"—The priest of Cucugnan.
"—Of…?
"—Of Cucugnan.
"—Ah!… Come in.
"I entered. A great, beautiful angel, with wings as dark as the night, a robe as radiant as the day, and a diamond key hanging at his waist, was scratching something into a great book even thicker than St.Peter's….
"—Well, what do you want; do you have a question? said the angel.
"—Dear angel of the Lord, I would like to know, I am dying to know, in fact, if you have the Cucugnanians here?
"—The?…
"—The Cucugnanians, the people from Cucugnan…. I am their prior.
"—Ah! Abbot Martin, is it?