Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
We learned the next evening, through the monk, who had been begging
about all day, that Joseph had not gone near the village of Nohant,
but had spent an hour with his mother at Saint-Chartier, after which
he started to go round the neighborhood and collect all the bagpipers
for a meeting, at which he would demand a competition for admission
to the craft and the right to practise the calling. Mariton was much
troubled by this determination, believing that the Carnats, father
and son, and all the bagpipers of the country round, who were already
more in number than were needed, would oppose it and cause him both
trouble and injury. But Joseph would not listen to her, still saying
that he was resolved to get her out of service and take her to some
distant place to live with him, though she seemed not as much
inclined to that idea as he had hoped.
On the third day, all our preparations having been made, and Huriel
and Brulette's first banns published in the parish church, we started
to return to Chassin. It was like departing on a pilgrimage to the
ends of the earth. We were obliged to carry furniture, for Brulette
was determined that her grandfather should lack for nothing; so a
cart was hired and the whole village opened its eyes very wide to see
the entire contents of the house going off, even to the baskets. The
goats and the hens went too, for Thérence was delighted at the idea
of taking care of them; never having known how to manage animals, she
wanted to learn, as she said, when the opportunity offered. This
gave me the chance to propose myself in jest for her management, as
the most docile and faithful animal of the flock. She was not
annoyed, but gave me no encouragement to pass from jest to earnest.
Only, it did seem to me that she was not displeased to find me
cheerfully leaving home and family to follow her; and that if she did
little to attract me she certainly did still less to repulse me.
Just as old Brulet and the women, with Charlot, were getting into the
cart (Brulette very proud of going off with such a handsome lover, in
the teeth of all the lovers who had misjudged her), the friar came up
to say good-bye, adding for the benefit of inquisitive ears: "As I am
going over to your parts, I'll ride a bit of the way with you."
He got up beside Père Brulet, and at the end of the third mile, in a
shady road, he asked to be set down. Huriel was leading the
_clairin_, which was a good draught horse as well as a pack horse,
and the Head-Woodsman and I walked in front. Seeing that the cart
lagged behind, we turned back, thinking there might have been an
accident, and found Brulette in tears, kissing Charlot, who clung to
her screaming because the friar was endeavoring to carry him off.
Huriel interceded against it, for he was so troubled at Brulette's
tears that he came near crying himself.
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