To Master Ponocrates, he gave Roche-Clermaud.
To Gymnaste, Le Coudray.
To Eudemon, Montpensier.
And so on with the favorites.
"Ho! ho! my boy!" suddenly cried Father Grandgousier, tapping his big forehead with his mighty finger. "We have forgotten some one, and him our bravest, too!"
"Whom?"
"Why, our gallant Friar."
"Oh! as for Friar John, trust him to me, Father. I shall take care of him!"
"What wilt thou do, my boy?"
"What will I do? Why, I shall build for him a Monastery a hundred times more magnificent than those Convents at Bonnivet, Chambourg, and Chantilly, that are the boast of the world. Our Friar shall be the Abbot of Theleme and he will make a famous Abbot, too!"