full　of　misery。　The　vicar　was　not　a　man　to　get　up　without　a　fire。　He
  rang　to　let　Marianne　know　that　he　was　awake　and　that　she　must　come　to
  him；　then　he　remained；　as　his　habit　was；　absorbed　in　somnolent
  musings。　The　servant's　custom　was　to　make　the　fire　and　gently　draw　him
  from　his　half　sleep　by　the　murmured　sound　of　her　movements；a　sort　of
  music　which　he　loved。　Twenty　minutes　passed　and　Marianne　had　not
  appeared。　The　vicar；　now　half　a　canon；　was　about　to　ring　again；　when
  he　let　go　the　bell…pull；　hearing　a　man's　step　on　the　staircase。　In　a
  minute　more　the　Abbe　Troubert；　after　discreetly　knocking　at　the　door；
  obeyed　Birotteau's　invitation　and　entered　the　room。　This　visit；　which
  the　two　abbe's　usually　paid　each　other　once　a　month；　was　no　surprise
  to　the　vicar。　The　canon　at　once　exclaimed　when　he　saw　that　Marianne
  had　not　made　the　fire　of　his　quasi…colleague。　He　opened　the　window　and
  called　to　her　harshly；　telling　her　to　come　at　once　to　the　abbe；　then；
  turning　round　to　his　ecclesiastical　brother；　he　said；　〃If　Mademoiselle
  knew　that　you　had　no　fire　she　would　scold　Marianne。〃
  After　this　speech　he　inquired　about　Birotteau's　health；　and　asked　in　a
  gentle　voice　if　he　had　had　any　recent　news　that　gave　him　hopes　of　his
  canonry。　The　vicar　explained　the　steps　he　had　taken；　and　told；
  naively；　the　names　of　the　persons　with　whom　Madam　de　Listomere　was
  using　her　influence；　quite　unaware　that　Troubert　had　never　forgiven
  that　lady　for　not　admitting　himthe　Abbe　Troubert；　twice　proposed　by
  the　bishop　as　vicar…general！to　her　house。
  It　would　be　impossible　to　find　two　figures　which　presented　so　many
  contrasts　to　each　other　as　those　of　the　two　abbes。　Troubert；　tall　and
  lean；　was　yellow　and　bilious；　while　the　vicar　was　what　we　call；
  familiarly；　plump。　Birotteau's　face；　round　and　ruddy；　proclaimed　a
  kindly　nature　barren　of　ideas；　while　that　of　the　Abbe　Troubert；　long
  and　ploughed　by　many　wrinkles；　took　on　at　times　an　expression　of
  sarcasm；　or　else　of　contempt；　but　it　was　necessary　to　watch　him　very
  closely　before　those　sentiments　could　be　detected。　The　canon's
  habitual　condition　was　perfect　calmness；　and　his　eyelids　were　usually
  lowered　over　his　orange…colored　eyes；　which　could；　however；　give　clear
  and　piercing　glances　when　he　liked。　Reddish　hair　added　to　the　gloomy
  effect　of　this　countenance；　which　was　always　obscured　by　the　veil
  which　deep　meditation　drew　across　its　features。　Many　persons　at　first
  sight　thought　him　absorbed　in　high　and　earnest　ambitions；　but　those
  who　claimed　to　know　him　better　denied　that　impression；　insisting　that
  he　was　only　stupidly　dull　under　Mademoiselle　Gamard's　despotism；　or
  else　worn　out　by　too　much　fasting。　He　seldom　spoke；　and　never　laughed。
  When　it　did　so　happen　that　he　felt　agreeably　moved；　a　feeble　smile
  would　flicker　on　his　lips　and　lose　itself　in　the　wrinkles　of　his　face。
  Birotteau；　on　the　other　hand；　was　all　expansion；　all　frankness；　he
  loved　good　things　and　was　amused　by　trifles　with　the　simplicity　of　a
