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Without
having
suspected
it
,
the
stern
abbé
Pirard
loved
this
seminary
,
peopled
as
it
was
by
his
enemies
,
but
to
which
for
the
past
fifteen
years
he
had
devoted
all
his
thoughts
.
M
.
de
la
Mole
’
s
letter
had
the
effect
on
him
of
the
visit
of
the
surgeon
come
to
perform
a
difficult
but
necessary
operation
.
His
dismissal
was
certain
.
He
made
an
appointment
with
the
steward
for
three
days
later
.
For
forty
-
eight
hours
he
was
in
a
fever
of
uncertainty
.
Finally
he
wrote
to
the
M
.
de
la
Mole
,
and
composed
for
my
Lord
the
Bishop
a
letter
,
a
masterpiece
of
ecclesiastical
style
,
although
it
was
a
little
long
;
it
would
have
been
difficult
to
have
found
more
unimpeachable
phrases
,
and
ones
breathing
a
more
sincere
respect
.
And
nevertheless
,
this
letter
,
intended
as
it
was
to
get
M
.
de
Frilair
into
trouble
with
his
patron
,
gave
utterance
to
all
the
serious
matters
of
complaint
,
and
even
descended
to
the
little
squalid
intrigues
which
,
having
been
endured
with
resignation
for
six
years
,
were
forcing
the
abbé
Pirard
to
leave
the
diocese
.
They
stole
his
firewood
,
they
poisoned
his
dog
,
etc
.
,
etc
.
Having
finished
this
letter
he
had
Julien
called
.
Like
all
the
other
seminarists
,
he
was
sleeping
at
eight
o
’
clock
in
the
evening
.
"
You
know
where
the
Bishop
’
s
Palace
is
,
"
he
said
to
him
in
good
classical
Latin
.
"
Take
this
letter
to
my
Lord
.
I
will
not
hide
from
you
that
I
am
sending
you
into
the
midst
of
the
wolves
.
Be
all
ears
and
eyes
.
Let
there
be
no
lies
in
your
answers
,
but
realise
that
the
man
questioning
you
will
possibly
experience
a
real
joy
in
being
able
to
hurt
you
.
I
am
very
pleased
,
my
child
,
at
being
able
to
give
you
this
experience
before
I
leave
you
,
for
I
do
not
hide
from
you
that
the
letter
which
you
are
bearing
is
my
resignation
.
"
Julien
stood
motionless
.
He
loved
the
abbé
Pirard
.
It
was
in
vain
that
prudence
said
to
him
,
"
After
this
honest
man
’
s
departure
the
Sacré
-
Cœur
party
will
disgrace
me
and
perhaps
expel
me
.
"
He
could
not
think
of
himself
.
He
was
embarrassed
by
a
phrase
which
he
was
trying
to
turn
in
a
polite
way
,
but
as
a
matter
of
fact
he
found
himself
without
the
brains
to
do
so
.
"
Well
,
my
friend
,
are
you
not
going
?
"
"
Is
it
because
they
say
,
monsieur
,
"
answered
Julian
timidly
,
"
that
you
have
put
nothing
on
one
side
during
your
long
administration
.
I
have
six
hundred
francs
.
"
