“No, I have some business to attend to.” “Ali! Is it important business? Might I venture to ask what it is? If I can be of any service to you, you may command me.” The priest seemed embarrassed. He murmured: “Oh, it is a little personal matter; a little difficulty with--with my bishop. It would not interest you. It is a matter of internal regulation--an ecclesiastical affair.” M. Marin was eager. “But it is precisely the state council that regulates all those things. In that case, make use of me.” “Yes, monsieur, it is to the council that I am going. You are a thousand times too kind. I have to see M. Lerepere and M. Savon and also perhaps M. Petitpas.” M. Marin stopped short. “Why, those are my friends, Monsieur l'Abbe, my best friends, excellent colleagues, charming men. I will speak to them about you, and very highly. Count upon me.” The cure thanked him, apologizing for troubling him, and stammered out a thousand grateful promises. M. Marin was enchanted. “Ah, you may be proud of having made a stroke of luck, Monsieur l'Abbe. You will see--you will see that, thanks to me, your affair will go along swimmingly.” They reached the council hall. M. Marin took the priest into his office, offered him a chair in front of the fire and sat down himself at his desk and began to write. “My dear colleague, allow me to recommend to you most highly a venerable and particularly worthy and deserving priest, M. L'Abbe----” He stopped and asked: “Your name, if you please?” “L'Abbe Ceinture.” “M. l'Abbe Ceinture, who needs your good office in a little matter which he will communicate to you. “I am pleased at this incident which gives me an opportunity, my dear colleague----” And he finished with the usual compliments. When he had written the three letters he handed them to his protege, who took his departure with many protestations of gratitude. M. Marin attended to some business and then went home, passed the day quietly, slept well, woke in a good humor and sent for his newspapers. The first he opened was a radical sheet. He read: “OUR CLERGY AND OUR GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS “We shall never make an end of enumerating the misdeeds of the clergy. A certain priest, named Ceinture, convicted of conspiracy against the present government, accused of base actions to which we will not even allude, suspected besides of being a former Jesuit, metamorphosed into a simple priest, suspended by a bishop for causes that are said to be unmentionable and summoned to Paris to give an explanation of his conduct, has found an ardent defender in the man named Marin, a councillor of state, who was not afraid to give this frocked malefactor the warmest letters of recommendation to all the republican officials, his colleagues. “We call the attention of the ministry to the unheard of attitude of this councillor of state----” M. Marin bounded out of bed, dressed himself and hastened to his colleague, Petitpas, who said to him: