But the purchase must depend on the state of our finances, and our finances depend on my husband's promotion." "God will reward those who honor him," said Monsieur Gaudron, preparing, with the curate, to take leave.
"But will you not," said Saillard to the two ecclesiastics, "do us the honor to take pot luck with us ?" "You can stay, my dear vicar," said the curate to Gaudron; "you know I am engaged to dine with the curate of Saint-Roch, who, by the bye, is to bury Monsieur de la Billardiere to-morrow." "Monsieur le cure de Saint-Roch might say a word for us," began Baudoyer.

His wife pulled the skirt of his coat violently.
"Do hold your tongue, Baudoyer," she said, leading him aside and whispering in his ear.

"You have given a monstrance to the church, that cost five thousand francs.

I'll explain it all later." The miserly Baudoyer make a sulky grimace, and continued gloomy and cross for the rest of the day.
"What did you busy yourself about Falleix's passport for?
Why do you meddle in other people's affairs ?" he presently asked her.
"I must say, I think Falleix's affairs are as much ours as his," returned Elisabeth, dryly, glancing at her husband to make him notice Monsieur Gaudron, before whom he ought to be silent.
"Certainly, certainly," said old Saillard, thinking of his co-partnership.
"I hope you reached the newspaper office in time ?" remarked Elisabeth to Monsieur Gaudron, as she helped him to soup.
"Yes, my dear lady," answered the vicar; "when the editor read the little article I gave him, written by the secretary of the Grand Almoner, he made no difficulty.

He took pains to insert it in a conspicuous place.