Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
"It shall be just as you like," said Huriel; "for if the fear of
being a burden on us drives you away, we would rather renounce the
pleasure of serving you. But remember one thing; my father and I
both earn money, and nothing gives either of us so much pleasure as
to oblige our friends and show them hospitality."
It seemed to me that Huriel was rather fond of jingling his money, as
if to say, "I am a good match." However, he immediately acted like a
man who sets himself aside, for he told us that he was about to start
on a journey.
When she heard that Brulette gave a little quiver, which nobody
noticed but me, for she recovered instantly and asked, apparently
with indifference, where he was going and for how long.
"I am going to work in the woods of La Roche," he replied; "I shall
be near enough to come back if you send for me; Tiennet knows the
way. I am going now, in the first instance, to the moor round La
Croze to get my mules and their trappings. I will stop as I come
back and bid you good-bye."
Thereupon he departed, and the Head-Woodsman, enjoining on his
daughter to take good care of us, went off to his work in another
direction.
So there we were, Brulette and I, in company of the beautiful
Thérence, who, though she waited on us as actively as if we were
paying her wages, did not seem inclined to be friendly, and answered
shortly, yes or no, to all we said to her. This coolness soon
annoyed Brulette, who said to me, when we were alone for a moment, "I
think, Tiennet, that this girl is displeased with us. She took me
into her bed last night as if she were forced to receive a porcupine.
She flung herself on the farther edge with her nose to the wall, and
except when she asked if I wanted more bedclothes, she would not say
a word to me. I was so tired I would gladly have gone to sleep at
once; indeed, seeing that she pretended to sleep, to avoid speaking
to me, I pretended too; but I could not close my eyes for a long,
long time, for I heard her choking down her sobs. If you will
consent, we will not trouble her any longer; we can find plenty of
empty huts in the forest, and if not, I could arrange with an old
woman I saw here yesterday to send her husband to a neighbor and take
us in. If it is only a grass bed I shall be content; it costs too
much to sleep on a mattress if tears are to pay for it. As for our
meals, I suppose that you can go to Mesples and buy all we want, and
I'll take charge of the cooking."
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