"And he signed me a permit?"
"Here it is."
"Dear me, it is indeed his signature! Good! I would swear to it!"
"My friend, you are a sailor at heart."
"Give me my fifty louis and let me go."
"Here they are, but you shall not go."
"Why not?"
"Because I am authorised by the king to hand you fifty more at Havre, and you will not be so mean a Christian as to deprive your poor people—your children, the flock over which the Saviour has given you charge—of fifty beautiful golden louis!"
"Very well!" cried the Abbé Rémy, "then I will go to Havre! But it is only for their sakes I consent."
Then, stopping suddenly—