Women -- France -- Fiction; Women's rights -- Fiction
“What proof have you of this?” said the president.
“I am about to tell you,” replied Patience. “Having learnt from
the landlady at Crevant, to whom I have occasionally been of some
assistance, that the two Trappists used to lunch at her tavern from time
to time, as I have said, I went and took up my abode about half a league
from here, in a hermitage known as Le Trou aux Fades, situated in the
middle of the woods and open to the first comer, furniture and all. It
is a cave in the rock, containing a seat in the shape of a big stone and
nothing else. I lived there for a couple of days on roots and bits of
bread that they occasionally brought me from the tavern. It is against
my principles to live in a tavern. On the third day the landlady’s
little boy came and informed me that the two monks were about to sit
down to a meal. I hastened back, and hid myself in a cellar which
opens into the garden. The door of this cellar is quite close to the
apple-tree under which these gentlemen were taking luncheon in the open
air. John was sober; the other was eating like a Carmelite and drinking
like a Franciscan. I could hear and see everything at my ease.
“‘There must be an end of this,’ Antony was saying--I easily recognised
the man when I saw him drink and heard him swear--‘I am tired of playing
this game for you. Hide me away with the Carmelites or I shall make a
row.’
“‘And what row can you make that will not bring you to the gallows, you
clumsy fool!’ answered John. ‘It is very certain that you will not set
foot inside the monastery. I don’t want to find myself mixed up in a
criminal trial; for they would discover what you are in an hour or two.’
“‘And why, I should like to know? You make them all believe that you
are a saint!’
“‘Because I know how to behave like a saint; whereas you--you behave
like a fool. Why, you can’t stop swearing for an hour, and you would be
breaking all the mugs after dinner!’
“‘I say, Nepomucene,’ rejoined the other, ‘do you fancy that you would
get off scot-free if I were caught and tried?’
“‘Why not?’ answered the Trappist. ‘I had no hand in your folly, nor
did I advise anything of this kind.’
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