within　her　walls？　Did　Saint　Vincent　de　Paul　need　the　spur　of　remorse
  or　wounded　vanity　to　make　him　devote　himself　to　outcast　children？〃
  〃You　close　my　mouth；　for　if　ever　a　soul　resembled　that　of　the
  Christian　hero；　it　is　yours；〃　said　Godefroid。
  In　spite　of　the　hardness　which　age　had　given　to　the　wrinkled　yellow
  skin　of　his　face；　the　old　man　blushed；　for　he　seemed　to　have　provoked
  that　comparison；　though　any　one　who　knew　his　modesty　would　have　been
  certain　he　never　dreamed　of　it。　Godefroid　was　aware　by　this　time　that
  Madame　de　la　Chanterie's　inmates　had　no　taste　for　that　sort　of
  incense。　Nevertheless；　the　extreme　simplicity　of　the　good　old　soul　was
  more　disturbed　by　this　idea　than　a　young　girl　would　have　been　by　an
  improper　thought。
  〃Though　I　am　very　far　indeed　from　Saint　Vincent　de　Paul　morally；〃　said
  Monsieur　Alain；　〃I　think　I　do　resemble　him　physically。〃
  Godefroid　was　about　to　speak；　but　was　stopped　by　a　gesture　of　the　old
  man；　whose　nose；　it　must　be　owned；　had　the　tuberous　appearance　of　that
  of　the　Saint；　and　whose　face；　a　good　deal　like　that　of　an　old　vine…
  dresser；　was　an　exact　duplicate　of　the　broad；　common　face　of　the
  founder　of　Foundling　hospitals。
  〃As　for　me；　you　are　right　enough；〃　he　went　on；　〃my　vocation　for　our
  work　was　brought　about　by　repentance；　as　the　result　of　afolly。〃
  〃A　folly；you！〃　Godefroid　exclaimed　softly；　the　word　entirely　putting
  out　of　his　head　what　he　meant　to　say。
  〃Ah！　dear　me；　what　I　am　going　to　tell　you　will　seem；　I　dare　say；　a
  trifle　to　you；a　mere　bit　of　nonsense；　but　before　the　tribunal　of
  conscience　it　was　another　thing。　If　you　persist　in　wishing　to　share
  our　work　after　hearing　what　I　shall　tell　you；　you　will　understand　that
  the　power　of　a　sentiment　is　according　to　the　nature　of　souls；　and　that
  a　matter　which　would　not　in　the　least　trouble　a　strong　mind　may　very
  well　torment　the　conscience　of　a　weak　Christian。〃
  After　a　preface　of　this　kind；　the　curiosity　of　the　disciple　of　course
  knew　no　bounds。　What　could　be　the　crime　of　the　worthy　soul　whom　Madame
  de　la　Chanterie　called　her　/paschal　lamb/？　The　thought　crossed
  Godefroid's　mind　that　a　book　might　be　written　on　it；　called　〃The　Sins
  of　a　Sheep。〃　Sheep　are　sometimes　quite　ferocious　towards　grass　and
  flowers。　One　of　the　tenderest　republicans　of　those　days　was　heard　to
  assert　that　the　best　of　human　beings　was　cruel　to　something。　But　the
  kindly　Alain！he；　who　like　my　uncle　Toby；　wouldn't　crush　a　gnat　till
  it　had　stung　him　twenty　times；that　sweet　soul　to　have　been　tortured
  by　repentance！
  This　reflection　in　Godefroid's　mind　filled　the　pause　made　by　the　old
  man　after　saying；　〃Now　listen　to　me！〃a　pause　he　filled　himself　by
  pushing　his　cushion　under　Godefroid's　feet　to　share　it　with　him。
  〃I　was　then　about　thirty　years　of　age；〃　he　said。　〃It　was　the　year　'98；
  if　I　remember　right；a　period　when　young　men　were　forced　to　have　the
  experience　of　men　of　sixty。　One　morning；　a　little　before　my　breakfast
  hour；　which　was　nine　o'clock；　my　old　housekeeper　ushered　in　one　of　the
  few　friends　remaining　to　me　after　the　Revolution。　My　first　word　was　to