  man　who　knew　no　spite　or　malice。　The　Abbe　Troubert　roused；　at　first
  sight；　an　involuntary　feeling　of　fear；　while　the　vicar's　presence
  brought　a　kindly　smile　to　the　lips　of　all　who　looked　at　him。　When　the
  tall　canon　marched　with　solemn　step　through　the　naves　and　cloisters　of
  Saint…Gatien；　his　head　bowed；　his　eye　stern；　respect　followed　him；
  that　bent　face　was　in　harmony　with　the　yellowing　arches　of　the
  cathedral；　the　folds　of　his　cassock　fell　in　monumental　lines　that　were
  worthy　of　statuary。　The　good　vicar；　on　the　contrary；　perambulated
  about　with　no　gravity　at　all。　He　trotted　and　ambled　and　seemed　at
  times　to　roll　himself　along。　But　with　all　this　there　was　one　point　of
  resemblance　between　the　two　men。　For；　precisely　as　Troubert's
  ambitious　air；　which　made　him　feared；　had　contributed　probably　to　keep
  him　down　to　the　insignificant　position　of　a　mere　canon；　so　the
  character　and　ways　of　Birotteau　marked　him　out　as　perpetually　the
  vicar　of　the　cathedral　and　nothing　higher。
  Yet　the　Abbe　Troubert；　now　fifty　years　of　age；　had　entirely　removed；
  partly　by　the　circumspection　of　his　conduct　and　the　apparent　lack　of
  all　ambitions；　and　partly　by　his　saintly　life；　the　fears　which　his
  suspected　ability　and　his　powerful　presence　had　roused　in　the　minds　of
  his　superiors。　His　health　having　seriously　failed　him　during　the　last
  year；　it　seemed　probable　that　he　would　soon　be　raised　to　the　office　of
  vicar…general　of　the　archbishopric。　His　competitors　themselves　desired
  the　appointment；　so　that　their　own　plans　might　have　time　to　mature
  during　the　few　remaining　days　which　a　malady；　now　become　chronic；
  might　allow　him。　Far　from　offering　the　same　hopes　to　rivals；
  Birotteau's　triple　chin　showed　to　all　who　wanted　his　coveted　canonry
  an　evidence　of　the　soundest　health；　even　his　gout　seemed　to　them；　in
  accordance　with　the　proverb；　an　assurance　of　longevity。
  The　Abbe　Chapeloud；　a　man　of　great　good　sense；　whose　amiability　had
  made　the　leaders　of　the　diocese　and　the　members　of　the　best　society　in
  Tours　seek　his　company；　had　steadily　opposed；　though　secretly　and　with
  much　judgment；　the　elevation　of　the　Abbe　Troubert。　He　had　even
  adroitly　managed　to　prevent　his　access　to　the　salons　of　the　best
  society。　Nevertheless；　during　Chapeloud's　lifetime　Troubert　treated
  him　invariably　with　great　respect；　and　showed　him　on　all　occasions　the
  utmost　deference。　This　constant　submission　did　not；　however；　change
  the　opinion　of　the　late　canon；　who　said　to　Birotteau　during　the　last
  walk　they　took　together：　〃Distrust　that　lean　stick　of　a　Troubert；
  Sixtus　the　Fifth　reduced　to　the　limits　of　a　bishopric！〃
  Such　was　the　friend；　the　abiding　guest　of　Mademoiselle　Gamard；　who　now
  came；　the　morning　after　the　old　maid　had；　as　it　were；　declared　war
  against　the　poor　vicar；　to　pay　his　brother　a　visit　and　show　him　marks
  of　friendship。
  〃You　must　excuse　Marianne；〃　said　the　canon；　as　the　woman　entered。　〃I
