On his return nothing had happened to him; he was thought to be dead, but was perfectly well, and said, "This is the way I have been robbed!"
And then he opened a trunk full of jewels, all the jewels of the cathedral of Embrun, which the thieves had given him.
When he returned on that occasion, I could not refrain from scolding him a little, taking care, however, not to speak except when the carriage was making a noise, so that no one might hear me.
At first I used to say to myself, "There are no dangers which will stop him; he is terrible."
Now I have ended by getting used to it. I make a sign to Madam Magloire that she is not to oppose him. He risks himself as he sees fit.
I carry off Madam Magloire, I enter my chamber, I pray for him and fall asleep.
I am at ease, because I know that if anything were to happen to him, it would be the end of me.
I should go to the good God with my brother and my bishop.
It has cost Madam Magloire more trouble than it did me to accustom herself to what she terms his imprudences.
But now the habit has been acquired.
We pray together, we tremble together, and we fall asleep.
If the devil were to enter this house, he would be allowed to do so.
After all, what is there for us to fear in this house?
There is always some one with us who is stronger than we.
The devil may pass through it, but the good God dwells here.
This suffices me.
My brother has no longer any need of saying a word to me.
I understand him without his speaking, and we abandon ourselves to the care of Providence.
That is the way one has to do with a man who possesses grandeur of soul.
I have interrogated my brother with regard to the information which you desire on the subject of the Faux family.