“Where?”
“To begin with, the postmaster of St. Menehould, Jean Baptiste Drouet by name. The fact is, I require a quantity of carpentry work done in my house, and you must undertake it.”
“I am not good enough workman for that, Monsieur Drouet.”
“But if I find you good enough?”
“Then I would not like to take your money.”
“Nonsense! I must get somebody to do it, so that is settled. Now, about the Latin. I will find you a teacher—Monsieur Fortin, the Curé of Islettes.”
“How will I pay him?”
“I don’t think that he would take your money.”
“But I take yours, Monsieur Drouet.”
“Ah, that is different. Government does not pay me to make wash-hand-stands, but it does pay Abbé Fortin to instruct his flock morally and intellectually.”