\"Oh!Iknow，\"repliedtheAbbe。\"Youwrote\'/Ambitionforlove\'ssake/!\'——Ah!myson，itwasloveindespairthatmademeapriestin1786，attheageoftwo-and-twenty。In1788Iwasinchargeofaparish。Iknowlife——Ihaverefusedthreebishopricsalready；ImeantodieatBesancon。\"
\"Comeandseeher!\"criedSavarus，seizingacandle，andleadingtheAbbeintothehandsomeroomwherehungtheportraitoftheDuchessed\'Argaiolo，whichhelightedup。
\"Sheisoneofthosewomenwhoareborntoreign!\"saidtheVicar-
General，understandinghowgreatanaffectionAlbertshowedhimbythismarkofconfidence。\"Butthereisprideonthatbrow；itisimplacable；shewouldneverforgiveaninsult!ItistheArchangelMichael，theangelofExecution，theinexorableangel——\'Allornothing\'isthemottoofthistypeofangel。Thereissomethingdivinelypitilessinthathead。\"
\"Youhaveguessedwell，\"criedSavarus。\"But，mydearAbbe，formorethantwelveyearsnowshehadreignedovermylife，andIhavenotathoughtforwhichtoblamemyself——\"