ButwhenthevenerableecclesiasticbroughtoutthenamesofDavidSechardandEve，littlePostelgrewveryred，andLeonie，hiswife，feltitincumbentuponhertogivehimajealousglance——theglancethatawifeneverfailstogivewhensheisperfectlysureofherhusband，andgivesalookintothepastbywayofacautionforthefuture。
“Whathaveyonderfolkdonetoyou，uncle，thatyoushouldmixyourselfupintheiraffairs？“inquiredLeonie，withveryperceptibletartness。
“Theyareintrouble，mygirl。”saidthecure，andhetoldthePostelsaboutLucienattheCourtois’mill。
“Oh！sothatisthewayhecamebackfromParis，isit？“exclaimedPostel。“Yethehadsomebrains，poorfellow，andhewasambitious，too。Hewentouttolookforwool，andcomeshomeshorn。Butwhatdoeshewanthere？Hissisterisfrightfullypoor；forallthesegeniuses，DavidandLucienalike，knowverylittleaboutbusiness。TherewassometalkofhimattheTribunal，and，asjudge，Iwasobligedtosignthewarrantofexecution。Itwasapainfulduty。Idonotknowwhetherthesister’scircumstancesaresuchthatLuciencangotoher；butinanycasethelittleroomthatheusedtooccupyhereisatliberty，andIshallbepleasedtoofferittohim。”
“Thatisright，Postel。”saidthepriest；hebestowedakissontheinfantslumberinginLeonie’sarms，and，adjustinghiscockedhat，preparedtowalkoutoftheshop。