"Vive Bertrand! Auguste isn't poor any more! we'll have a high old time now!" When the first outburst of joyous excitement had subsided, Auguste told Bertrand what he had done since he left him. He did not conceal from him the miserable plight to which he was reduced when Virginie came to his garret. He told him all that she had done for him--how she had worked and sat up all night, and all the sacrifices that she had undergone every day in order to provide him with whatever he required. During this story, Virginie tried to make Auguste keep quiet by saying: "That isn't true; he makes too much of it; don't believe him, Bertrand. Anyhow, if I did do all that, it must have been because I enjoyed it." But Bertrand, who could not listen unmoved to Auguste's narrative, ran to Virginie, took her in his arms and kissed her, saying: "That was fine! that was mighty fine!" "Yes, but you are squeezing me too tight, Bertrand." Melancholy thoughts gave place to thoughts of happiness. Auguste no longer sighed when he thought of Denise. He was already longing to be with her, he burned to see her again, to requite her love; for after all that Virginie had told him he could no longer doubt the village maiden's heart. But he was unable to go to Montfermeil at once; however, as happiness is a great restorer of health, after two days passed in forming delightful plans for the future, Auguste was in condition to go out. Before going to the village, where he expected to stay for some time, Auguste put his affairs in order. He went to his old notary and instructed him to invest his funds, keeping back only so much as was necessary for the execution of his plans. He intended to assure Virginie's future; since she was no longer as young as she had once been, she was anxious to carry on a little business. Auguste hired a pretty shop for her and stocked it with embroideries and novelties, and Virginie became a dealer in small wares. She proudly took her seat behind her counter, after having a sign put over her door: _A la Pucelle_; and she swore to Auguste that she proposed thenceforth to devote herself exclusively to her business. Auguste received Virginie's thanks and her kindest regards for Denise, whom she did not propose to visit until her new line of conduct had covered her former aberrations with oblivion. He was on the point of starting for Montfermeil with Bertrand, when Virginie exclaimed: "Mon Dieu! I forgot the little shopkeeper and the chicken! I meant to recommend her to you, so that you might at least buy your gloves of her." "What shopkeeper? what chicken?" inquired Auguste. Virginie told of her adventure on the day she met Bertrand. Auguste, after expressing anew to Virginie his gratitude for all that she had done for him during his sickness, determined to call upon the young woman who had displayed so much delicacy in conferring a favor, and to thank her. He took Virginie in his cabriolet and they drove to the young linen-draper's shop.