I tell you frankly that it had been my original intention to subject you to humiliation.

But you have won my respect, for all my detestation of your black robes; and if this money will advance your personal ambitions, I give it to you without reservation." He raised the bag and cast it into Chaumonot's lap.
"Monsieur," cried the good man, his face round with delight, "every night in yonder wilderness I shall pray for the bringing about of your conversion.

It will be a great triumph for the Church." "You are wasting your breath.

I am not giving a thousand livres for an '_Absolvo te_.' Perhaps, after all," and the marquis smiled maliciously, "I am giving you this money to embarrass Monsieur du Rosset, the most devout Catholic in Rochelle.

I have heard that he has refused to aid you." "I shall not look into your purpose," said Chaumonot.
"Monsieur," said Brother Jacques musically, "I am about to ask a final favor." "More livres ?" laughing.
"No.