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<strong>of</strong> St. C ,<br />
Tin-: i'oi;ri:AiT AV MY c \CLI-: 's<br />
,uler <strong>or</strong> prince <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> young men. <strong>The</strong> I'niatelsbelonged<br />
to thai old race <strong>of</strong> peasantry which f<strong>or</strong> three <strong>or</strong> four hundred<br />
years have been in possession from fa<strong>the</strong>r to sou <strong>of</strong> a piece <strong>of</strong><br />
ground <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir own, and cultivated it <strong>the</strong>mselves. <strong>The</strong><br />
r, an honest, hard-w<strong>or</strong>king woman, with a sharp eye after<br />
pr<strong>of</strong>its and gain, managed <strong>the</strong> household. 'She married<br />
alliance.<br />
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.<br />
a little village <strong>of</strong> Provence, in <strong>the</strong> dioo upon which was lying a large heap <strong>of</strong> wheat. <strong>The</strong> crnins<br />
inline <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
lived in that place. JI><br />
Abba', because in all <strong>the</strong> village fib x he<br />
ing sil'ied one by one f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> purpose <strong>of</strong> removing <strong>the</strong><br />
she said.<br />
'<br />
Everything is not gold that glitters,"<br />
'<br />
Xot a w<strong>or</strong>d hud been brea<strong>the</strong>d about a marriage p<strong>or</strong>tion and<br />
;<br />
as <strong>the</strong> parents will not see <strong>or</strong> speak to <strong>the</strong> girl, it is most like-<br />
ly <strong>the</strong>y will disinherit her. It is not in any way a marriage<br />
that suits us. What shall we do at home with this fine young<br />
lady ? Does she think we are going to be her humble servants ?<br />
I can tell her it will be no such thing. And what a figure she<br />
will look amongst us in her smart gowns ? <strong>The</strong>y will laugh at<br />
us in <strong>the</strong> village, and I shall be almost ashamed <strong>of</strong> being seen<br />
with her. F<strong>or</strong> my part, I have no opinion <strong>of</strong> those handsome<br />
women. <strong>The</strong>y are always thinking <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir faces and <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
dress. <strong>The</strong>re is not a bit <strong>of</strong> use in <strong>the</strong>m. I am certain my<br />
eldest son, when he comes home, will be out <strong>of</strong> f<strong>or</strong>ts about this<br />
marriage. But it is <strong>of</strong> no good talking. Francois brought her<br />
to <strong>the</strong> farm, and <strong>the</strong>re was nothing f<strong>or</strong> it but to get <strong>the</strong>m married.<br />
But I wish with all my heart that I do that this mademoiselle<br />
had never darkened our do<strong>or</strong>s.' I did all I could<br />
to make her look on her son's marriage in a different light, and<br />
to persuade her to welcome with a m<strong>or</strong>e Christian spirit <strong>the</strong><br />
young stranger who had become a member <strong>of</strong> her family. But<br />
though a good woman as <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ld goes, Madame Pinatel had<br />
none <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> religious principles which would have made her<br />
susceptible <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> s<strong>or</strong>t <strong>of</strong> feelings I tried to instil into her, and<br />
all my eff<strong>or</strong>ts were useless.<br />
"Just at that time I was summoned to Aix by <strong>the</strong> Bishop f<strong>or</strong><br />
a w<strong>or</strong>k which had been begun <strong>the</strong> year bef<strong>or</strong>e, and which he<br />
wished me to finish under his eyes. I was absent from my par.<br />
ish about two months, and it was near Christmas when I came<br />
home. larrivedlateoneevening, having walked part<strong>of</strong><strong>the</strong> way,<br />
and as a cold, drizzling was<br />
^ain beginning to fall, I hastened<br />
towards <strong>the</strong> dwelling-place <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Pinatels, which stood on <strong>the</strong><br />
roadside, about a mile from <strong>the</strong> village. <strong>The</strong>ir house was<br />
a large, ill-constructed building, <strong>the</strong> walls <strong>of</strong> which had never<br />
been plastered. Properly speaking, it had nei<strong>the</strong>r sides <strong>or</strong><br />
front. <strong>The</strong> windows seemed to have been made here and <strong>the</strong>re<br />
without any definite plan, and were without panes <strong>or</strong> blinds.<br />
