"I think so; these stones are superb; the reliquary is ornamented with matchless rubies." "This reliquary was presented to our holy abbess; it contains a thumb of St. Loup, of the great St. Loup, and two teeth from his jaw." "Ricarik, after I shall have detached the rubies and melted the gold of the reliquary, what am I then to do with the thumb and teeth?" "The thumb and teeth?" "The bones of the blessed St. Loup that are inside." "Do with them what you like ... keep them as relics to prolong your old age." "I would then live at least two hundred years." "What are you examining with so much attention?" "I am examining the silver sous that you have just brought in. Some of them do not seem sound." "Some colonist must have cheated me.... This is the day they pay their rents and imposts. When these people pay in money you would think they were having their teeth extracted. It is unfortunately too late now to discover the cheats who paid with false sous. But you shall come along with me so that you may examine the pieces that are now to be paid in. Woe to the thief who should then try to pass false coin upon me! His skin will boil for it!" "I shall do as you order.... We shall lock these precious metals and stones in the iron chest, if you please, until I have time to start to work on them." While the Frank was examining the contents of the chest, the old goldsmith approached his young apprentices and said to them in a low voice: "Now, lads, so far I have always taken your side against our masters, palliating or hiding your faults, to spare you the punishments that you sometimes did deserve." "That is so, Father Bonaik." "In return, I demand of you that you treat that poor girl that stands trembling there, as if she were your own sister. I am to go out with the intendant, and shall be away, perhaps, for an hour. Promise me that you will be decorous and reserved in your talk before her." "Fear not, Father Bonaik; we shall say nothing that a nun may not hear." "That is not enough; certain nuns can hear everything; promise me you will say nothing that you would not say before your own mothers." "We promise you, Father Bonaik." This whispered conversation took place at the other end of the workshop, while Ricarik was taking an inventory of the contents of the iron chest. The old man then returned to Septimine and said to her also in a low voice: "My child, I shall leave you for a little while; but I have recommended those lads to treat you as a sister. Be at ease. You will hear nothing to hurt your ears." Septimine had hardly thanked the old jeweler with a look of gratitude, when the intendant closed the chest and said: "Have you heard any news of that runaway Eleuthere?" The old goldsmith made a sign to the young slaves, all of whom had raised their heads at the name of Eleuthere; but catching Father Bonaik's eyes, all resumed work without answering a word to the intendant's question, and without even seeming to hear him.