The diamonds are of the finest, Antoine, and will sell for much.

The blessing of a dying priest upon you if you do kindly, and his curse if you do ill to this poor child, whose home was my home in better days.

And for the locket--it is but a remembrance, and to remember is not difficult!" As the last observation was not addressed to Antoine, so also he did not hear it.

He was discontentedly watching the body of the Viscount, whom he consented to help, but with genuine weak-mindedness consented ungraciously.
"How am I to get him there?
Monsieur le Cure sees that he cannot stand upon his feet." Monsieur le Cure smiled, and stooping, picked his old pupil up in his arms as if he had been a baby, and bore him to one of the doors.
"You must come no further," said Antoine, hastily.
"Ingrate!" muttered the priest in momentary anger, and then, ashamed, he crossed himself, and pressing the young nobleman to his bosom with the last gush of earthly affection that he was to feel, he kissed his senseless face, spoke a benediction to ears that could not hear it, and laid his burden down.
"GOD the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, be with thee now and in the dread hour of death.

Adieu! we shall meet hereafter." The look of pity, the yearning of rekindled love, the struggle of silenced memories passed from his face and left a shining calm--foretaste of the perpetual Light and the eternal Rest.
Before he reached the other prisoners, the large thumb had found its old place in the little book, the lips formed the old old words; but it might almost have been said of him already, that "his spirit was with the GOD who gave it." As for Monsieur the Viscount, it was perhaps well that he was not too sensible of his position, for Antoine got him down the flight of stone steps that led to the cell by the simple process of dragging him by the heels.