I dared not run in debt to buy that beautiful monstrance, worthy of a cathedral.

You, who are one of our most pious and faithful parishioners, must have keenly felt the bareness of the high altar.

I am on my way to see Monseigneur the coadjutor, and he will, I am sure, send you his own thanks later." "I have done nothing as yet--" began Baudoyer.
"Monsieur le cure," interposed his wife, cutting him short.

"I see I am forced to betray the whole secret.

Monsieur Baudoyer hopes to complete the gift by sending you a dais for the coming Fete-Dieu.