As Chicot approached, he turned and said, "Are you M. Robert Briquet?"

"I am."

"Then I have a letter for you from the reverend prior."

Chicot took the letter, and read as follows:

"My dear friend, I have reflected since we parted; it is impossible
for me to let the lamb confided to me go among the wolves of the
world. I mean, you understand, our little Jacques, who has
fulfilled your message to the king. Instead of him, who is too
young, I send you a good and worthy brother of our order; his
manners are good, and his humor innocent, and I am sure you will
like him. I send you my benediction. Adieu, dear friend."

"What fine writing," said Chicot; "I will wager it is the treasurer's."

"It was Brother Borromée who wrote it," said the Goliath.

"In that case you will return to the priory, my friend."--"I?"

"Yes; and tell his reverence that I have changed my mind, and intend to
travel alone."

"What! you will not take me, monsieur?" said the man, with astonishment,
mixed with menace.

"No, my friend."