The train stopped. When Ambroise and Andrée alighted they were at first
much surprised to find that everybody had come to meet them, drawn up in
a row with solemn mien. When Rose, however began to deliver a pompous
little speech, treating her brother's betrothed like some foreign
princess, whom she had orders to welcome in the name of the king, her
father, the young couple began to laugh, and even prolonged the joke by
responding in the same style. The railway men looked on and listened,
gaping. It was a fine farce, and the Froments were delighted at showing
themselves so playful on that warm May morning.
But Marianne suddenly raised an exclamation of surprise: "What! has not
Madame Séguin come with you? She gave me so many promises that she
would."
In the rear of Ambroise and Andrée Céleste the maid had alone alighted
from the train. And she undertook to explain things: "Madame charged me,"
said she, "to say that she was really most grieved. Yesterday she still
hoped that she would be able to keep her promise. Only in the evening she
received a visit from Monsieur de Navarède, who is presiding to-day,
Sunday, at a meeting of his Society, and of course Madame could not do
otherwise than attend it. So she requested me to accompany the young
people, and everything is satisfactory, for here they are, you see."
As a matter of fact nobody regretted the absence of Valentine, who always
moped when she came into the country. And Mathieu expressed the general
opinion in a few words of polite regret: "Well, you must tell her how
much we shall miss her. And now let us be off."
Céleste, however, intervened once more. "Excuse me, monsieur, but I
cannot remain with you. No. Madame particularly told me to go back to her
at once, as she will need me to dress her. And, besides, she is always
bored when she is alone. There is a train for Paris at a quarter past
ten, is there not? I will go back by it. Then I will be here at eight
o'clock this evening to take Mademoiselle home. We settled all that in
looking through a time-table. Till this evening, monsieur."
"Till this evening, then, it's understood."
Thereupon, leaving the maid in the deserted little station, all the
others returned to the village square, where the wagon and the bicycles
were waiting.
"Now we are all assembled," exclaimed Rose, "and the real _fête_ is about
to begin. Let me organize the procession for our triumphal return to the
castle of our ancestors."
"I am very much afraid that your procession will be soaked," said
Marianne. "Just look at the rain approaching!"
During the last few moments there had appeared in the hitherto spotless
sky a huge, livid cloud, rising from the west and urged along by a sudden
squall. It presaged a return of the violent stormy showers of the
previous night.
"Rain! Oh, we don't care about that," the girl responded with an air of
superb defiance. "It will never dare to come down before we get home."
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