“True! ask M. Boutromet.”
“M. Boutromet?”
“Yes, he opened to you on your return. And you were so full of pride when you came in, that I said to you,—‘Fie, compère; pride does not become mortals, more especially monks.’”
“And of what was I proud?”
“Of the success your discourse had met with, and the compliments paid to you by the Duc de Guise and M. de Mayenne.”
“Now I understand all.”
“That is lucky. Then you confess you went to the assembly; what did you call it? Oh! the Holy Union.”
Gorenflot groaned. “I am a somnambulist,” he said.
“What does that mean?”
“It means, that with me mind is stronger than matter; so that while the body sleeps, the spirit wakes, and sometimes is so powerful that it forces the body to obey.”