"You think me very inquisitive," said I.
"Not in the least," he answered; "I am very willing to satisfy you."
"Then let me ask you," I continued, "if you came hither for some great religious object."
"Alas! no, my son," he replied. "You give me credit for more zeal or more influence than I possess."
"Yet, surely, you had some motive for coming all this way on foot," said I, putting it half as a question, half as an established position.
"Oh, certainly," he replied, "I had a motive for my journey, and one that is all-sufficient to a native of Brittany. But it was not from any great religious or any great political motive; nor was it either to see my country, my family, or my friends."
"Then for what, in the name of heaven, did you come?" exclaimed I.
"Pour manger de la galette," replied the monk.
ENGLISH TRAVELLERS ON THE CONTINENT.
C[oe]lum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.--Horace.