With those words he left the room. The supper was put on the table
forthwith. The hungry neighbor disputed with nobody from that moment,
and the melancholy neighbor recovered his spirits.
On reaching the priest's house, Thomas Siadoux found him sitting alone
in his study. He started to his feet, with every appearance of the
most violent alarm, when the young man entered the room.
"I beg your pardon, sir," said Thomas; "I am afraid I have startled
you."
"What do you want?" asked Monsieur Chaubard, in a singularly abrupt,
bewildered manner.
"Have you forgotten, sir, that this is the night of our supper?"
remonstrated Thomas. "My father has not come back, and we can only
suppose--"
At those words the priest dropped into his chair again, and trembled
from head to foot. Amazed to the last degree by this extraordinary
reception of his remonstrance, Thomas Siadoux remembered, at the same
time, that he had engaged to bring Monsieur Chaubard back with him; and
he determined to finish his civil speech as if nothing had happened.
"We are all of opinion," he resumed, "that the weather has kept my
father on the road. But that is no reason, sir, why the supper should
be wasted, or why you should not make one of us, as you promised. Here
is a good warm cloak--"
"I can't come," said the priest "I'm ill; I'm in bad spirits; I'm not
fit to go out." He sighed bitterly, and hid his face in his hands.
"Don't say that, sir," persisted Thomas. "If you are out of spirits,
let us try to cheer you. And you, in your turn, will enliven us. They
are all waiting for you at home. Don't refuse, sir," pleaded the young
man, "or we shall think we have offended you in some way. You have
always been a good friend to our family--"
Monsieur Chaubard again rose from his chair, with a second change of
manner, as extraordinary and as perplexing as the first. His eyes
moistened as if the tears were rising in them; he took the hand of
Thomas Siadoux, and pressed it long and warmly in his own. There was a
curious mixed expression of pity and fear in the look which he now
fixed on the young man.
"Of all the days in the year," he said, very earnestly, "don't doubt my
friendship to-day. Ill as I am, I will make one of the supper party,
for your sake--"
"And for my father's sake?" added Thomas, persuasively.
"Let us go to the supper," said the priest.
Thomas Siadoux wrapped the cloak round him, and they left the house.
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