Painful silence fell between Josine and Luc. The young man had become
gloomy, for there was some truth beneath all those recriminations. It
was the inevitable grating of new machinery at the first stage of its
work. The rumours which were afloat respecting the difficulties of the
current year affected Luc particularly, since he did indeed fear that
he might be obliged to ask the men to make a few sacrifices in order to
prevent the prosperity of the establishment from being compromised.
'And Bourron says "ditto" to Ragu, does he not?' Luc inquired of
Josine. 'But you have never heard Bonnaire complain, have you?'
Josine was shaking her head, by way of answering no, when, through the
open window, the breeze wafted the voices of the three women who had
remained on the foot-pavement. La Toupe was again forgetting herself,
carried away by her incessant desire to bark and bite. If Bonnaire
remained silent, like a thoughtful man whose sensible mind admitted the
necessity of an experiment of considerable duration, that wife of his
sufficed to gather together all the backbiters of the rising town. As
Luc glanced out of the window he saw her again frightening La Fauchard
by predicting the approaching ruin of La Crêcherie.
'And so, Josine,' he slowly resumed, 'you are not happy?'
She again tried to protest: 'Oh! Monsieur Luc, why should I not be
happy, when you have done so much for me?'
But her strength failed her, and again two big tears appeared in her
eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
'You see very well, Josine, you are not happy,' repeated the young man.
'I am not happy, it's true, Monsieur Luc,' she at last answered, 'only
you can do nothing in the matter. It is no fault of yours. You have
been a Providence for me, and what can one do if there's nothing that
can change Ragu's heart? He is becoming quite malicious again; he
can no longer abide Nanet; he nearly broke everything here yesterday
evening, and he struck me, because the child, so he said, answered him
improperly. But leave me, Monsieur Luc--those are things which only
concern me; at all events I promise you that I'll worry as little as I
can.'
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