The assailants succeeded one another until the table was cleared.
Everybody was cheerful and contented; there was never a man who
forgot himself. These peasants, who had had no breeding, were by
nature well-bred. Then they all loved one another in that country of
poor people; and, above all,--may I be allowed to say it? the thought
is so pleasing to me in my old age,--they all loved us.
I never remained until the end. I merely stepped in to get a peep
at the beautiful celebration and to fill my eyes and my imagination
with it. On the night to which I refer I managed to stay down longer
than usual. I looked for Marion everywhere. There were others, too,
who were looking for her. My mother's conduct had been criticised
and rather disapproved of; for those were simple folk, virtuous
themselves and pitiless to others. If Marion had been brutally
discharged, they would have applauded. Now they believed her to
be forgiven; and they felt her forgiveness to be in a measure an
encouragement to vice. Aunt Gabrielle had found time to speak to
the rector, to excuse Marguerite, she said; but without realizing
it she had merely expressed her disapprobation. I not only remember
all these details after sixty-five years, but I remember the room
in which the scene took place. I can even evoke the faces and the
attitudes,--the saintly protectress, somewhat moved, but very
resolute; the rector, restless and anxious; Gabrielle and her
confederates, pitiless in their censure. Although not a word had been
uttered in my presence concerning the nature of Marion's fault, I had
understood it all, thanks to "Celina," no doubt. It is useless to
state which side my heart was on. The priest was anxious above all
things to preserve in our parish those rigid customs for which we
were famed.
"A moral plague must be treated just like a physical plague, with
heroic remedies," said he.
"We must be charitable," said my mother. "Our God is a God of
charity."
The priest was of the opinion that the sinner should not under any
consideration be allowed to come back to the house and work among
the maid-servants.
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