grudge to good people, though in their case there is much insolence.
And if, Master Leonard, like myself, you should have been familiar
with respectable people, you would know that they are not a rap
better than the others, and are often of a less agreeable
companionship. I have been seated at the third table of the Bishop
of Seez and two attendants, both clad in black, were at my sides:
constraint and weariness."

"It must be acknowledged," said my mother, "that the servants of his
Grace had some queer names. Why did he not call them Champagne,
Olive or Frontin as is usual?"

The priest continued:

"It's true, certain persons get easily accustomed to the
inconveniences to be borne by living with the great. There was at
the second table of the bishop a very polite canon who kept on
ceremony till his last moment. When the news of his bodily decline
reached the bishop he went to his room and found him dying. 'Alas,'
said the canon, 'I beg your Grace's pardon to be obliged to die
before your eyes.' 'Do, do! Don't mind me,' said the bishop with the
utmost kindness."

At this moment my mother brought the roast and put it on the table
with a movement of homely gravity which caused my father some
emotion; with his mouth full he shouted:

"Barbe, you're a holy and worthy woman."

"Mistress," said my dear teacher, "is as a fact to be compared to