the heart and the manners of a gentleman, but he has not the clothes of a gentleman." And to this, the Pope replied, smiling:
"The time has been when I was a poor parish priest, that I had not the clothes of a gentleman, so I can feel for your Cartouche. So now, farewell, and be a good child—and forty francs the week as long us you are simply Mademoiselle Fifi. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Holy Father, and I can not thank you enough, and I am the happiest creature in the world."
And then Fifi fell on her knees, and received a tender blessing, and went away, thinking with pride and joy of the visit she was to make after she was married to Cartouche.
"I know the Holy Father will like him," she thought, as she tripped along the grand avenue toward the town. "The Holy Father is kind and simple of heart, and honest and brave, and so is Cartouche, and each will know this of the other, so how can they help being satisfied each with the other?"
Thinking these thoughts she almost walked over Duvernet, who was proceeding in the same direction.
