Max Pemberton

“ At the door of the stables he found the rogue Pepin, basking in the glorious sunshine.
"Good morning, my friend," said the Abbé, suddenly conceiving a notion; "so you have deserted your master?"
"Aye, and that's God's truth, father—for who would shake his body on a horse when he can lie back down in the blessed sunlight? Blood of Paul! I have no stomach for boar's meat when I must do the catching."
"You are a philosopher, my son."
"If so be that your philosopher waits while other men work, I am that same person."
The Abbé smiled. ”