“Out of the convent?”
“No; in it. I am as good a Catholic as you, but your audacity frightened me.”
Gorenflot was puzzled. “Was I audacious?” asked he.
“More than that—rash.”
“Alas! you must pardon me, my father. I will endeavor to correct myself.”
“Yes; but meanwhile, I fear the consequences for you and for all of us. Had it passed among ourselves, it would have been nothing.”
“How, is it known to others?”
“Doubtless; you know well there were more than a hundred laymen listening to your discourse.”
“My discourse!” said Gorenflot, more and more astonished.
“I allow it was fine, and that the universal applause must have carried you on, but to propose to make a procession through the streets of Paris, with a helmet on your head and a partisan on your shoulder, appealing to all good Catholics, was rather too strong, you will allow.” Gorenflot looked bewildered.