one recognized the broad expanse of a brow of genius.

He took it upon himself to reply to the archdeacon’s question, —

“Reverend master,” he said in a grave tone, “your renown has reached my ears, and I wish to consult you.

I am but a poor provincial gentleman, who removeth his shoes before entering the dwellings of the learned. You must know my name. I am called Gossip Tourangeau.”

“Strange name for a gentleman,” said the archdeacon to himself.

Nevertheless, he had a feeling that he was in the presence of a strong and earnest character. The instinct of his own lofty intellect made him recognize an intellect no less lofty under Gossip Tourangeau’s