Part 32 (1/2)

”Ah! M. Nicolas,” said Chicot, ”tu quoque, that is good. It will be odd if I let you slip this time!”

Then the short man came out, paid the bill, and, followed by the others, took the road to Paris. Chicot followed them at a distance. They entered by the Porte St. Antoine, and entered the Hotel Guise. Chicot waited outside a full hour, in spite of cold and hunger. At last the door reopened, but, instead of seven cavaliers wrapped in their cloaks, seven monks came out, with their hoods over their faces, and carrying immense rosaries.

”Oh!” said Chicot, ”is, then, the Hotel Guise so embalmed in sanct.i.ty that wolves change into lambs only by entering it? This becomes more and more interesting.”

And he followed the monks as he had followed the cavaliers, for he believed them to be the same. The monks pa.s.sed over the bridge of Notre Dame, crossed the city and the pet.i.t pont, and went up the Rue St. Genevieve.

”Oh!” said Chicot, as he pa.s.sed the house where he had kneeled in the morning, ”are we returning to Fontainebleau? In that case I have made a round.”

However, the monks stopped at the door of the Abbey of St. Genevieve, in the porch of which stood another monk, who examined everyone's hand.

”Why,” said Chicot, ”it seems that to be admitted to night into the abbey one must have clean hands!”

Then he saw, with astonishment, monks appear from every street leading to the abbey, some alone, some walking in pairs, but all coming to the abbey.

”Ah!” said Chicot, ”is there a general chapter at the abbey to-night?

I have never seen one, and I should like it much.”

The monks entered, showing their hands, or something in them, and pa.s.sed on.

”I should like to go also,” thought Chicot; ”but for that I want two things--a monk's robe, for I see no layman here, and then this mysterious thing which they show to the porter, for certainly they show something. Ah, Brother Gorenflot, if you were here!”

The monks continued to arrive, till it seemed as if half Paris had taken the frock.

”There must be something extraordinary to-night,” thought Chicot.

”I will go and find Gorenflot at the Corne d'Abondance; he will be at supper.”

CHAPTER XVIII.

BROTHER GORENFLOT.

To the beautiful day had succeeded a beautiful evening, only, as the day had been cold, the evening was still colder. It was one of those frosts which make the lights in the windows of an hotel look doubly tempting. Chicot first entered the dining-room, and looked around him, but not finding there the man he sought for, went familiarly down to the kitchen. The master of the establishment was superintending a frying-pan full of whitings.

At the sound of Chicot's step he turned.

”Ah! it is you, monsieur,” said he, ”good evening, and a good appet.i.te to you.”

”Thanks for the wish, but you know I cannot bear to eat alone.”

”If necessary, monsieur, I will sup with you.”

”Thanks, my dear host, but though I know you to be an excellent companion, I seek for some one else.”

”Brother Gorenflot, perhaps?”

”Just so; has he begun supper?”

”No, not yet; but you must make haste nevertheless, for in five minutes he will have finished.”

”Monsieur!” cried Chicot, striking his head.