Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
"Here's a faithful ear! but you must admit, it is well-rewarded."
Huriel made but one bound right over the table, knocking over the
glasses and candle before I had time to catch them; in a second he
was sitting by my little aunt and kissing her as if she had been the
mother that bore him; in short, he behaved like a crazy man,
shouting, and singing, and waving his glass, while my aunt, laughing
like a jack-daw, cried as she clinked her glass to his:--
"To the health of the father of your child! All of which proves,"
she said, turning to me, "that the cleverest folk are often those who
are thought the greatest fools; just as the greatest fools are those
who have thought themselves so clever. You can say that too, my
Tiennet,--you with your honest heart and your faithful cousinship; I
know that you behaved to Brulette as if you had been her brother.
You deserve to be rewarded, and I rely on the good God to see that
you get your dues; some day or other he will give you, too, your
perfect contentment."
Thereupon she went off, and Huriel, clasping me in his arms, cried
out: "Your aunt is right; she is the best of women. You are not in
the secret, but that's no matter. You are only the better friend for
it. Give me your word, Tiennet, that you will come and work here all
summer with us; for I have got an idea about you, and please God to
help me, you shall thank me for it fine and good."
"If I understand what you mean," I replied, "you have just been
drinking your wine pure, and my aunt has taken the fly out of your
cup; but any idea of yours about me seems more difficult to carry
out."
"Friend Tiennet, happiness can be earned; and if you have no ideas
contrary to mine--"
"I am afraid they are only too like; but ideas won't suffice."
"Of course not; but nothing venture nothing have. Are you such a
Berrichon that you dare not tempt fate?"
"You set me too good an example to let me be a coward," I answered,
"but do you think--"
Brulette here came up and interrupted us, and we saw by her manner
that she had no suspicion of what had occurred.
"Sit here," said Huriel, drawing her to his knee, as we do in our
parts without any thought of harm, "and tell me, my dear love, if you
have no wish to dance with some one besides me? You gave me your
word and you have kept it. That was all I needed to take a
bitterness out of my heart; but if you think people will talk in a
way to hurt your feelings, I will submit to your pleasure and not
dance with you again till you command me."
"Is it because you are tired of my company, Maître Huriel," replied
Brulette, "and that you want to make acquaintance with the other
girls at the wedding?"
"Oh! if you take it that way," cried Huriel, beside himself with joy,
"so much the better! I don't even know if there are other girls here
besides you, and I don't want to know."
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