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The monastic orders gladly accept this heavy peasant earthenware； which is easily fashioned into a Capuchin or an Ursuline。
These rustics are utilized for the rough work of devotion。
The transition from a drover to a Carmelite is not in the least violent； the one turns into the other without much effort； the fund of ignorance mon to the village and the cloister is a preparation ready at hand； and places the boor at once on the same footing as the monk：
a little more amplitude in the smock； and it bees a frock。
Sister Perpetue was a robust nun from Marines near Pontoise； who chattered her patois； droned； grumbled； sugared the potion according to the bigotry or the hypocrisy of the invalid； treated her patients abruptly； roughly； was crabbed with the dying； almost flung God in their faces； stoned their death agony with prayers mumbled in a rage； was bold； honest； and ruddy。
Sister Simplice was white； with a waxen pallor。
Beside Sister Perpetue； she was the taper beside the candle。
Vincent de Paul has divinely traced the features of the Sister of Charity in these admirable words； in which he mingles as much freedom as servitude：
〃They shall have for their convent only the house of the sick； for cell only a hired room； for chapel only their parish church； for cloister only the streets of the town and the wards of the hospitals； for enclosure only obedience； for gratings only the fear of God； for veil only modesty。〃
This ideal was realized in the living person of Sister Simplice：
she had never been young； and it seemed as though she would never grow old。 No one could have told Sister Simplice's age。
She was a person we dare not say a womanwho was gentle； austere； well…bred； cold； and who had never lied。
She was so gentle that she appeared fragile； but she was more solid than granite。
She touched the unhappy with fingers that were charmingly pure and fine。
There was； so to speak； silence in her speech； she said just what was necessary； and she possessed a tone of voice which would have equally edified a confessional or enchanted a drawing…room。 This delicacy acmodated itself to the serge gown； finding in this harsh contact a continual reminder of heaven and of God。
Let us emphasize one detail。 Never to have lied； never to have said； for any interest whatever； even in indifference； any single thing which was not the truth； the sacred truth； was Sister Simplice's distinctive trait； it was the accent of her virtue。
She was almost renowned in the congregation for this imperturbable veracity。
The Abbe Sicard speaks of Sister Simplice in a letter to the deaf…mute Massieu。 However pure and sincere we may be； we all bear upon our candor the crack of the little； innocent lie。
She did not。
Little lie； innocent liedoes such a thing exist？
To lie is the absolute form of evil。
To lie a little is not possible：
he who lies； lies the whole lie。
To lie is the very face of the demon。
Satan has two names； he is called Satan and Lying。
That is what she thought； and as she thought； so she did。
The result was the whiteness which we have mentioneda whiteness which covered even her lips and her eyes with radiance。
Her smile was white； her glance was white。 There was not a single spider's web； not a grain of dust； on the glass window of that conscience。
On entering the order of Saint Vincent de Paul； she had taken the name of Simplice by special choice。 Simplice of Sicily； as we know； is the saint who preferred to allow both her breasts to be torn off rather than to say that she had been born at Segesta when she had been born at Syracuse a lie which would have saved her。
This patron saint suited this soul。
Sister Simplice； on her entrance into the order； had had two faults which she had gradually corrected：
she had a taste for dainties； and she liked to receive letters。
She never read anything but a book of prayers printed in Latin； in coarse type。 She did not understand Latin； but she understood the book。
This pious woman had conceived an affection for Fantine； probably feeling a latent virtue there； and she had devoted herself almost exclusively to her care。
M。 Madeleine took Sister Simplice apart and remended Fantine to her in a singular tone； which the sister recalled later on。
On leaving the sister； he approached Fantine。
Fantine awaited M。 Madeleine's appearance every day as one awaits a ray of warmth and joy。
She said to the sisters； 〃I only live when Monsieur le Maire is here。〃
She had a great deal of fever that day。
As soon as she saw M。 Madeleine she asked him：
〃And Cosette？〃
He replied with a smile：
〃Soon。〃
M。 Madeleine was the same as usual with Fantine。
Only he remained an hour instead of half an hour； to Fantine's great delight。 He urged every one repeatedly not to allow the invalid to want for anything。
It was noticed that there was a moment when his countenance became very sombre。
But this was explained when it became known that the doctor had bent down to his ear and said to him； 〃She is losing ground fast。〃
Then he returned to the town…hall； and the clerk observed him attentively examining a road map of France which hung in his study。 He wrote a few figures on a bit of paper with a pencil。
BOOK SEVENTH。THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR
CHAPTER II
THE PERSPICACITY OF MASTER SCAUFFLAIRE
From the town…hall he betook himself to the extremity of the town； to a Fleming named Master Scaufflaer； French Scaufflaire； who let out 〃horses and cabriolets as desired。〃
In order to reach this Scaufflaire； the shortest way was to take the little…frequented street in which was situated the parsonage of the parish in which M。 Madeleine resided。
The cure was； it was said； a worthy； respectable； and sensible man。
At the moment when M。 Madeleine arrived in front of the parsonage there was but one passer…by in the street； and this person noticed this：
