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"And that golden thing he had on his head," said one of the

little girls.

"Hush, be quiet. When one thinks, I say, that a lord like him, a

man so learned, who, as they say, has read all the books in the

world, a thing which no one else has done, not even in Milan;

when one thinks that he has adapted himself so to the

comprehension of others, that every one understood him--"

"I understood, I did," said the other little chatterer.

"Hush, be quiet. What did you understand, you?"

"I understood that he explained the Gospel, instead of the

curate."