treasure　in　heaven　which　avarice　lays　up　on　earth。　The　Abbe　Chaperon
  argued　with　his　servant　over　expenses　even　more　sharply　than　Gobseck
  with　hisif　indeed　that　famous　Jew　kept　a　servant　at　all。　The　good
  priest　often　sold　the　buckles　off　his　shoes　and　his　breeches　to　give
  their　value　to　some　poor　person　who　appealed　to　him　at　a　moment　when
  he　had　not　a　penny。　When　he　was　seen　coming　out　of　church　with　the
  straps　of　his　breeches　tied　into　the　button…holes；　devout　women　would
  redeem　the　buckles　from　the　clock…maker　and　jeweler　of　the　town　and
  return　them　to　their　pastor　with　a　lecture。　He　never　bought　himself
  any　clothes　or　linen；　and　wore　his　garments　till　they　scarcely　held
  together。　His　linen；　thick　with　darns；　rubbed　his　skin　like　a　hair
  shirt。　Madame　de　Portenduere；　and　other　good　souls；　had　an　agreement
  with　his　housekeeper　to　replace　the　old　clothes　with　new　ones　after　he
  went　to　sleep；　and　the　abbe　did　not　always　find　out　the　difference。　He
  ate　his　food　off　pewter　with　iron　forks　and　spoons。　When　he　received
  his　assistants　and　sub…curates　on　days　of　high　solemnity　（an　expense
  obligatory　on　the　heads　of　parishes）　he　borrowed　linen　and　silver　from
  his　friend　the　atheist。
  〃My　silver　is　his　salvation；〃　the　doctor　would　say。
  These　noble　deeds；　always　accompanied　by　spiritual　encouragement；　were
  done　with　a　beautiful　naivete。　Such　a　life　was　all　the　more
  meritorious　because　the　abbe　was　possessed　of　an　erudition　that　was
  vast　and　varied；　and　of　great　and　precious　faculties。　Delicacy　and
  grace；　the　inseparable　accompaniments　of　simplicity；　lent　charm　to　an
  elocution　that　was　worthy　of　a　prelate。　His　manners；　his　character；
  and　his　habits　gave　to　his　intercourse　with　others　the　most　exquisite
  savor　of　all　that　is　most　spiritual；　most　sincere　in　the　human　mind。　A
  lover　of　gayety；　he　was　never　priest　in　a　salon。　Until　Doctor
  Minoret's　arrival；　the　good　man　kept　his　light　under　a　bushel　without
  regret。　Owning　a　rather　fine　library　and　an　income　of　two　thousand
  francs　when　he　came　to　Nemours；　he　now　possessed；　in　1829；　nothing　at
  all；　except　his　stipend　as　parish　priest；　nearly　the　whole　of　which　he
  gave　away　during　the　year。　The　giver　of　excellent　counsel　in　delicate
  matters　or　in　great　misfortunes；　many　persons　who　never　went　to　church
  to　obtain　consolation　went　to　the　parsonage　to　get　advice。　One　little
  anecdote　will　suffice　to　complete　his　portrait。　Sometimes　the
  peasants；rarely；　it　is　true；　but　occasionally；unprincipled　men；
  would　tell　him　they　were　sued　for　debt；　or　would　get　themselves
  threatened　fictitiously　to　stimulate　the　abbe's　benevolence。　They
  would　even　deceive　their　wives；　who；　believing　their　chattels　were
  threatened　with　an　execution　and　their　cows　seized；　deceived　in　their
  turn　the　poor　priest　with　their　innocent　tears。　He　would　then　manage
  with　great　difficulty　to　provide　the　seven　or　eight　hundred　francs
  demanded　of　himwith　which　the　peasant　bought　himself　a　morsel　of
  land。　When　pious　persons　and　vestrymen　denounced　the　fraud；　begging
  the　abbe　to　consult　them　in　future　before　lending　himself　to　such
  cupidity；　he　would　say：
  〃But　suppose　they　had　done　something　wrong　to　obtain　their　bit　of
  land？　Isn't　it　doing　good　when　we　prevent　evil？〃
  Some　persons　may　wish　for　a　sketch　of　this　figure；　remarkable　for　the
  fact　that　science　and　literature　had　filled　the　heart　and　passed
  through　the　strong　head　without　corrupting　either。　At　sixty　years　of
  age　the　abbe's　hair　was　white　as　snow；　so　keenly　did　he　feel　the
  sorrows　of　others；　and　so　heavily　had　the　events　of　the　Revolution
  weighed　upon　him。　Twice　incarcerated　for　refusing　to　take　the　oath　he
  had　twice；　as　he　used　to　say；　uttered　in　〃In　manus。〃　He　was　of　medium
  height；　neither　stout　nor　thin。　His　face；　much　wrinkled　and　hollowed
  and　quite　colorless；　attracted　immediate　attention　by　the　absolute
  tranquillity　expressed　in　its　shape；　and　by　the　purity　of　its　outline；
  which　seemed　to　be　edged　with　light。　The　face　of　a　chaste　man　has　an
  unspeakable　radiance。　Brown　eyes　with　lively　pupils　brightened　the
  irregular　features；　which　were　surmounted　by　a　broad　forehead。　His
  glance　wielded　a　power　which　came　of　a　gentleness　that　was　not　devoid
  of　strength。　The　arches　of　his　brow　formed　caverns　shaded　by　huge　gray
  eyebrows　which　alarmed　no　one。　As　most　of　his　teeth　were　gone　his
  mouth　had　lost　its　shape　and　his　cheeks　had　fallen　in；　but　this
  physical　destruction　was　not　without　charm；　even　the　wrinkles；　full　of
