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"Monsieur belongs to science?" asked the archdeacon, fixing his piercing eye upon Coictier's colance no less piercing or less distrustful than his own

He was, so far as the feeble light of the lae and of medium stature, who appeared soh of a very ordinary outline, had so powerful and severe about it; his eyes sparkled beneath a very deep superciliary arch, like a light in the depths of a cave; and beneath his cap which ell dran and fell upon his nose, one recognized the broad expanse of a brow of genius

He took it upon himself to reply to the archdeacon's question,-"Reverend rave tone, "your renown has reached my ears, and I wish to consult you I aentles of the learned You e naentleman," said the archdeacon to hi that he was in the presence of a strong and earnest character The instinct of his own lofty intellect nize an intellect no less lofty under Gossip Tourangeau's furred cap, and as he gazed at the solemn face, the ironical slooht fades on the horizon of night Stern and silent, he had resureat armchair; his elbow rested as usual, on the table, and his brow on his hand After a few moments of reflection, heto Gossip Tourangeau he said,-"You come to consult me, master, and upon what science?"

"Your reverence," replied Tourangeau, "I areat AEsculapius, and I am come to ask your advice inhis head He seemed to eau, since that is your name, turn your head, you will find eau obeyed, and read this inscription engraved above his head: "Medicine is the daughter of dreams--JAMBLIQUE"

Meanwhile, Doctor Jacques Coictier had heard his companion's question with a displeasure which Dom Claude's response had but redoubled He bent down to the ear of Gossip Tourangeau, and said to hih not to be heard by the archdeacon: "I warned you that he washim"