Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
"Never mind that," said Huriel, frowning slightly, which made him
look like a man who was suffering from a great hole in his head,
which in fact there was under the bloody handkerchief. "All things
are in God's hand, and in our family nobody is in a hurry to make his
own happiness at the expense of others. As for me, I must go, for I
could make no lying answer to those who might ask me where Malzac is
and why no one sees him any more. Listen, however, to another thing
about Joseph and Brulette. It is better not to tell them the evil I
have done. Except the muleteers, and my father and sister, the monk
and you, no one knows that when that man fell he never rose again. I
had only time to say to Thérence, 'He is dead, I must leave these
parts.' Maître Archignat said the same thing to my father; but the
other foresters know nothing, and wish not to know anything. The
monk himself would have seen only part of it if he had not followed
us with remedies for the wound. The muleteers were inclined to send
him back at once, but the chief answered for him, and I, though I
might be risking my neck, could not endure that the man should be
buried like a dog, without Christian prayer. The future is in God's
hands. You understand, of course, that a man involved as I am in a
bad business cannot, at least for a long time, think of courting a
girl as much sought after and respected as Brulette. But I do ask
you, for my sake, not to tell her the extent of the trouble I am in.
I am willing she should forget me, but not that she should hate or
fear me."
"She has no right to do either," I replied, "since it was for love of
her--"
"Ah!" exclaimed Huriel, sighing and passing his hand before his eyes,
"it is a love that costs me dear!"
"Come, come," I said, "courage! she shall know nothing; you may rely
upon my word; and all that I can do, if occasion offers to make her
see your merits, shall be done faithfully."
"Gently, gently, Tiennet," returned Huriel, "I don't ask you to take
my side as I take Joseph's. You don't know me as well, neither do
you owe me the same friendship; I know what it is to push another
into the place we would like to occupy. You care for Brulette
yourself; and among three lovers, as we are, two must be just and
reasonable when the third is preferred. But, whatever happens, I
hope we shall all three remain brothers and friends."
"Take me out of the list of suitors," I said, smiling without the
least vexation. "I have always been the least ardent of Brulette's
lovers, and now I am as calm as if I had never dreamed of loving her.
I know what is in the secret heart of the girl; she has made a good
choice, and I am satisfied. Adieu, my Huriel; may the good God help
you, and give you hope, and so enable you to forget the troubles of
this bad night."
We clasped each other for good-bye, and I inquired where he was going.
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