The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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At dinner they gave us the best of every thing they had; and if we
required any little change, it was done with alacrity and good humour.
The two girls served us, and laughed and talked, and showed their
white teeth, as if they had known us for a hundred years; and the
father came in to ask if we had every thing we wished. After dinner he
begged to know if he should put to the horses, for, if we intended to
go to Alençon that night it was growing late; but we told him that we
intended to spend the night with him. He made us a low bow, and said
that we did him too much honour, that his was a poor, little inn, and
they had nothing to offer us but good will. The _bourg_, too, had
nothing curious or interesting to amuse us, he added; yet he must say,
that though he had visited many places, he had never seen a sweeter
valley, or a neater little town than Gacé.
The next morning was market-day, and before the windows we had all the
women of the country round, in their high white caps and bright gowns
either of blue or red. Amongst other commodities, one which had a
great sale was the sabot, or wooden shoe; and Mademoiselle Butet
advising me to buy a pair to put on in getting out of the carriage, I
begged her to send for some to let me see. When they came, she tried
them on for me herself, showed me how to wear them, chaffered the
vender down five or six sous in the price, and carried them off to
show her father what a pretty pair of sabots she had bought for
Monsieur.
We had every reason to be contented at Gacé; we were well lodged, and
fed, and treated, and the bill was but a trifle. It contained only one
word--"bonne chère," good cheer; and was not more simple than the
people themselves.
I was almost afraid that some little thing might lower these good
souls in my opinion; but no, it went on to the last in the same kind,
good-humoured, unpretending way. They had welcomed us like friends,
and so they bade us farewell; and coming all out to the door, they
wished us a pleasant journey, and many happy years, and looked after
us long as we drove away.
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