Bavoil, who had overheard the two men's conversation from the next room, the door between being open; and she came in, her breviary in her hand.
"Ah, ha!" she went on, looking at him over her spectacles, "do you suppose that by moving your soul from place to place you can change it?
Your trouble is neither in the air nor outside you, but within you.

On my word, to hear you talk, one might fancy that by travelling from one spot to another every discord could be avoided, that a man could escape from himself! Nothing can be more false.

Ask the Father--" And when Durtal, smiling awkwardly, was gone, Madame Bavoil questioned her master.
"What is really the matter with him ?" "He is being broken by the ordeal of dryness," replied the priest.

"He is enduring a painful but not dangerous operation.