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On this they were allowed to enter and the door was shut. I tried to
listen, but every one spoke in a low voice, and I could not be sure
of anything, except that they recognized the right of the two
strangers to be present, and that they were deliberating about the
competition without either noise or dispute. Through a crack in the
door I could see that they divided into parties of five or six,
exchanging opinions in a low voice before they began to vote. But
when the time for voting came, one of the bagpipers looked out to see
if any one were listening, and I was forced to disappear in a hurry
lest I should be caught in a position which would put me to shame
without an excuse; for I certainly could not say that my friends were
in danger in such a peaceful conclave.
I found my young fellows below, sitting at table with others of our
acquaintance, who were toasting and complimenting Joseph. Carnat the
younger was alone and gloomy in a corner,--forgotten and mortified.
The monk was there, too, in the chimney-corner, inquiring of Mariton
and Benoît what was going on. When told all about it he came up to
the long table, where they were drinking with Joseph, and asking him
where and from whom he had got his teaching.
"Friend Joseph," said he, "we know each other, you and I, and I wish
to add my voice to the applause you are now, of good right,
receiving. But permit me to point out that it is generous as well as
wise to console the vanquished, and that in your place, I should make
friendly advances to young Carnat, whom I see over there all alone
and very sad."
The monk spoke so as to be heard only by Joseph and a few others who
were near him, and I thought he did so as much out of
kind-heartedness as by instigation of Joseph's mother, who wanted the
Carnats to get over their aversion to her son.
This appeal to Joseph's generosity flattered his vanity. "You are
right, Brother Nicolas," he said; then, in a loud voice, he called to
young Carnat:--
"Come, François, don't sulk at your friends. You did not play as
well as you know how to, I am quite sure. But you shall have your
revenge another time; besides, judgment is not given yet. So,
instead of turning your back on us, come and drink, and let us be as
quiet together as a pair of oxen yoked to a cart."
Everybody approved of this speech, and Carnat, fearing to seem
jealous, accepted the offer and sat down near him. So far so good,
but Joseph could not keep from showing his opinion that his art was
far above that of others, and in offering civilities to his rival he
put on such a patronizing manner that Carnat was more hurt than ever.
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