"There was a meeting at the mission to-day, M. l'abbe, and a very stormy meeting it was. You cannot conceive what a blind spirit of rebellion those miserable creatures display. Ah, how much suffering is needed to make these coarse natures understand how essential to their salvation is the poverty in which they are now living! But no, instead of being content with a chance of salvation, instead of living with their gaze directed heavenward, they persist in keeping their eyes on their earthly surroundings, in comparing their condition with that of more favoured mortals, and in prating of their right to employment and to happiness. To happiness! What heresy! It is truly disheartening!" The abbe listened to Celestin's tirade with a half smile, thinking the while of the pleasant surprise he had in store for his visitor. "And what do you suppose has been going on while you were talking wisdom to those miserable wretches down there, my dear Celestin?" asked the abbe. "I have been talking to Mlle. de la Rochaigue about you. Another subject of conversation, too, was the arrival of the little Beaumesnil." "What!" exclaimed M. de Macreuse, colouring with surprise and delight, "do you mean to say that Mlle. de Beaumesnil--" "Returned to Paris last evening." "And Mlle. de la Rochaigue?" "Is still of the same mind in regard to you,--ready to do anything, in fact, to prevent this immense fortune from falling into evil hands. I saw the dear lady this morning; we have decided upon our course of action, and it will be no fault of ours if you do not marry Mlle. de Beaumesnil." "Ah, if that glorious dream is ever realised it will be to you that I shall owe this immense, this incalculable fortune!" exclaimed M. de Macreuse, seizing the abbe's hands and pressing them fervently. "It is thus that pious young men who are living examples of all the Christian virtues are rewarded in this day and generation," answered the abbe, jovially. "And such a fortune! Such a golden future! Is it not enough to dazzle any one?" cried Celestin, with an expression of intense cupidity on his face. "How ardently the dear boy loves money," said the abbe, with a paternal air, pinching Celestin's plump cheek as he spoke. "Well, we must do our very best to secure it for him, then. Unfortunately, I could not persuade that hard-headed Madame de Beaumesnil to make a will designating you as her daughter's future husband. If she had done that we should not have had the slightest trouble. Armed with this request of a dying mother, Mlle. de la Rochaigue and I could have appealed to the girl, who would have consented to anything out of respect for her mother's memory. It would have been a fine thing; besides, there could have been no opposition then, you see, but of course that is not to be thought of now." "And why is it not to be thought of?" asked M. de Macreuse, with some hesitation, but looking the abbe straight in the eye.