It seemed, however, a little while ago as if my tenure of this office would not be long, notwithstanding the services which I am acknowledged, on every hand, to have done to my fellow-townsmen.  It will be remembered that when M. le Cure and myself found Semur empty, we heard a voice of complaining from the hospital of St. Jean, and found a sick man who had been left there, and who grumbled against the Sisters, and accused them of neglecting him, but remained altogether unaware, in the meantime, of what had happened in the city.  Will it be believed that after a time this fellow was put faith in as a seer, who had heard and beheld many things of which we were all ignorant?  It must be said that, in the meantime, there had been a little excitement in the town on the subject of the chapel in the hospital, to which repeated reference has already been made.  It was insisted on behalf of these ladies that a promise had been given, taking, indeed, the form of a vow, that, as soon as we were again in possession of Semur, their full privileges should be restored to them.  Their advocates even went so far as to send to me a deputation of those who had been nursed in the hospital, the leader of which was Jacques Richard, who since he has been, as he says, ‘converted,’ thrusts himself to the front of every movement.

‘Permit me to speak, M. le Maire,’ he said; ’me, who was one of those so misguided as to complain, before the great lesson we have all received.  The mass did not disturb any sick person who was of right dispositions.  I was then a very bad subject, indeed—­as, alas!  M. le Maire too well knows.  It annoyed me only as all pious observances annoyed me.  I am now, thank heaven, of a very different way of thinking——­’

But I would not listen to the fellow.  When he was a mauvais sujet he was less abhorrent to me than now.

The men were aware that when I pronounced myself so distinctly on any subject, there was nothing more to be said, for, though gentle as a lamb and open to all reasonable arguments, I am capable of making the most obstinate stand for principle; and to yield to popular superstition, is that worthy of a man who has been instructed?  At the same time it raised a great anger in my mind that all that should be thought of was a thing so trivial.  That they should have given themselves, soul and body, for a little money; that they should have scoffed at all that was noble and generous, both in religion and in earthly things; all that was nothing to them.  And now they would insult the great God Himself by believing that all He cared for was a little mass in a convent chapel.  What desecration!  What debasement!  When I went to M. le Cure, he smiled at my vehemence.  There was pain in his smile, and it might be indignation; but he was not furious like me.

‘They will conquer you, my friend,’ he said.

‘Never,’ I cried.  ’Before I might have yielded.  But to tell me the gates of death have been rolled back, and Heaven revealed, and the great God stooped down from Heaven, in order that mass should be said according to the wishes of the community in the midst of the sick wards!  They will never make me believe this, if I were to die for it.’