Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
"Do you know my father?" cried Huriel. "When he heard us speaking of
Brulette he told us, Joseph and me, that his father had had an early
friend named Brulet."
"It was I, myself," said my uncle. "I cut wood for a long time,
thirty years ago, in the Saint-Amand region with your grandfather,
and I knew your father when a boy; he worked with us and played the
bagpipes wonderfully well, even then. He was a fine lad, and years
can't trouble him much yet. When you named yourself just now I did
not wish to interrupt you, and if I twitted you a little about your
customs, it was only to draw you out. Now, sit down, and don't spare
the food at your service."
During supper Huriel showed as much good sense in his talk and
pleasantness in his gravity as he had wit and liveliness on the night
of his first appearance at midsummer. Brulette listened attentively
and seemed to get accustomed to his blackened face; but when the
journey was talked of and the method of making it was mentioned, she
grew uneasy about her grandfather, fearing the fatigue and the
upsetting of his habits; so, as Huriel could not deny that the
journey would be painful to a man of his years, I offered to
accompany Brulette in place of my uncle.
"That's the very thing," said Huriel. "If we are only three we can
take the cross-cut, and by starting to-morrow morning we can get
there to-morrow night. I have a sister, a very steady, good girl,
who will take Brulette into her own hut; for I must not conceal from
you that where we are now living you will find neither houses nor
places to sleep in such as you are accustomed to here."
"It is true," replied my uncle, "that I am too old to sleep on the
heather; and though I am not very indulgent to my body, if I happened
to fall ill over there, I should be a great trouble to you, my dear
children. So, if Tiennet will go, I know him well enough to trust
his cousin to him. I shall rely on his not leaving her a foot's
length in any circumstances where there may be danger for a young
girl; and I rely on you, too, Huriel, not to expose her to any risks
on the way."
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