When once more alone Gondy sent to summon all the curates with whom he had any connection to his house.
Gondy dressed himself as an officer, put on a felt cap with a red feather, hung on a long sword, buckled spurs to his boots, wrapped himself in an ample cloak and followed the curate.
It occurring to him, perhaps, that if they had been Curates
, their wishes might have tended in the opposite direction.
At last, our curate
(we had a curate
then who made the living answer by teaching the little Lintons and Earnshaws, and farming his bit of land himself) advised that the young man should be sent to college; and Mr.
When it was what seemed to him the proper time he entered the village and went to Don Quixote's house, which he found all in confusion, and there were the curate and the village barber, who were great friends of Don Quixote, and his housekeeper was saying to them in a loud voice, "What does your worship think can have befallen my master, Senor Licentiate Pero Perez?
So say I too," said the curate, "and by my faith to-morrow shall not pass without public judgment upon them, and may they be condemned to the flames lest they lead those that read to behave as my good friend seems to have behaved.
I do not clearly remember the arrival of the curate
, so that probably I dozed.
With the curate
of Montdidier and the superior of the Jesuits of Amiens.
But there are many tragedies in her family, besides this affair of the curate
It did not appear to me that--in short, you know, Dr Shirley must have a curate
, and you had secured his promise.
Carey had finished her business with the banker, she generally went upstairs to have a little chat with his sister; and while the ladies talked of parish matters, the curate
or the new bonnet of Mrs.
to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled), but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant.
It was truly refreshing to hear such a sermon, after being so long accustomed to the dry, prosy discourses of the former curate
, and the still less edifying harangues of the rector.
When the two reached home and entered the salon on the ground-floor, they found a large fire lighted, and Madame Saillard, Elisabeth, Monsieur Gaudron and the curate
of Saint-Paul's sitting by it.
His brother the curate
had also the yellow hair and the elegance, but he was buttoned up to the chin in black, and his face was clean-shaven, cultivated, and a little nervous.