"Well, Christophe?" said Babette.
"You are talking without the Queen," replied the young lawyer.
Some days after this bitter mortification, an apprentice brought this brief note to Christophe:
"Chaudieu wishes to see his son."
"Bring him in," said Christophe.
"O my saint and martyr!" cried the preacher, embracing the young man, "have you got over your sufferings?"
"Yes, thanks to Paré."
"Thanks to God, who gave you strength to endure them! But what is this I hear? You have passed as a pleader, you have taken the oath of fidelity, you have confessed the Whore, the Catholic, Apostolic, Romish Church."
"My father insisted."
"But are we not to leave father and mother and children and wife for the sacred cause of Calvinism, and to suffer all things?—Oh, Christophe, Calvin, the great Calvin, the whole party, the whole world, the future counts on your courage and your greatness of soul! We want your life."