"
"That is some of La Martiniere's cargo," replied Poulariex. "It was
kind of him, was it not, to remember us poor Bearnois here on the
wrong side of the Atlantic?"
"And how earnestly we were praying for that same Burgundy,"
ejaculated Monredin, "when it came, as if dropped upon us by
Providence! Health and wealth to Captain La Martiniere and the good
frigate Fleur-de-Lis!"
Another round followed.
"They talk about those Jansenist convulsionnaires at the tomb of
Master Paris, which are setting all France by the ears," exclaimed
Monredin, "but I say there is nothing so contagious as the drinking
of a glass of wine like that."
"And the glass gives us convulsions too, Monredin, if we try it too
often, and no miracle about it either," remarked Poulariez.
Monredin looked up, red and puffy, as if needing a bridle to check
his fast gait.
"But they say we are to have peace soon. Is that true, Des
Meloises?" asked Poulariez. "You ought to know what is under the
cards before they are played."
"No, I don't know; and I hope the report is not true.
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