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assistant　at　Conches。　Go　on　before　me；　I　have　a　paper　to　carry　to　the

chateau。　Rigou　has　gained　his　second　suit；　and　I've　got　to　deliver　the

verdict。〃



So　saying；　Monsieur　Brunet；　all　the　livelier　for　a　couple　of　glasses

of　brandy；　mounted　his　gray　mare　after　saying　good…bye　to　Pere

Niseron；　for　the　whole　valley　were　desirous　in　their　hearts　of　the

good　man's　esteem。



No　science；　not　even　that　of　statistics；　can　explain　the　rapidity　with

which　news　flies　in　the　country；　nor　how　it　spreads　over　those

ignorant　and　untaught　regions　which　are；　in　France；　a　standing

reproach　to　the　government　and　to　capitalists。　Contemporaneous　history

can　show　that　a　famous　banker；　after　driving　post…horses　to　death

between　Waterloo　and　Paris　（everybody　knows　whyhe　gained　what　the

Emperor　had　lost；　a　commission！）　carried　the　fatal　news　only　three

hours　in　advance　of　rumor。　So；　not　an　hour　after　the　encounter　between

old　mother　Tonsard　and　Vatel；　a　number　of　the　customers　of　the　Grand…

I…Vert　assembled　there　to　hear　the　tale。



The　first　to　come　was　Courtecuisse；　in　whom　you　would　scarcely　have

recognized　the　once　jovial　forester；　the　rubicund　do…nothing；　whose

wife　made　his　morning　coffee　as　we　have　before　seen。　Aged；　and　thin；

and　haggard；　he　presented　to　all　eyes　a　lesson　that　no　one　learned。

〃He　tried　to　climb　higher　than　the　ladder；〃　was　what　his　neighbors

said　when　others　pitied　him　and　blamed　Rigou。　〃He　wanted　to　be　a

bourgeois　himself。〃



In　fact；　Courtecuisse　did　intend　to　pass　for　a　bourgeois　in　buying　the

Bachelerie；　and　he　even　boasted　of　it；　though　his　wife　went　about　the

roads　gathering　up　the　horse…droppings。　She　and　Courtecuisse　got　up

before　daylight；　dug　their　garden；　which　was　richly　manured；　and

obtained　several　yearly　crops　from　it；　without　being　able　to　do　more

than　pay　the　interest　due　to　Rigou　for　the　rest　of　the　purchase…money。

Their　daughter；　who　was　living　at　service　in　Auxerre；　sent　them　her

wages；　but　in　spite　of　all　their　efforts；　in　spite　of　this　help；　the

last　day　for　the　final　payment　was　approaching；　and　not　a　penny　in

hand　with　which　to　meet　it。　Madame　Courtecuisse；　who　in　former　times

occasionally　allowed　herself　a　bottle　of　boiled　wine　or　a　bit　of　roast

meat；　now　drank　nothing　but　water。　Courtecuisse　was　afraid　to　go　to

the　Grand…I…Vert　lest　he　should　have　to　leave　three　sous　behind　him。

Deprived　of　power；　he　had　lost　his　privilege　of　free　drinks；　and　he

bitterly　complained；　like　all　other　fools；　of　man's　ingratitude。　In

short；　he　found；　according　to　the　experience　of　all　peasants　bitten

with　the　demon　of　proprietorship；　that　toil　had　increased　and　food

decreased。



〃Courtecuisse　has　done　too　much　to　the　property；〃　the　people　said；

secretly　envying　his　position。　〃He　ought　to　have　waited　till　he　had

paid　the　money　down　and　was　master　before　he　put　up　those　fruit

palings。〃



With　the　help　of　his　wife　he　had　managed　to　manure　and　cultivate　the

three　acres　of　land　sold　to　him　by　Rigou；　together　with　the　garden

adjoining　the　house；　which　was　beginning　to　be　productive；　and　he　was

in　danger　of　being　turned　out　of　it　all。　Clothed　in　rags　like

Fourchon；　poor　Courtecuisse；　who　lately　wore　the　boots　and　gaiters　of

a　huntsman；　now　thrust　his　feet　into　sabots　and　accused　〃the　rich〃　of

Les　Aigues　of　having　caused　his　destitution。　These　wearing　anxieties

had　given　to　the　fat　little　man　and　his　once　smiling　and　rosy　face　a

gloomy　and　dazed　expression；　as　though　he　were　ill　from　the　effects　of

poison　or　with　some　chronic　malady。