  suppose　she　went　first　to　my　rooms。　They　are　very　damp；　and　I　coughed
  all　night。　You　are　most　healthily　situated　here；〃　he　added；　looking　up
  at　the　cornice。
  〃Yes；　I　am　lodged　like　a　canon；〃　replied　Birotteau。
  〃And　I　like　a　vicar；〃　said　the　other；　humbly。
  〃But　you　will　soon　be　settled　in　the　archbishop's　palace；〃　said　the
  kindly　vicar；　who　wanted　everybody　to　be　happy。
  〃Yes；　or　in　the　cemetery；　but　God's　will　be　done！〃　and　Troubert　raised
  his　eyes　to　heaven　resignedly。　〃I　came；〃　he　said；　〃to　ask　you　to　lend
  me　the　'Register　of　Bishops。'　You　are　the　only　man　in　Tours　I　know　who
  has　a　copy。〃
  〃Take　it　out　of　my　library；〃　replied　Birotteau；　reminded　by　the
  canon's　words　of　the　greatest　happiness　of　his　life。
  The　canon　passed　into　the　library　and　stayed　there　while　the　vicar
  dressed。　Presently　the　breakfast　bell　rang；　and　the　gouty　vicar
  reflected　that　if　it　had　not　been　for　Troubert's　visit　he　would　have
  had　no　fire　to　dress　by。　〃He's　a　kind　man；〃　thought　he。
  The　two　priests　went　downstairs　together；　each　armed　with　a　huge　folio
  which　they　laid　on　one　of　the　side　tables　in　the　dining…room。
  〃What's　all　that？〃　asked　Mademoiselle　Gamard；　in　a　sharp　voice；
  addressing　Birotteau。　〃I　hope　you　are　not　going　to　litter　up　my
  dining…room　with　your　old　books！〃
  〃They　are　books　I　wanted；〃　replied　the　Abbe　Troubert。　〃Monsieur
  Birotteau　has　been　kind　enough　to　lend　them　to　me。〃
  〃I　might　have　guessed　it；〃　she　said；　with　a　contemptuous　smile。
  〃Monsieur　Birotteau　doesn't　often　read　books　of　that　size。〃
  〃How　are　you；　mademoiselle？〃　said　the　vicar；　in　a　mellifluous　voice。
  〃Not　very　well；〃　she　replied；　shortly。　〃You　woke　me　up　last　night　out
  of　my　first　sleep；　and　I　was　wakeful　for　the　rest　of　the　night。〃　Then；
  sitting　down；　she　added；　〃Gentlemen；　the　milk　is　getting　cold。〃
  Stupefied　at　being　so　ill…naturedly　received　by　his　landlady；　from
  whom　he　half　expected　an　apology；　and　yet　alarmed；　like　all　timid
  people　at　the　prospect　of　a　discussion；　especially　if　it　relates　to
  themselves；　the　poor　vicar　took　his　seat　in　silence。　Then；　observing
  in　Mademoiselle　Gamard's　face　the　visible　signs　of　ill…humour；　he　was
  goaded　into　a　struggle　between　his　reason；　which　told　him　that　he
  ought　not　to　submit　to　such　discourtesy　from　a　landlady；　and　his
  natural　character；　which　prompted　him　to　avoid　a　quarrel。
  Torn　by　this　inward　misery；　Birotteau　fell　to　examining　attentively
  the　broad　green　lines　painted　on　the　oilcloth　which；　from　custom
  immemorial；　Mademoiselle　Gamard　left　on　the　table　at　breakfast…time；
  without　regard　to　the　ragged　edges　or　the　various　scars　displayed　on
  its　surface。　The　priests　sat　opposite　to　each　other　in　cane…seated
  arm…chairs　on　either　side　of　the　square　table；　the　head　of　which　was
  taken　by　the　landlady；　who　seemed　to　dominate　the　whole　from　a　high
  chair　raised　on　casters；　filled　with　cushions；　and　standing　very　near
  to　the　dining…room　stove。　This　room　and　the　salon　were　on　the　ground…
  floor　beneath　the　salon　and　bedroom　of　the　Abbe　B