<strong>The</strong> entrance do<strong>or</strong> opened upon a s<strong>or</strong>t <strong>of</strong> yard, encumbered<br />
with rubbish, piles <strong>of</strong> t<strong>or</strong>s should not be at <strong>the</strong> trouble <strong>of</strong> answering. <strong>The</strong> eldest<br />
Pinatel acc<strong>or</strong>dingly began to descaut upon<br />
brushwood, and heaps <strong>of</strong> manure. <strong>The</strong>re<br />
was not a tree about <strong>the</strong> house, <strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> least appearance <strong>of</strong> a<br />
garden. In summer a burning sun turned <strong>the</strong> outside <strong>of</strong> this<br />
habitation into a furnace, and in <strong>the</strong> winter <strong>the</strong> icy mistral blew<br />
in unopposed through <strong>the</strong> rotten boards <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old outside<br />
<strong>the</strong> drought, whi h<br />
had been unfav<strong>or</strong>able f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> sowing, and on <strong>the</strong> extra<strong>or</strong>diu iry<br />
size <strong>of</strong> two fat pigs which he had sold at <strong>the</strong> last fair at St.<br />
C . Whilst he was giving me every kind <strong>of</strong> detail on (lie<br />
subject, his young sister-in-law silently slipped into <strong>the</strong> room<br />
and seated herself in <strong>the</strong> c<strong>or</strong>ner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chimney opposite to me;<br />
' her clo<strong>the</strong>s were wet, and she was shivering with cold. D ><br />
not leave, ano<strong>the</strong>r time, <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong> open when you go out in <strong>the</strong><br />
evening, daughter-in-law, '<br />
<strong>the</strong> widow Pinatel said to her in a<br />
'<br />
sharp tone <strong>of</strong> voice. How can I come in again if I shut .t<br />
behind me ? '<br />
she replied with a scowl on her face. No ono<br />
took any fur<strong>the</strong>r notice <strong>of</strong> her. <strong>The</strong> eldest son went on with<br />
his account <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sale <strong>of</strong> pigs. Tue o<strong>the</strong>r bro<strong>the</strong>rs had also<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir say in <strong>the</strong> matter, and an animate! discussion arose<br />
as to <strong>the</strong> size and weight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> animals. In <strong>the</strong> meantime<br />
I was looking at <strong>the</strong> young wife with a mixture <strong>of</strong><br />
curiosity and compassion. She was dressed like Madame<br />
P.natel, in a brown drugget petticoat, and her cap <strong>of</strong> pr nted<br />
calico tied under her chin entirely concealed he hair. <strong>The</strong> white<br />
smoothness <strong>of</strong> her face was so remarkable that it almost<br />
ed made <strong>of</strong> marble. She made up <strong>the</strong> fire a ittle, shivering all<br />
<strong>the</strong> time in her wet clo<strong>the</strong>s, and holding her head down, as if<br />
afraid that I should speak to her. Seeing this was th case, I<br />
did not say a w<strong>or</strong>d, and even took care not to look at her any<br />
m<strong>or</strong>e. But I threw into <strong>the</strong> heartu some logs that were lying<br />
near me, a d movtd aside <strong>the</strong> iron pot that she might put her<br />
shutters. It was very dark, and as I was crossing <strong>the</strong> yard,<br />
'g my way with a stick, I heard somebody bef<strong>or</strong>e me exclaiming<br />
:<br />
'<br />
Francois, is that you at last ?' I advanced and<br />
named myself, upon which <strong>the</strong> person who had spoken turned<br />
abruptly round towards <strong>the</strong> house and disappeared. I pushed<br />
open <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong>, which stood ajar, and, passing through <strong>the</strong> sta-<br />
<strong>the</strong> crockery and <strong>the</strong> saucepans were placed in grand array.<br />
<strong>The</strong> wall was ad<strong>or</strong>ned with <strong>the</strong> pewter dishes won by <strong>the</strong> Abbat,<br />
;ome <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> household provisions were always hanging<br />
Ht it.<br />
" When I walked in, <strong>the</strong> fr.mily was sitting round a table<br />
mildew, which is apt to ppc iil <strong>the</strong> lloiir. This occupation was<br />
carried on by <strong>the</strong> dun light <strong>of</strong> a snuffy lamp, and <strong>the</strong>y all ap-<br />
plied <strong>the</strong>mselves, to <strong>the</strong> ant-like lab<strong>or</strong> with extra<strong>or</strong>dina;<br />