  ask　him　to　breakfast。　My　friendhis　name　was　Mongenod；　a　fellow　about
  twenty…eight　years　of　ageaccepted；　but　he　did　so　in　an　awkward
  manner。　I　had　not　seen　him　since　1793！〃
  〃Mongenod！〃　cried　Godefroid；　〃why；　that　is〃
  〃If　you　want　to　know　the　end　before　the　beginning；　how　am　I　to　tell
  you　my　history？〃　said　the　old　man；　smiling。
  Godefroid　made　a　sign　which　promised　absolute　silence。
  〃When　Mongenod　sat　down；〃　continued　Monsieur　Alain；　〃I　noticed　that
  his　shoes　were　worn　out。　His　stockings　had　been　washed　so　often　that
  it　was　difficult　to　say　if　they　were　silk　or　not。　His　breeches；　of
  apricot…colored　cassimere；　were　so　old　that　the　color　had　disappeared
  in　spots；　and　the　buckles；　instead　of　being　of　steel；　seemed　to　me　to
  be　made　of　common　iron。　His　white；　flowered　waistcoat；　now　yellow　from
  long　wearing；　also　his　shirt；　the　frill　of　which　was　frayed；　betrayed
  a　horrible　yet　decent　poverty。　A　mere　glance　at　his　coat　was　enough　to
  convince　me　that　my　friend　had　fallen　into　dire　distress。　That　coat
  was　nut…brown　in　color；　threadbare　at　the　seams；　carefully　brushed；
  though　the　collar　was　greasy　from　pomade　or　powder；　and　had　the　white
  metal　buttons　now　copper…colored。　The　whole　was　so　shabby　that　I　tried
  not　to　look　at　it。　The　hatan　opera　hat　of　a　kind　we　then　carried
  under　the　arm；　and　not　on　the　headhad　seen　many　governments。
  Nevertheless；　my　poor　friend　must　have　spent　a　few　sous　at　the
  barber's；　for　he　was　neatly　shaved；　and　his　hair；　gathered　behind　his
  head　with　a　comb　and　powdered　carefully；　smelt　of　pomade。　I　saw　two
  chains　hanging　down　on　his　breeches；two　rusty　steel　chains；but　no
  appearance　of　a　watch　in　his　pocket。　I　tell　you　all　these　details；　as
  they　come　to　me；〃　said　Monsieur　Alain；　〃I　seldom　think　of　this　matter
  now；　but　when　I　do；　all　the　particulars　come　vividly　before　me。〃
  He　paused　a　moment　and　then　resumed：
  〃It　was　winter；　and　Mongenod　evidently　had　no　cloak；　for　I　noticed
  that　several　lumps　of　snow；　which　must　have　dropped　from　the　roofs　as
  he　walked　along；　were　sticking　to　the　collar　of　his　coat。　When　he　took
  off　his　rabbit…skin　gloves；　and　I　saw　his　right　hand；　I　noticed　the
  signs　of　labor；　and　toilsome　labor；　too。　Now　his　father；　the　advocate
  of　the　Grand　Council；　had　left　him　some　property；about　five　or　six
  thousand　francs　a　year。　I　saw　at　once　that　he　had　come　to　me　to　borrow
  money。　I　had；　in　a　secret　hiding…place；　two　hundred　louis　d'or；an
  enormous　hoard　at　that　time；　for　they　were　worth　I　couldn't　now　tell
  you　how　many　hundred　thousand　francs　in　assignats。　Mongenod　and　I　had
  studied　at　the　same　collage；that　of　Grassins；and　we　had　met　again
  in　the　same　law…office；that　of　Bordin；a　truly　honest　man。　When　you
  have　spent　your　boyhood　and　played　your　youthful　pranks　with　the　same
  comrade；　the　sympathy　between　you　and　him　has　something　sacred　about
  it；　his　voice；　his　glance；　stir　certain　chords　in　your　heart　which
  only　vibrate　under　the　memories　that　he　brings　back。　Even　if　you　have
  had　cause　of　complaint　against　such　a　comrade；　the　rights　of　the
