Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
"No," said Brulette, hastily, "I would rather never dance again."
"That's what we shall see!" he exclaimed, following us to the dance,
where he remained standing behind us, and criticising us, I think, in
his own language. Every time Brulette passed him he gave vent to
language which, from the expression of his bad eyes, I judged to be
insolent.
"Wait till I have finished dancing," I said, punching him as I
passed; "I'll settle your bill for you in language your back shall
understand."
But when the dance was over I could not find him anywhere, he had
hidden himself so carefully. Brulette, seeing what a coward he was,
got over her fright and danced with the others, who paid her very
pretty respect; but just as I ceased for a moment to watch her, the
scoundrel came back and took her from the midst of a number of young
girls, forcing her into the middle of the dance, and taking advantage
of the darkness which hid her resistance, tried to embrace her. At
that moment I ran up, not seeing clearly, but thinking I heard
Brulette call me. I had no time to do justice on the man myself, for
before his blackened face had touched hers the fellow received such a
blow on the nape of his neck that his eyes must have bulged like
those of a rat pinned in a trap.
Brulette, thinking the help came from me, threw herself into her
defender's arms, and was much amazed to find herself in those of
Huriel.
I tried to take advantage of the fact that our friend had his arms
full, to seize the scoundrel myself; and I would have paid him all I
owed him if the company had not interfered between us. As the man
now assailed us with words, calling us cowards because we had
attacked him two to one, the music stopped; the crowd gathered about
the scene of the quarrel, and the Head-Woodsman came up with
Archignat,--one forbidding the muleteers, and the other the
woodcutters and sawyers, from taking part in the affair until the
meaning of it were known.
Malzac--that was our enemy's name (and he had a tongue as venomous as
an adder's)--made his statement first, declaring that he had civilly
invited the Berrichon girl to dance; that in kissing her he had only
used his right and followed the custom of the dance, and that two of
the girl's lovers, to wit, Huriel and I, had unfairly attacked him
together and foully struck him.
"That is false," I replied. "It is a lasting regret to me that I did
not belabor the man who has just addressed you; but the truth is I
arrived too late to touch him in any way, fair or foul; for the
people round withheld my arm as I was going to strike. I tell you
the thing as it happened; but give me a chance, and I will make true,
what he has said!"
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