Abbes of the diocese who were not averse to good feeding were very
much at home at her house.

At a ceremonial dinner given in honor of I know not whose wedding, at
the beginning of September 1834, when the women were standing in a
circle round the drawing-room fire, and the men in groups by the
windows, every one exclaimed with pleasure at the entrance of Monsieur
l'Abbe de Grancey, who was announced.

"Well, and the lawsuit?" they all cried.

"Won!" replied the Vicar-General. "The verdict of the Court, from
which we had no hope, you know why----"

This was an allusion to the members of the First Court of Appeal of
1830; the Legitimists had almost all withdrawn.

"The verdict is in our favor on every point, and reverses the decision
of the Lower Court."

"Everybody thought you were done for."

"And we should have been, but for me. I told our advocate to be off to
Paris, and at the crucial moment I was able to secure a new pleader,
to whom we owe our victory, a wonderful man--"

"At Besancon?" said Monsieur de Watteville, guilelessly.

"At Besancon," replied the Abbe de Grancey.