The Sin of Monsieur Antoine, Volume 1 (of 2)Sand, George
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The Sin of Monsieur Antoine, Volume 1 (of 2)
Sand, George
French fiction -- 19th century
"So you take sides against me, too, Mademoiselle Gilberte?" rejoined
Galuchet, walking toward her; "do you believe what Monsieur Emile says?"
"My daughter takes sides against no one, monsieur," said Janille, "and I
don't understand why you bother your head about somebody who doesn't
bother her head about you."
"If you forbid her to take my arm," replied Galuchet, "I have nothing to
say. It seems to me, however, that it's no breach of true French
courtesy to offer a young lady your arm."
"My mother does not forbid me to accept your arm, monsieur," said
Gilberte, sweetly but with much dignity; "but I thank you for your
courtesy. I am not a Parisian and I can hardly appreciate the custom of
taking a support in walking. Besides, our paths do not permit that
custom."
"Your paths are no worse than those at Crozant, and the rougher they are
the more need there is for people to help one another. I saw you plainly
enough at Crozant put your lovely hand on Monsieur Emile's shoulder, to
go down the mountain; oh! I saw it, Mademoiselle Gilberte, and I would
have liked right well to be in his place!"
"Monsieur Galuchet, if you had not drunk beyond all reason," said Emile,
"you would not concern yourself so much about me, and I beg you not to
concern yourself about me at all."
"Hoity-toity! now you are losing your temper, are you?" said Galuchet,
trying to adopt a good-natured tone. "Everybody is hard on me here,
except Monsieur Antoine."
"Perhaps that is because you are a little too familiar with everybody,"
retorted Emile.
"What's going on here?" said Jean Jappeloup, entering the room. "Are you
quarreling? Here am I, to make peace. Good-day, _ma mie_ Janille;
good-day, my Gilberte du bon Dieu; good-day, friend Emile; good-day,
Antoine, my master: and good-day, you," he said to Galuchet; "I don't
know you, but it's all the same. Ah! it's Père Cardonnet's man of
business!--Ah! good-day to you, my dear Monsieur Sacripant; I didn't
notice your greeting."
"_Vive Dieu_!" cried Antoine, "better late than never; but do you know,
Jean, you are going wrong? When we only have one day a week to see
you,--and God knows how long the week is without you!--you get here at
noon on Sunday!"
"Listen, master----"
"I don't want you to call me master."
"What if I choose to call you so? I was your master long enough, and it
would be a bore to me to give orders all the time. Now, I choose to be
your apprentice, for a little change. Come, give me something fresh and
cool to drink, quickly, Janille. I am warm! Not that I am hungry; they
wouldn't let me go after mass, my good friends at Gargilesse! I must
needs stop and chatter a little with Mère Laroze, and you can't keep
your throat from getting dry when you talk without drinking. But I came
fast, because I knew you would be thinking about me here. You see,
Gilberte, since I came back to the old place the Sunday would have to be
forty-eight hours long to allow me to satisfy all the friends who are
glad to see me!"
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