"To pay Father Pierre to say ten masses for his soul."

The way the Vidame received this surprised me. He broke into
boisterous laughter. "By our Lady, my friend," he cried with
rough merriment, "but you are a joker! You are indeed. Masses?
Why the man was a Protestant!"

And that startled me more than anything which had gone before;
more indeed than I can explain. For it seemed to prove that this
man, laughing his unholy laugh was not like other men. He did
not pick and choose his servants for their religion. He was sure
that the Huguenot would stone his fellow at his bidding; the
Catholic cry "Vive Coligny!" I was so completely taken aback
that I found no words to answer him, and it was Croisette who
said smartly, "Then how about his enthusiasm for the true faith,
M. le Vidame?"

"The true faith," he answered--"for my servants is my faith."
Then a thought seemed to strike him. "What is more." he
continued slowly, "that it is the true and only faith for all,
thousands will learn before the world is ten days older. Bear my
words in mind, boy! They will come back to you. And now hear
me," he went on in his usual tone, "I am anxious to accommodate a
neighbour. It goes without saying that I would not think of
putting you, M. Anne, to any trouble for the sake of that rascal
of mine. But my people will expect something. Let the plaguy
fellow who caused all this disturbance be given up to me, that I
may hang him; and let us cry quits."