After the mayor had passed the priest's house he halted； stood motionless； then turned about； and retraced his steps to the door of the parsonage； which had an iron knocker。
He laid his hand quickly on the knocker and lifted it； then he paused again and stopped short； as though in thought； and after the lapse of a few seconds； instead of allowing the knocker to fall abruptly； he placed it gently； and resumed his way with a sort of haste which had not been apparent previously。
M。 Madeleine found Master Scaufflaire at home； engaged in stitching a harness over。
〃Master Scaufflaire；〃 he inquired； 〃have you a good horse？〃
〃Mr。 Mayor；〃 said the Fleming； 〃all my horses are good。
What do you mean by a good horse？〃
〃I mean a horse which can travel twenty leagues in a day。〃
〃The deuce！〃 said the Fleming。
〃Twenty leagues！〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Hitched to a cabriolet？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃And how long can he rest at the end of his journey？〃
〃He must be able to set out again on the next day if necessary。〃
〃To traverse the same road？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃The deuce！ the deuce！
And it is twenty leagues？〃
M。 Madeleine drew from his pocket the paper on which he had pencilled some figures。
He showed it to the Fleming。
The figures were 5； 6； 8 1/2。
〃You see；〃 he said； 〃total； nineteen and a half； as well say twenty leagues。〃
〃Mr。 Mayor；〃 returned the Fleming； 〃I have just what you want。 My little white horseyou may have seen him pass occasionally； he is a small beast from Lower Boulonnais。
He is full of fire。 They wanted to make a saddle…horse of him at first。
Bah！
He reared； he kicked； he laid everybody flat on the ground。
He was thought to be vicious； and no one knew what to do with him。
I bought him。 I harnessed him to a carriage。
That is what he wanted； sir； he is as gentle as a girl； he goes like the wind。
Ah！ indeed he must not be mounted。
It does not suit his ideas to be a saddle…horse。 Every one has his ambition。
‘Draw？ Yes。
Carry？
No。' We must suppose that is what he said to himself。〃
〃And he will acplish the trip？〃
〃Your twenty leagues all at a full trot； and in less than eight hours。 But here are the conditions。〃
〃State them。〃
〃In the first place。
you will give him half an hour's breathing spell midway of the road； he will eat； and some one must be by while he is eating to prevent the stable boy of the inn from stealing his oats； for I have noticed that in inns the oats are more often drunk by the stable men than eaten by the horses。〃
〃Some one will be by。〃
〃In the second placeis the cabriolet for Monsieur le Maire？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Does Monsieur le Maire know how to drive？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Well； Monsieur le Maire will travel alone and without baggage； in order not to overload the horse？〃
〃Agreed。〃
〃But as Monsieur le Maire will have no one with him； he will be obliged to take the trouble himself of seeing that the oats are not stolen。〃
〃That is understood。〃
〃I am to have thirty francs a day。
The days of rest to be paid for alsonot a farthing less； and the beast's food to be at Monsieur le Maire's expense。〃
M。 Madeleine drew three napoleons from his purse and laid them on the table。
〃Here is the pay for two days in advance。〃
〃Fourthly； for such a journey a cabriolet would be too heavy； and would fatigue the horse。
Monsieur le Maire must consent to travel in a little tilbury that I own。〃
〃I consent to that。〃
〃It is light； but it has no cover。〃
〃That makes no difference to me。〃
〃Has Monsieur le Maire reflected that we are in the middle of winter？〃
M。 Madeleine did not reply。
The Fleming resumed：
〃That it is very cold？〃
M。 Madeleine preserved silence。
Master Scaufflaire continued：
〃That it may rain？〃
M。 Madeleine raised his head and said：
〃The tilbury and the horse will be in front of my door to…morrow morning at half…past four o'clock。〃
〃Of course； Monsieur le Maire；〃 replied Scaufflaire； then； scratching a speck in the wood of the table with his thumb…nail； he resumed with that careless air which the Flemings understand so well how to mingle with their shrewdness：
〃But this is what I am thinking of now：
Monsieur le Maire has not told me where he is going。
Where is Monsieur le Maire going？〃
He had been thinking of nothing else since the beginning of the conversation； but he did not know why he had not dared to put the question。
〃Are your horse's forelegs good？〃 said M。 Madeleine。
〃Yes； Monsieur le Maire。
You must hold him in a little when going down hill。
Are there many descends between here and the place whither you are going？〃
〃Do not forget to be at my door at precisely half…past four o'clock to…morrow morning；〃 replied M。 Madeleine； and he took his departure。
The Fleming remained 〃utterly stupid；〃 as he himself said some time afterwards。
The mayor had been gone two or three minutes when the door opened again； it was the mayor once more。
He still wore the same impassive and preoccupied air。
〃Monsieur Scaufflaire；〃 said he； 〃at what sum do you estimate the value of the horse and tilbury which you are to let to me； the one bearing the other？〃
〃The one dragging the other； Monsieur le Maire；〃 said the Fleming； with a broad smile。
〃So be it。
Well？〃
〃Does Monsieur le Maire wish to purchase them or me？〃
〃No； but I wish to guarantee you in any case。
You shall give me back the sum at my return。
At what value do you estimate your horse and cabriolet？〃
〃Five hundred francs； Monsieur le Maire。〃
〃Here it is。〃
M。 Madeleine laid a bank…bill on the table； then left the room； and this time he did not return。
Master Scaufflaire experienced a frightful regret that he had not said a thousand francs。
Besides the horse and tilbury together were worth but a hundred crowns。
The Fleming called his wife； and related the affair to her。 〃Where the devil could Monsieur le Maire be going？〃
They held counsel together。
〃He is going to Paris；〃 said the wife。
〃I don't believe it；〃 said the husband。