Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
I found the dance at its height, and Brulette was skimming like a
butterfly in Huriel's arms. Such ardor was in their faces, she was
so intoxicated within and he without, that it really seemed as if
neither could hear or see anything about them. The music carried
them away, and I do believe that their feet did not touch the earth
and that their souls were dancing in paradise. Now, among those who
lead a reel, there are seldom any who have neither love nor some
other wild fancy in their heads, and therefore no attention was paid
to this pair; and there was so much wine, noise, dust, music, and
lively talk in the heated air of the wedding feast that night came on
before any one took much notice of the actions of others.
Brulette merely asked me about Charlot, and why Thérence did not come
and dance; my answers satisfied her, and Huriel did not give her time
to say much about the boy.
I did not feel inclined to dance, for I could not see any pretty
girls; I believe there were plenty, but not one that compared with
Thérence; and I could not get Thérence out of my head. I stood in a
corner to watch her brother, so as to have something to tell her if
she questioned me. Huriel had so completely forgotten his troubles
that he was all youth and happiness. He was well-mated with
Brulette, for he loved pleasure and racket as much as she did when he
was in it, and he carried the day against the other lads, for he
never got tired of dancing. All the world knows, for it is so in all
lands, that women can floor the men at a reel, and can keep
themselves going while we poor fellows are dying of heat and thirst.
Huriel never cared for eating or drinking, and you would really have
thought he had sworn to surfeit Brulette with her choice amusement;
but I could see beneath the surface that he was doing it for his own
pleasure, and that he would gladly have gone round the world on one
foot could he have kept his airy partner in his arms.
At last, however, some of the youths, beginning to get annoyed that
Brulette refused them, took notice that a stranger had cut them out,
and talk began about it round the tables. I must tell you that
Brulette, not expecting much amusement, and rather inclined to
despise the young men of that neighborhood on account of their
ill-natured speeches, was not dressed with her usual daintiness. She
looked more like a little nun than the queen of our parts; and as
others had come to the wedding in gala costumes, she did not produce
the great effect of former days. Still, she was so animated in
dancing that the company were forced to admit that no one compared
with her; and as those who did not know her questioned those who did,
a great deal of evil as well as good was talked around me.
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