'But the money-chest—do they still believe in it at the dunes?'
'As much as ever, Monseigneur.'
'And the treasure—has there ever been a treasure?'
'Monseigneur, I have sworn.'
'But for me,' said the Bishop.
'It is the priest at Blankenberghe, who has it in his keeping. He allowed me to see it. It is an old wooden chest with iron mountings.'
'And?'
'And at the bottom lie twenty bright Maria Theresa gold pieces.'
The Bishop smiled, but became grave at once.
'Is it right to compare such a wooden chest with God's providence?'