At the corner of this square there is a printing establishment.It is there that the proclamations of the Emperor and of the Imperial Guard to the army，brought from the Island of Elba and dictated by Napoleon himself，were printed for the first time.
Worn out with fatigue，and no longer entertaining any hope，he lay down on a stone bench which stands at the doorway of this printing office.
At that moment an old woman came out of the church.
She saw the man stretched out in the shadow.
'What are you doing there，my friend？'said she.
He answered harshly and angrily：
'As you see，my good woman，I am sleeping.'
The good woman，who was well worthy the name，in fact，was the Marquise de R——
'On this bench？'she went on.
'I have had a mattress of wood for nineteen years，'said the man；'to-day I have a mattress of stone.'
'You have been a soldier？'
'Yes，my good woman，a soldier.'
'Why do you not go to the inn？'
'Because I have no money.'
'Alas！'said Madame de R——，'I have only four sous in my purse.'
'Give it to me all the same.'
The man took the four sous.
Madame de R——continued：
'You cannot obtain lodgings in an inn for so small a sum.
But have you tried？It is impossible for you to pass the night thus.
You are cold and hungry，no doubt.
Some one might have given you a lodging out of charity.'
'I have knocked at all doors.'
'Well？'
'I have been driven away everywhere.'
The'good woman'touched the man's arm，and pointed out to him on the other side of the street a small，low house，which stood beside the Bishop's palace.
'You have knocked at all doors？'
'Yes.'
'Have you knocked at that one？'
'No.'
'Knock there.'
Ⅱ PRUDENCE COUNSELLED TO WISDOM.
That evening，the Bishop of D——，after his promenade through the town，remained shut up rather late in his room.
He was busy over a great work on Duties，which was never completed，unfortunately.
He was carefully compiling everything that the Fathers and the doctors have said on this important subject.
His book was divided into two parts：
firstly，the duties of all；secondly，the duties of each individual，according to the class to which he belongs.The duties of all are the great duties.
There are four of these.Saint Matthew points them out：
duties towards God（Matt.vi.）；duties towards one's self（Matt.v.29，30）；duties towards one's neighbor（Matt.vii.12）；duties towards animals（Matt.vi.20，25）.As for the other duties the Bishop found them pointed out and prescribed elsewhere：
to sovereigns and subjects，in the Epistle to the Romans；to magistrates，to wives，to mothers，to young men，by Saint Peter；to husbands，fathers，children and servants，in the Epistle to the Ephesians；to the faithful，in the Epistle to the Hebrews；to virgins，in the Epistle to the Corinthians.Out of these precepts he was laboriously constructing a harmonious whole，which he desired to present to souls.
At eight o'clock he was still at work，writing with a good deal of inconvenience upon little squares of paper，with a big book open on his knees，when Madame Magloire entered，according to her wont，to get the silver-ware from the cupboard near his bed.
A moment later，the Bishop，knowing that the table was set，and that his sister was probably waiting for him，shut his book，rose from his table，and entered the dining-room.
The dining-room was an oblong apartment，with a fireplace，which had a door opening on the street（as we have said），and a window opening on the garden.
Madame Magloire was，in fact，just putting the last touches to the table.
As she performed this service，she was conversing with Mademoiselle Baptistine.
A lamp stood on the table；the table was near the fireplace.A wood fire was burning there.
One can easily picture to one's self these two women，both of whom were over sixty years of age.
Madame Magloire small，plump，vivacious；Mademoiselle Baptistine gentle，slender，frail，somewhat taller than her brother，dressed in a gown of puce-colored silk，of the fashion of 1806，which she had purchased at that date in Paris，and which had lasted ever since.
To borrow vulgar phrases，which possess the merit of giving utterance in a single word to an idea which a whole page would hardly suffice to express，Madame Magloire had the air of a peasant，and Mademoiselle Baptistine that of a lady.Madame Magloire wore a white quilted cap，a gold Jeannette cross on a velvet ribbon upon her neck，the only bit of feminine jewelry that there was in the house，a very white fichu puffing out from a gown of coarse black woollen stuff，with large，short sleeves，an apron of cotton cloth in red and green checks，knotted round the waist with a green ribbon，with a stomacher of the same attached by two pins at the upper corners，coarse shoes on her feet，and yellow stockings，like the women of Marseilles.
Mademoiselle Baptistine's gown was cut on the patterns of 1806，with a short waist，a narrow，sheath-like skirt，puffed sleeves，with flaps and buttons.She concealed her gray hair under a frizzed wig known as the baby wig.Madame Magloire had an intelligent，vivacious，and kindly air；the two corners of her mouth unequally raised，and her upper lip，which was larger than the lower，imparted to her a rather crabbed and imperious look.
So long as Monseigneur held his peace，she talked to him resolutely with a mixture of respect and freedom；but as soon as Monseigneur began to speak，as we have seen，she obeyed passively like her mistress.
Mademoiselle Baptistine did not even speak.
She confined herself to obeying and pleasing him.She had never been pretty，even when she was young；she had large，blue，prominent eyes，and a long arched nose；but her whole visage，her whole person，breathed forth an ineffable goodness，as we stated in the beginning.
She had always been predestined to gentleness；but faith，charity，hope，those three virtues which mildly warm the soul，had gradually elevated that gentleness to sanctity.
Nature had made her a lamb，religion had made her an angel.
Poor sainted virgin！Sweet memory which has vanished！
