“That is the secret of remaining in God,” replied Alain. “Have you studied our motto,--_Transire benefaciendo_? _Transire_ means to go beyond this world, leaving benefits on our way.” “Yes, I have understood it; I have put the motto of the order before my bed.” “That is well; it is a trifling action, but it counts for much in my eyes. And now I have your first affair, your first duel with misery, prepared for you; I’ll put your foot in the stirrup. We are about to part. Yes, I myself am detached from the convent, to live for a time in the crater of a volcano. I am to be a clerk in a great manufactory, where the workmen are infected with communistic doctrines, and dream of social destruction, the abolishment of masters,--not knowing that that would be the death of industry, of commerce, of manufactures. I shall stay there goodness knows how long,--perhaps a year,--keeping the books and paying the wages. This will give me an entrance into a hundred or a hundred and twenty homes of working-men, misled, no doubt, by poverty, even before the pamphlets of the day misled them. But you and I can see each other on Sundays and fete-days. We shall be in the same quarter; and if you come to the church of Saint-Jacques du Haut-Pas, you will find me there any day at half-past seven, when I hear mass. If you meet me elsewhere don’t recognize me, unless you see me rub my hands like a man who is pleased at something. That is one of our signs. We have a language of signs, like the deaf and dumb; you’ll soon find out the absolute necessity of it.” Godefroid made a gesture which the goodman Alain interpreted; for he laughed, and immediately went on to say:--