After all, he mused, it was something to be a priest, if only to possess this calm.

He himself had no liking for this voyage, since the woman he loved was on the way to Spain.

Whenever Brother Jacques passed under the ship's lanterns, the vicomte stared keenly.

What was there in this handsome priest that stirred his antagonism?
For the present there seemed to be no solution.

Eh, well, all this was a strange whim of fate.