Mind, especially, any incidents that may happen during the
trial; for he has always some kind of surprise in reserve."
"These are my adversaries," thought M. Galpin. "What surprise, I wonder,
is there in store for me? Have they really given up all idea of using
Cocoleu?"
He had no reason for mistrusting his agent; and yet his apprehensions
became so serious, that he went out of his way to look in at the
hospital. The lady superior received him, as a matter of course, with
all the signs of profound respect; and, when he inquired about Cocoleu,
she added,--
"Would you like to see him?"
"I confess I should be very glad to do so."
"Come with me, then."
She took him into the garden, and there asked a gardener,--
"Where is the idiot?"
The man put his spade into the ground; and, with that affected reverence
which characterizes all persons employed in a convent, he answered,--
"The idiot is down there in the middle avenue, mother, in his usual
place, you know, which nothing will induce him to leave."
M. Galpin and the lady superior found him there. They had taken off
the rags which he wore when he was admitted, and put him into the
hospital-dress, which was a large gray coat and a cotton cap. He did not
look any more intelligent for that; but he was less repulsive.
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