Utterly distressed as Croisilles was, he possessed much religious feeling.  Although his despondency made him wish for death, he hesitated to take his life.  At the first words of this interview, he had taken hold of old Jean’s arm, and thus both returned to the town.  When they had entered the streets and the sea was no longer so near: 

“It seems to me, sir,” said Jean, “that a good man has a right to live and that a misfortune proves nothing.  Since your father has not killed himself, thank God, how can you think of dying?  Since there is no dishonor in his case, and all the town knows it is so, what would they think of you?  That you felt unable to endure poverty.  It would be neither brave nor Christian; for, at the very worst, what is there to frighten you?  There are plenty of people born poor, and who have never had either mother or father to help them on.  I know that we are not all alike, but, after all, nothing is impossible to God.  What would you do in such a case?  Your father was not born rich, far from it,—­meaning no offence—­and that is perhaps what consoles him now.  If you had been here, this last month, it would have given you courage.  Yes, sir, a man may be ruined, nobody is secure from bankruptcy; but your father, I make bold to say, has borne himself through it all like a man, though he did leave us so hastily.  But what could he do?  It is not every day that a vessel starts for America.  I accompanied him to the wharf, and if you had seen how sad he was!  How he charged me to take care of you; to send him news from you!—­Sir, it is a right poor idea you have, that throwing the helve after the hatchet.  Every one has his time of trial in this world, and I was a soldier before I was a servant.  I suffered severely at the time, but I was young; I was of your age, sir, and it seemed to me that Providence could not have spoken His last word to a young man of twenty-five.  Why do you wish to prevent the kind God from repairing the evil that has befallen you?  Give Him time, and all will come right.  If I might advise you, I would say, just wait two or three years, and I will answer for it, you will come out all right.  It is always easy to go out of this world.  Why will you seize an unlucky moment?”

While Jean was thus exerting himself to persuade his master, the latter walked in silence, and, as those who suffer often do, was looking this way and that as though seeking for something which might bind him to life.  As chance would have it, at this juncture, Mademoiselle Godeau, the daughter of the fermier-general, happened to pass with her governess.  The mansion in which she lived was not far distant; Croisilles saw her enter it.  This meeting produced on him more effect than all the reasonings in the world.  I have said that he was rather erratic, and nearly always yielded to the first impulse.  Without hesitating an instant, and without explanation, he suddenly left the arm of his old servant, and crossing the street, knocked at Monsieur Godeau’s door.