[CHAPTER IV.]
CHEESEMAKING AT PONTARLIER.
And now, in order to give an idea of what took place at table, we cannot do better than transcribe a passage of a letter written by Mademoiselle Baptistine to Madame Boischevron, in which the conversation between the convict and the Bishop is recorded with simple minuteness.
"The man paid no attention to any one; he ate with frightful voracity, but after supper he said,—
"Monsieur le Curé, all this is much too good for me; but I am bound to say that the carriers who would not let me sup with them have better cheer than you."
"Between ourselves, this remark slightly offended me, but my brother answered,—
"They are harder worked than I am."
"No," the man continued, "they have more money. You are poor, as I can plainly see; perhaps you are not even curé. Ah, if Heaven were just you ought to be a curé."
"Heaven is more than just," said my brother. A moment after he added,—