tivity. When I appeared, Madame Piuatel got up and said,<br />
' O dear, you have had to cross <strong>the</strong> stable without a light, M.<br />
le Curd. We never heard you coming. You found <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong><br />
' '<br />
opened, <strong>the</strong>n ? <strong>The</strong>re was somebody in <strong>the</strong> yard,' I replied ;<br />
'I think it was your new daughter-in-law looking out f<strong>or</strong> her<br />
her eldest son to a girl wuohad f<strong>or</strong> her p<strong>or</strong>tion a plot <strong>of</strong> ground<br />
w<strong>or</strong>ta about a thousand crowns, and she lived in very comf<strong>or</strong>ta- husband.'<br />
ble terms with her daughter-in-law. She came one day to tell<br />
me <strong>the</strong> news <strong>of</strong> her second son's mi! rriage with Mile, de Malpeire.<br />
<strong>The</strong> widow Pinatel was by no me ins dazzled by <strong>the</strong> noble<br />
son muttered between his teeth,<br />
' <strong>The</strong> widow shrugged her shoulders, and <strong>the</strong> i<br />
'<br />
In that case she is likely to<br />
spend <strong>the</strong> night out <strong>of</strong><br />
'<br />
do<strong>or</strong>s.<br />
'<br />
Is Francois<br />
*<br />
gone up<br />
mountain ?' I asked, thinking it possible tint he might have<br />
been to Malpeire, where great damage had been done after <strong>the</strong><br />
Baron's departure.<br />
' What business would he have <strong>the</strong>re re-<br />
plied <strong>the</strong> widow ;<br />
' he is gone in ano<strong>the</strong>r direction. You see,<br />
M. le Cure, he is a lad that can never stay long toge<strong>the</strong>r at<br />
home. He is gone to amuse himself at <strong>the</strong> fair at<br />
Apt.' I sat down in <strong>the</strong> post <strong>of</strong> hon<strong>or</strong>, under <strong>the</strong> projecting<br />
chimney-piece. Two small logs were slowly burning<br />
on <strong>the</strong> hearth, and though <strong>the</strong> hour <strong>of</strong> supper was past, an<br />
en<strong>or</strong>mous iron pot was still simmering amidst <strong>the</strong> ashes. <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>The</strong> Provencal peasants' idea <strong>of</strong> politeness is to take upon<br />
<strong>the</strong>mselves <strong>the</strong> whole burden <strong>of</strong> conversation, so that <strong>the</strong> visi-<br />
feet ou <strong>the</strong> ashes. Wh n she had warmed herself, she leant<br />
back against <strong>the</strong> wall with her arms crossed over her el IP t,<br />
and c osed her eyes like a person who dozes overpowered by<br />
fatigued. <strong>The</strong> rain continued to fall, t nd I staid 0:1 till lato<br />
in <strong>the</strong> evening. During all that time <strong>the</strong> young woman<br />
moved, <strong>or</strong> opened her yes. At last, just as I was going a\vay,<br />
thinking that <strong>the</strong> bad wea<strong>the</strong>r would la t all <strong>the</strong> night, somebody<br />
whistled in <strong>the</strong> yard, and <strong>the</strong> house-uog ran to <strong>the</strong> do r<br />
wagging his tail. 'It is Francois !' exclaimed <strong>the</strong> youug wo-<br />
ble, entered <strong>the</strong> room where <strong>the</strong> family usually sat. It was a<br />
Jiiy long apartment, but so dark and smoky that at first<br />
it was difficult to discern anything in it. <strong>The</strong> widow Pinatel's<br />
bed was iu one c<strong>or</strong>ner, screened from sight by curtains <strong>of</strong> yellow<br />
serge. Her great wooden cupboard always carefully<br />
locked up stood opposite to three <strong>or</strong> four shelves, upon which<br />
man starting up and rushing to meet he husband.<br />
" <strong>The</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs did not move. <strong>The</strong> widow Pinatel, casting a<br />
glance at <strong>the</strong> place her daughter-in-law had just left, muttered,<br />
'<br />
I only hope she has kept <strong>the</strong> soup warm.'<br />
"A moment afterwards <strong>the</strong> Abbat came in, and throwing his<br />
stick and heavy woollen cloal; into a c<strong>or</strong>ner, said in a cheery<br />
manner, ' Good evening to you all. M. le Cure, how do you<br />
do? and you, mo<strong>the</strong>r, is all right with you ?' 'Well, I sup-<br />
she ans wered ;<br />
'<br />
and you,<br />
pose one must always say yes to that, '<br />
son, how do you feel yourself?' 'Why, not amiss as times go,'<br />
he cried, and <strong>the</strong>n, patting his stomach, added with a loud<br />
laugh, '<br />
'<br />
'<br />
but I daresay better soou. You have had no '!'<br />
supper