"Remember Pamphile? Certainly. But I did not know that he was your nephew." "You do not know everything, Jean, wise as you are. Pamphile is my nephew, as I have said, although I have never seen him. His mother thought herself more respectable than I. Can you believe it? After her death I came to St. Placide. For what purpose? Ah, that is my affair. You do not know that either, Monsieur the scholar. There is a lot of useful information that you do not obtain from books, I assure you. But Pamphile is coming to see me this very day. Do you see that little cloud of dust down the road? It is he, I am sure. Wait a moment and you will see him." "That will be interesting," said Jean. "He has changed much, no doubt, in all these years." "No doubt. He also has become a great lord, evidently. See, he comes in great style, in a carriage, all the way from Quebec. It will cost at least five dollars, that equipage, for so long a drive. Where the deuce did my nephew get all that money? He never sent me any of it. He will give some to his poor old aunt before he leaves, let us hope. There, he arrives. _Dieu_, what a dash! What grandeur! Speak to him, Jean, I cannot." "_Bonjour_, Madame. _Bonjour_, Monsieur," said an imposing personage, as the carriage pulled up suddenly in a cloud of dust. "It is here, is it not, that Madame Tabeau lives? They told me, there below, that I should find the place at the crossroads." "It is here, Monsieur," said Madame Tabeau, quite humbly. "If Monsieur will be so kind as to alight." "With the greatest pleasure, Madame. How good it is to come to the end of a drive of four hours! Yes, four hours and ten minutes, by the watch. It is now four o’clock, is it not, Monsieur?" "By the sun I should call it six o’clock, at least," said Jean. "You see, Monsieur the stranger, that we do not carry gold watches in St. Placide." "No, to be sure. I had forgotten. A primitive place, truly. Is it possible that I spent my early years in St. Placide? But six o’clock? Surely not. Ah, I have it. Ha! Ha! How curious! It is that I have not set my watch since I left Elko, and there is a difference of two hours--or is it three?" "Two hours," said Jean, with confidence. "You have mountain time there, I believe, and here we have eastern time. Yes, two hours." The stranger’s eyes narrowed as he looked sharply at Jean. "Eh, what? You know that? What the deuce? Who is this? The little priest, as I live! Monseigneur! And as learned as ever, always wishing to teach one something, always casting away pearls of knowledge. Well met, my ancient friend, after all these years. This is too much pleasure. Your hand, my brave one, for the sake of old times." The stranger extended a long, slender hand that closed about Jean’s fingers like a vice of steel; but Jean understood the trick of the thumb as well as he, and it was Pamphile’s hand that was the first to relax.