How is that?
What has the Papal benediction done for him?"
"Woman, your tongue overrules your senses!" said Cazeau, with rising
temper, "You rail against the Church like an ungrateful heathen,
even though you owe your son's recovery to the Church! For what is
Cardinal Bonpre but a Prince of the Church?"
Martine stuck her arms akimbo, and surveyed him disdainfully.
"OH--HE!" she cried, "My tongue overrules my senses, Monsieur Clause
Cazeau! Take care that your cunning does not overrule yourself! Did
I ever deny the worth and the goodness of Cardinal Bonpre? Though if
I were to speak the whole truth, and if I were to believe the
nonsense-talk of a child, I should perhaps give the credit of the
miracle to the stray boy whom the Cardinal found outside the
Cathedral door--"Cazeau started--"For Fabien says that he began to
feel strong the moment that little lad touched him!"
"The boy!" exclaimed Cazeau--"The boy!"
A curious silence ensued. Jean Patoux lifting his drowsy eyes gazed
fixedly at the whitewashed ceiling,--Madame, his wife, stood beside
him watching the changes on Cazeau's yellow face--and Martine sat
down to take breath after her voluble outburst.
"The boy!" muttered Cazeau again--then he broke into a harsh laugh.
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