  pleasantness；　seemed　to　smile　on　others。　Without　being　gouty　his　feet
  were　tender；　and　he　walked　with　so　much　difficulty　that　he　wore　shoes
  made　of　calf's　skin　all　the　year　round。　He　thought　the　fashion　of
  trousers　unsuitable　for　priests；　and　he　always　appeared　in　stockings
  of　coarse　black　yarn；　knit　by　his　housekeeper；　and　cloth　breeches。　He
  never　went　out　in　his　cassock；　but　wore　a　brown　overcoat；　and　still
  retained　the　three…cornered　hat　he　had　worn　so　courageously　in　times
  of　danger。　This　noble　and　beautiful　old　man；　whose　face　was　glorified
  by　the　serenity　of　a　soul　above　reproach；　will　be　found　to　have　so
  great　an　influence　upon　the　men　and　things　of　this　history；　that　it
  was　proper　to　show　the　sources　of　his　authority　and　power。
  Minoret　took　three　newspapers；one　liberal；　one　ministerial；　one
  ultra；a　few　periodicals；　and　certain　scientific　journals；　the
  accumulation　of　which　swelled　his　library。　The　newspapers；
  encyclopaedias；　and　books　were　an　attraction　to　a　retired　captain　of
  the　Royal…Swedish　regiment；　named　Monsieur　de　Jordy；　a　Voltairean
  nobleman　and　an　old　bachelor；　who　lived　on　sixteen　hundred　francs　of
  pension　and　annuity　combined。　Having　read　the　gazettes　for　several
  days；　by　favor　of　the　abbe；　Monsieur　de　Jordy　thought　it　proper　to
  call　and　thank　the　doctor　in　person。　At　this　first　visit　the　old
  captain；　formerly　a　professor　at　the　Military　Academy；　won　the
  doctor's　heart；　who　returned　the　call　with　alacrity。　Monsieur　de
  Jordy；　a　spare　little　man　much　troubled　by　his　blood；　though　his　face
  was　very　pale；　attracted　attention　by　the　resemblance　of　his　handsome
  brow　to　that　of　Charles　XII。；　above　it　he　kept　his　hair　cropped　short；
  like　that　of　the　soldier…king。　His　blue　eyes　seemed　to　say　that　〃Love
  had　passed　that　way；〃　so　mournful　were　they；　revealing　memories　about
  which　he　kept　such　utter　silence　that　his　old　friends　never　detected
  even　an　allusion　to　his　past　life；　nor　a　single　exclamation　drawn
  forth　by　similarity　of　circumstances。　He　hid　the　painful　mystery　of
  his　past　beneath　a　philosophic　gayety；　but　when　he　thought　himself
  alone　his　motions；　stiffened　by　a　slowness　which　was　more　a　matter　of
  choice　than　the　result　of　old　age；　betrayed　the　constant　presence　of
  distressful　thoughts。　The　Abbe　Chaperon　called　him　a　Christian
  ignorant　of　his　Christianity。　Dressed　always　in　blue　cloth；　his　rather
  rigid　demeanor　and　his　clothes　bespoke　the　old　habits　of　military
  discipline。　His　sweet　and　harmonious　voice　stirred　the　soul。　His
  beautiful　hands　and　the　general　cut　of　his　figure；　recalling　that　of
  the　Comte　d'Artois；　showed　how　charming　he　must　have　been　in　his
  youth；　and　made　the　mystery　of　his　life　still　more　mysterious。　An
  observer　asked　involuntarily　what　misfortune　had　blighted　such　beauty；
  courage；　grace；　accomplishment；　and　all　the　precious　qualities　of　the
  heart　once　united　in　his　person。　Monsieur　de　Jordy　shuddered　if
  Robespierre's　name　were　uttered　before　him。　He　took　much　snuff；　but；
  strange　to　say；　he　gave　up　the　habit　to　please　little　Ursula；　who　at
  first　showed　a　dislike　to　him　on　that　account。　As　soon　as　he　saw　the
  little　girl　the　captain　fastened　his　eyes　upon　her　with　a　look　that
  was　almost　passionate。　He　loved　her　play　so　extravagantly　and　took
  such　interest　in　all　she　did　that　the　tie　between　himself　and　the
  doctor　grew　closer　every　day；　though　the　latter　never　dared　to　say　to
  him；　〃You；　too；　have　you　lost　children？〃　There　are　beings；　kind　and
  patient　as　old　Jordy；　who　pass　through　life　with　a　bitter　thought　in
  their　heart　and　a　tender　but　sorrowful　smile　on　their　lips；　carrying
  with　them　to　the　grave　the　secret　of　their　lives；　letting　no　one　guess
  it；through　pride；　through　disdain；　possibly　through　revenge；
  confiding　in　none　but　God；　without　other　consolation　than　his。
  Monsieur　de　Jordy；　like　the　doctor；　had　come　to　die　in　Nemours；　but　he
  knew　no　one　except　the　abbe；　who　was　always　at　the　beck　and　call　of
  his　parishioners；　and　Madame　de　Portenduere；　who　went　to　bed　at　nine
  o'clock。　So；　much　against　his　will；　he　too　had　taken　to　going　to　bed
  early；　in　spite　of　the　thorns　that　beset　his　pillow。　It　was　therefore
  a　great　piece　of　good　fortune　for　him　（as　well　as　for　the　doctor）　when
  he　encountered　a　man　who　had　known　the　same　world　and　spoken　the　same
  language　as　himself；　with　whom　he　could　exchange　ideas；　and　who　went
  to　bed　late。　After　Monsieur　de　Jordy；　the　Abbe　Chaperon；　and　Minoret
  had　passed　one　evening　together　they　found　so　much　pleasure