On the following day those happy nuptials were celebrated in affectionate
intimacy. There were but one-and-twenty at table under the oak tree in
the middle of the lawn, which, girt with elms and hornbeams, seemed like
a hall of verdure. The whole family was present: first those of the farm,
then Denis the bridegroom, next Ambroise and his wife Andrée, who had
brought their little Léonce with them. And apart from the family proper,
there were only the few invited relatives, Beauchêne and Constance,
Séguin and Valentine, with, of course, Madame Desvignes, the bride's
mother. There were twenty-one at table, as has been said; but besides
those one-and-twenty there were three very little ones present: Léonce,
who at fifteen months had just been weaned, and Benjamin and Guillaume,
who still took the breast. Their little carriages had been drawn up near,
so that they also belonged to the party, which was thus a round two
dozen. And the table, flowery with roses, sent forth a delightful perfume
under the rain of summer sunbeams which flecked it with gold athwart the
cool shady foliage. From one horizon to the other stretched the wondrous
tent of azure of the triumphant July sky. And Marthe's white bridal gown,
and the bright dresses of the girls, big and little; all those gay
frocks, and all that fine youthful health, seemed like the very
florescence of that green nook of happiness. They lunched joyously, and
ended by clinking glasses in country fashion, while wishing all sorts of
prosperity to the bridal pair and to everybody present.
Then, while the servants were removing the cloth, Séguin, who affected an
interest in horse-breeding and cattle-raising, wished Mathieu to show him
his stables. He had talked nothing but horseflesh during the meal, and
was particularly desirous of seeing some big farm-horses, whose great
strength had been praised by his host. He persuaded Beauchêne to join him
in the inspection, and the three men were starting, when Constance and
Valentine, somewhat inquisitive with respect to that farm, the great
growth of which still filled them with stupefaction, decided to follow,
leaving the rest of the family installed under the trees, amid the
smiling peacefulness of that fine afternoon.
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