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CHAPTER XVI.<br />
A CRISIS.<br />
ox understood that this was a hint to hold her tongue rmd<br />
<strong>the</strong> room She went down to <strong>the</strong> kitchen, and, once <strong>the</strong>re<br />
in her own domain allowed herself <strong>the</strong> relief <strong>of</strong> speaking out<br />
her miud to old Simon. She had already told him a great many<br />
things during <strong>the</strong> hour he sat every evening cooking his onion<br />
soup and frying <strong>the</strong> eggs f<strong>or</strong> his<br />
stove.<br />
supper at <strong>the</strong> c<strong>or</strong>ner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>The</strong> aged gardener proved a very safe confidant. lie was as<br />
deaf as a post, but knew how to make up f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> answers not<br />
generally to <strong>the</strong> purpose which he made to <strong>the</strong> communications<br />
addressed to him, by a play <strong>of</strong> countenance expressing al-<br />
ternately assent and surprise, in a way winch generally satisfied<br />
hLs loquacious companion. So she abused Ge<strong>or</strong>ge to her heart's<br />
content, declared that she was not going to allow Mise Rose<br />
to be snubbed by a good-f<strong>or</strong>-nothing, ill brought-up/arfa <strong>of</strong> a<br />
Baron, who preferred <strong>the</strong> society <strong>of</strong> a half-witted creature like<br />
Benoite to that <strong>of</strong> his own wife, <strong>the</strong> most charming girl in <strong>the</strong><br />
whole country. This should not go on. She would tell her<br />
parents how ill he behaved to her, and, shaking violently her<br />
saucepan, in which she was making a fav<strong>or</strong>ite dish <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> coun-<br />
try, called a bouille-abaisse, she, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> first time in her life,<br />
spoilt it. This did not improve her temper, and, whilst waiting<br />
at dinner, she darted angry glances at <strong>the</strong> unconscious and silent<br />
Ge<strong>or</strong>ge.<br />
That daj% as she sat opposite to him at <strong>the</strong> little table where<br />
<strong>the</strong>y had <strong>the</strong>ir meals, Rose could not help now and <strong>the</strong>n raising<br />
her eyes to his face and contrasting its sad and indifferent expression<br />
with <strong>the</strong> animation and <strong>the</strong> smiles she had noticed when he<br />
was talking to Benoite.<br />
After dinner, <strong>the</strong> post, which only reached Belbousquet three<br />
times a week, brought some letters and newspapers to Ge<strong>or</strong>ge,<br />
and a note from Madame Lescalle to her daughter, in which she<br />
said that M. Lescalle had taken <strong>the</strong> h<strong>or</strong>se and chaise f<strong>or</strong> a two<br />
<strong>or</strong> three days' excursion to see some <strong>of</strong> his clients and canvass<br />
<strong>the</strong>m in fav<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> Jacques de Vedelles, and she should <strong>the</strong>ref<strong>or</strong>e<br />
dH.-iy a little her visit. Rose had written two days bef<strong>or</strong>e to her<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r a letter, in which, without saying anything untrue, she<br />
h;ul managed to make it appear that she was well and happy.<br />
Sin: had dwelt on <strong>the</strong> charms <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> villa, and described how<br />
much 31. de Ve'lelles admired <strong>the</strong> country. What long walks<br />
<strong>the</strong>y too'.c. She did not say that each went out alone. And <strong>the</strong>n<br />
aised <strong>The</strong>re.on and said how comf<strong>or</strong>table she made <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
Madame Lescalle, finding all was going on so smoothly,<br />
thought, it better to leave <strong>the</strong>m, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> present, to <strong>the</strong>mselves,<br />
llise Mexle, to whom she showed <strong>the</strong> letter, was <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> same<br />
opinion, and so, to <strong>The</strong>rcson's great disappointment, no visit<strong>or</strong>s<br />
appeared.<br />
Ever since Rose had seen Ge<strong>or</strong>ge talking to Beuoite she had<br />
watched f<strong>or</strong> an opp<strong>or</strong>tunity <strong>of</strong> getting acquainted with <strong>the</strong> child,<br />
and finding out from her what were <strong>the</strong> things she spoke <strong>of</strong> to<br />
M le Baron. This was no easy matter: <strong>the</strong> girl was indeed, as<br />
<strong>The</strong>reson had said, a wild little creature, very difficult to a<<br />
<strong>or</strong> to detain. After many vain attempts, she happened, one<br />
m<strong>or</strong>ning that Ge<strong>or</strong>ge was gone in ano<strong>the</strong>r direction, to find Benoite<br />
sitting on <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> a well, surrounded by her goats,<br />
which had been drinking, and were now lying at her feet. She<br />
ful, half-eager expression.<br />
Rose having hea.rd <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> child's passion f<strong>or</strong> insects and flow-<br />
il provided herself with a magnifying glass, <strong>the</strong> p<br />
THE NVTAUY'X DAUGHTER.<br />
her w<strong>or</strong>k-bag. She ga<strong>the</strong>red a foxglove and looked attentively<br />
tlnounh <strong>the</strong> class at <strong>the</strong> inside <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> flower, and really aston-<br />
My <strong>of</strong> what she saw <strong>the</strong>re, exclaimed, " Oh, how<br />
lovely!" upon which <strong>the</strong> little girl slowly approached, like n<br />
bird who longs to pick up <strong>the</strong> crumb you throw to .t, but sus-<br />
picious <strong>of</strong> your intentions, hardly ventures to come near<br />
enough. However, when Rose sat down on <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wt-a.<br />
and filled her lap with thyme, heath, and harebells, and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
peeped into <strong>the</strong>ir secret folds, Benoite could no longer resist.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> glass was applied to her eye, and she saw <strong>the</strong> wonders<br />
it revealed, a cry <strong>of</strong> delight broke from her. Catching a ladybird,<br />
she inspected it in <strong>the</strong> same way, and her delight was<br />
unbounded.<br />
"Monsieur would like to see with that glass eye," she said.<br />
"Will you let him?"<br />
<strong>The</strong> child's question pained Rose.<br />
" Monsieur <strong>of</strong>ten talks to you, I think. Is it always about <strong>the</strong><br />
flowers and <strong>the</strong> insects? "<br />
" Oh, about many o<strong>the</strong>rs things too."<br />
"What s<strong>or</strong>t <strong>of</strong> things? Birds and shells, I suppose?<br />
"<br />
Oh, yes, <strong>the</strong> shells! I hear <strong>the</strong> noise <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sea when i hold<br />
<strong>the</strong>m to my ear. Have "<br />
you ever heard it?<br />
"No."<br />
"<br />
Monsieur does though, and he can tell what <strong>the</strong> wind sings<br />
in <strong>the</strong> branches <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> pine trees, and what <strong>the</strong> swallows say to<br />
each o<strong>the</strong>r when <strong>the</strong>y meet in <strong>the</strong> grove bef<strong>or</strong>e <strong>the</strong>y fly nsvay<br />
But I have told him things he does not know. That is w.by he<br />
likes to talk to me. 'Benoite,' he says, '<br />
why<br />
is that doud sail<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n I answer that it is carrying<br />
ing so fast across <strong>the</strong> sky? '<br />
a message from <strong>the</strong> islands out in <strong>the</strong> sea up to <strong>the</strong> tops <strong>of</strong><br />
mountains where <strong>the</strong> snow always lies; and <strong>the</strong>n iie asks<br />
<strong>the</strong><br />
me<br />
what <strong>the</strong> sunflowers are thinking <strong>of</strong> when <strong>the</strong>y turn :oi -<br />
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