Peter, who, you know, keeps the keys of
heaven, by knocking at the gate in the disguise of a monk or a friar."
"I have too much faith in St. Peter's vigilance and penetration," said
Mrs. Shortridge, "to think he has ever been so taken in."
They presently got out of the city; but, to Moodie's displeasure, by a
gate opposite to that by which they had entered it. He was still more
annoyed, when, on coming to a place where the road branched into two,
the commissary took a brief though kindly leave of his wife and
friends, and, followed by his man, galloped off to the right, on a
professional chase after grain and bullocks.
L'Isle was surprised to find himself regretting the loss of their
fellow-traveler. He had found him, always remembering that he was a
commissary, a very good fellow; for we can find some good in every
man, if we take the trouble to look for it; and Shortridge was one
who, after taking care of himself, was quite willing to take care of
other people.
But L'Isle's regret was nothing to Moodie's, whose habits of life led
him to appreciate the nature and importance of the commissary's
official duties. He valued him as a practical, responsible man of
business, with no foolish fancies about him.
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