The Milkmaid of Montfermeil (Novels of Paul de Kock Volume XX)Kock, Paul de
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The Milkmaid of Montfermeil (Novels of Paul de Kock Volume XX)
Kock, Paul de
France -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English
"Despite my failings, monsieur, I have always been careful of my honor;
I have thrown away my fortune, but at least I have no reason to reproach
myself for failing to keep my engagements. Two years ago I met a man
whom I had known in my prosperous days; he came to me and called me his
friend as of old. I told him my troubles; he placed his purse at my
disposal and lent me twelve hundred francs. 'You may take your own time
about paying me,' he said. Alas! a long illness prevented me from
earning anything; however, my creditor made no demand on me, but the
excellent man, who is in business now, was unfortunate himself and lost
heavily by several failures. Two months ago he came to ask me if I could
repay him, but it was impossible. He did not reproach me, and he did not
come again; but I learned yesterday that a heartless creditor of his had
caused his imprisonment for a bill of one thousand francs. That news
made me desperate. If I had paid my debt, that honest man would still be
at liberty! Alas! I have brought misfortune upon everybody who has taken
an interest in me! My Anna deprives herself of everything for her
father's sake.--Ah! monsieur, ought I still to cling to an existence
which is a weary burden to me?"
Auguste took out his wallet and took from it three one thousand-franc
notes, which he placed in the old man's hand, saying:
"Pay the twelve hundred francs that you owe, and with what is left buy a
small shop for your daughter. I am sure that happier days are in store
for you."
The old man could not determine whether he was the dupe of a dream. What
had happened to him seemed so extraordinary, that he dared not give way
to his delight. He looked first at Dalville, then at the bank-notes
which he had put in his hand, and could only falter:
"Great God! is it possible? Such unforeseen good-fortune! Excellent
young man!--Pardon me, monsieur! Why, you are an angel sent to us from
heaven!"
"No, I am no angel," said Auguste, with a smile; "on the contrary, I
have all the failings of mortals; but I am happy to be able to assist
two unfortunate fellow-creatures so easily."
"But, monsieur, this is a considerable sum----"
"It is not enough to pay for the lesson you have given me."
"How so?"
"Adieu, monsieur, it's very late; get some rest now; you need it, and I
trust that it will be of the sweetest."
"What! you are going to leave us already? Oh! please let me tell my
daughter how much I owe you. Allow her too to thank our benefactor. Ah!
you don't know my Anna--as lovely as she is good. The sight of her will
bring home to you all that you have done for me by giving me the means
to make the dear child happy!"
The old man walked toward the dressing-room, but Auguste stopped him,
saying in an undertone:
"Don't wake her, I beg you. I will see her another time; don't disturb
her sleep."
"As you insist, monsieur, I obey you; but tell me your name, I pray; let
me know to whom I am indebted."
"I will tell you to-morrow."
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