  friendship　between　you　can　never　be　effaced。　But　there　had　never　been
  the　slightest　jar　between　us　two。　At　the　death　of　his　father；　in　1787；
  Mongenod　was　left　richer　than　I。　Though　I　had　never　borrowed　money
  from　him；　I　owed　him　pleasures　which　my　father's　economy　denied　me。
  Without　my　generous　comrade　I　should　never　had　seen　the　first
  representation　of　the　'Marriage　of　Figaro。'　Mongenod　was　what　was
  called　in　those　days　a　charming　cavalier；　he　was　very　gallant。
  Sometimes　I　blamed　him　for　his　facile　way　of　making　intimacies　and　his
  too　great　amiability。　His　purse　opened　freely；　he　lived　in　a　free…
  handed　way；　he　would　serve　a　man　as　second　having　only　seen　him　twice。
  Good　God！　how　you　send　me　back　to　the　days　and　the　ways　of　my　youth！〃
  said　the　worthy　man；　with　his　cheery　smile。
  〃Are　you　sorry？〃　said　Godefroid。
  〃Oh；　no！　and　you　can　judge　by　the　minuteness　with　which　I　am　telling
  you　all　this　how　great　a　place　this　event　has　held　in　my　life。
  〃Mongenod；　endowed　with　an　excellent　heart　and　fine　courage；　a　trifle
  Voltairean；　was　inclined　to　play　the　nobleman；〃　went　on　Monsieur
  Alain。　〃His　education　at　Grassins；　where　there　were　many　young　nobles；
  and　his　various　gallantries；　had　given　him　the　polished　manners　and
  ways　of　people　of　condition；　who　were　then　called　aristocrats。　You　can
  therefore　imagine　how　great　was　my　surprise　to　see　such　symptoms　of
  poverty　in　the　young　and　elegant　Mongenod　of　1787　when　my　eyes　left
  his　face　and　rested　on　his　garments。　But　as；　at　that　unhappy　period　of
  our　history；　some　persons　assumed　a　shabby　exterior　for　safety；　and　as
  he　might　have　had　some　other　and　sufficient　reasons　for　disguising
  himself；　I　awaited　an　explanation；　although　I　opened　the　way　to　it。
  'What　a　plight　you　are　in；　my　dear　Mongenod！'　I　said；　accepting　the
  pinch　of　snuff　he　offered　me　from　a　copper　and　zinc　snuff…box。　'Sad
  indeed！'　he　answered；　'I　have　but　one　friend　left；　and　that　is　you。　I
  have　done　all　I　could　to　avoid　appealing　to　you；　but　I　must　ask　you
  for　a　hundred　louis。　The　sum　is　large；　I　know；'　he　went　on；　seeing　my
  surprise；　'but　if　you　gave　me　fifty　I　should　be　unable　ever　to　return
  them；　whereas　with　one　hundred　I　can　seek　my　fortune　in　better　ways；
  despair　will　inspire　me　to　find　them。'　'Then　you　have　nothing？'　I
  exclaimed。　'I　have；'　he　said；　brushing　away　a　tear；　'five　sous　left　of
  my　last　piece　of　money。　To　come　here　to　you　I　have　had　my　boots
  blacked　and　my　face　shaved。　I　possess　what　I　have　on　my　back。　But；'　he
  added；　with　a　gesture；　'I　owe　my　landlady　a　thousand　francs　in
  assignats；　and　the　man　I　buy　cold　victuals　from　refused　me　credit
  yesterday。　I　am　absolutely　without　resources。'　'What　do　you　think　of
  doing？'　'Enlisting　as　a　soldier　if　you　cannot　help　me。'　'You！　a
  soldier；　Mongenod？'　'I　will　get　myself　killed；　or　I　will　be　General
  Mongenod。'　'Well；'　I　said；　much　moved；　'eat　your　breakfast　in　peace；　I
  have　a　hundred　louis。'
  〃At　that　point；〃　said　the　goodman；　interrupting　himself　and　looking　at
  Godefroid　with　a　shrewd　air；　〃I　thought　it　best　to　tell　him　a　bit　of　a
  fib。〃
  〃'That　is　all　I　possess