“My dear Charnot, can you guess what I’m thinking about?” “No, I haven’t the least idea.” “I think it is very queer.” “What is queer?” “To see a librarian begin his career with a blot of ink. For you can not deny that Fabien’s marriage and situation, and my return to the capital, are all due to that. It must have been sympathetic ink--eh?” “‘Felix culpa’, as you say, Monsieur Mouillard. There are some blunders that are lucky; but you can’t tell which they are, and that’s never any excuse for committing them.” I could hardly get hold of Lampron for a moment in the crowd he so dislikes. He was more uncouth and more devoted than ever. “Well, are you happy?” he said. “Quite.” “When you’re less happy, come and see me.” “We shall always be just as happy as we are now,” said Jeanne. And I think she is right. Lampron smiled. “Yes, I am quite happy, Sylvestre, and I owe my happiness to you, to her, and to others. I have done nothing myself to deserve happiness beyond letting myself drift on the current of life. Whenever I tried to row a stroke the boat nearly upset. Everything that others tried to do for me succeeded. I can’t get over it. Just think of it yourself. I owed my introduction to Jeanne to Monsieur Flamaran, who drove me to call on her father; his friend; you courted her for me by painting her portrait; Madame Plumet told her you had done so, and also removed the obstacle in my path. I met her in Italy, thanks entirely to you; and you clinched the proposal which had been begun by Flamaran. To crown all, the very situation I desired has been obtained for me by my father-in-law. What have I had to do? I have loved, sorrowed, and suffered, nothing more; and now I tremble at the thought that I owe my happiness to every one I know except myself.” “Cease to tremble, my friend; don’t be surprised at it, and don’t alter your system in the least. Your happiness is your due; what matter how God chooses to grant it? Suppose it is an income for life paid to you by your relatives, your friends, the world in general, and the natural order of things? Well, draw your dividends, and don’t bother about where they come from.”