of you," cried the old man, "in its peculiar way and wrapped you in the folds of its dark vestments? now I would have sworn that you were free from that! and yet I should have done wrong, for all fanatacism is but the twinborn of the apparently most improbable and inimical."
"You speak what your mind prompts," said the son, "and I understand you perfectly, but you do not understand me."
"Well, Edmond, you may be right, only speak, relate to me, perhaps I may be able to approach nearer to your soul."
"How much I hated these Huguenots," began Edmond, "how much I abhorred their war against the king, their fanaticism and prophets, that I despised the gross deception of those people, I need not tell you, for my irritated feelings made you unhappy and it seems that I am destined to cause your misery, I may place myself now as then on whatever side I like.—
He stopped for a short time and then resumed; "with these sentiments I dressed
