think you now? have I won the wager entirely?”

Candide gave two thousand piastres to Pacquette, and a thousand to Friar Giroflee, saying, “I will answer that this will make them happy.”

“I am not of your opinion,” said Martin, “perhaps this money will only make them wretched.”

“Be that as it may,” said Candide, “one thing comforts me; I see that one often meets with those whom one never expected to see again; so that, perhaps, as I have found my red sheep and Pacquette, I may be lucky enough to find Miss Cunegund also.”

“I wish,” said Martin, “she one day may make you happy; but I doubt it much.”

“You lack faith,”