The Cure was amazed at this gift of the tailor, and delighted with the picture of himself—his vanity was as that of a child, without guile or worldliness. He was better pleased, however, to have the drawing of his friend by him, that vanity might not be too companionable. He thanked Charley with a beaming face, and then the two friends bowed and moved towards the door. Suddenly the Cure stopped.
“My dear Maurice,” said he, “we have forgotten the important thing.”
“Think of that—we two old babblers!” said the Seigneur. He nodded for the Cure to begin. “Monsieur,” said the Cure to Charley, “you maybe able to help us in a little difficulty. For a long time we have intended holding a great mission with a kind of religious drama like that performed at Ober-Ammergau, and called The Passion Play. You know of it, Monsieur?”
“Very well through reading, Monsieur.”
“Next Easter we propose having a Passion Play in pious imitation of the famous drama. We will hold it at the Indian reservation of Four Mountains, thus quickening our own souls and giving a good object-lesson of the great History to the Indians.”
The Cure paused rather anxiously, but Charley did not speak. His eyes were fixed inquiringly on the Cure, and he had a sudden suspicion that some devious means were forward to influence him. He dismissed the thought, however, for this Cure was simple as man ever was made, straightforward as the most heretical layman might demand.
The Cure, taking heart, again continued: “Now I possess an authentic description of the Ober-Ammergau drama, giving details of its presentation at different periods, and also a book of the play. But there is no one in the parish who reads German, and it occurred to the Seigneur and myself that, understanding French so well, by chance you may understand German also, and would, perhaps, translate the work for us.”
“I read German easily and speak it fairly,” Charley answered, relieved; “and you are welcome to my services.”
The Cure’s pale face flushed with pleasure. He took the little German book from his pocket, and handed it over.
“It is not so very long,” he said; “and we shall all be grateful.” Then an inspiration came to him; his eyes lighted.