〃What's　the　matter　with　you；　Monsieur　Courtecuisse；　is　your　tongue

tied？〃　asked　Tonsard；　as　the　man　continued　silent　after　he　had　told

him　about　the　battle　which　had　just　taken　place。



〃No；　no！〃　cried　Madame　Tonsard；　〃he　needn't　complain　of　the　midwife

who　cut　his　string；she　made　a　good　job　of　it。〃



〃It　is　enough　to　make　a　man　dumb；　thinking　from　morning　till　night　of

some　way　to　escape　Rigou；〃　said　the　premature　old　man；　gloomily。



〃Bah！〃　said　old　Mother　Tonsard；　〃you've　got　a　pretty　daughter；

seventeen　years　old。　If　she's　a　good　girl　you　can　easily　manage

matters　with　that　old　jail　bird〃



〃We　sent　her　to　Auxerre　two　years　ago　to　Madame　Mariotte　the　elder；　to

keep　her　out　of　harm's　way；　I'd　rather　die　than〃



〃What　a　fool　you　are！〃　said　Tonsard；　〃look　at　my　girls；are　they　any

the　worse？　He　who　dares　to　say　they　are　not　as　virtuous　as　marble

images　will　have　to　do　with　my　gun。〃



〃It'll　be　hard　to　have　to　come　to　that；〃　said　Courtecuisse；　shaking

his　head。　〃I'd　rather　earn　the　money　by　shooting　one　of　those

Arminacs。〃



〃Well；　I　call　it　better　for　a　girl　to　save　a　father　than　to　wrap　up

her　virtue　and　let　it　mildew；〃　retorted　the　innkeeper。



Tonsard　felt　a　sharp　tap　on　his　shoulder；　delivered　by　Pere　Niseron。



〃That　is　not　a　right　thing　to　say！〃　cried　the　old　man。　〃A　father　is

the　guardian　of　the　honor　of　his　family。　It　is　by　behaving　as　you　do

that　scorn　and　contempt　are　brought　upon　us；　it　is　because　of　such

conduct　that　the　People　are　accused　of　being　unfit　for　liberty。　The

People　should　set　an　example　of　civic　virtue　and　honor　to　the　rich。

You　all　sell　yourselves　to　Rigou　for　gold；　and　if　you　don't　sell　him

your　daughters；　at　any　rate　you　sell　him　your　honor；and　it's　wrong。〃



〃Just　see　what　a　position　Courtecuisse　is　in；〃　said　Tonsard。



〃See　what　a　position　I　am　in；〃　replied　Pere　Niseron；　〃but　I　sleep　in

peace；　there　are　no　thorns　in　my　pillow。〃



〃Let　him　talk；　Tonsard；〃　whispered　his　wife；　〃you　know　they're　just

HIS　NOTIONS；　poor　dear　man。〃



Bonnebault　and　Marie；　Catherine　and　her　brother　came　in　at　this　moment

in　a　state　of　exasperation；　which　had　begun　with　Nicolas's　failure；

and　was　raised　to　the　highest　pitch　by　Michaud's　advice　to　the

countess　about　Bonnebault。　As　Nicolas　entered　the　tavern　he　was

uttering　frightful　threats　against　the　Michaud　family　and　Les　Aigues。



〃The　harvest's　coming；　well；　I　vow　I'll　not　go　before　I've　lighted　my

pipe　at　their　wheat…stacks；〃　he　cried；　striking　his　fist　on　the　table

as　he　sat　down。



〃Mustn't　yelp　like　that　before　people；〃　said　Godain；　showing　him　Pere

Niseron。



〃If　the　old　fellow　tells；　I'll　wring　his　neck；〃　said　Catherine。　〃He's

had　his　day；　that　old　peddler　of　foolish　reasons！　They　call　him

virtuous；　it's　his　temperament　that　keeps　him　so；　that's　all。〃



Strange　and　noteworthy　sight！that　of　those　lifted　heads；　that　group

of　persons　gathered　in　the　reeking　hovel；　while　old　Mother　Tonsard

stood　sentinel　at　the　door　as　security　for　the　secret　words　of　the

drinkers。



Of　all　those　faces；　that　of　Godain；　Catherine's　suitor；　was　perhaps

the　most　alarming；　though　the　least　pronounced。　Godain；a　miser

without　money；the　cruelest　of　misers；　for　he　who　seeks　money　surely

takes　precedence　of　him　who　hoards　it；　one　turning　his　eagerness

within　himself；　the　other　looking　outside　with　terrible　intentness；

Godain　represented　the　type　of　the　majority　of　peasant　faces。



He　was　a　journeyman；　small　in　frame；　and　saved　from　the　draft　by　not

attaining　the　required　military　height；　naturally　lean　and　made　more

so　by　hard　work　and　the　enforced　sobriety　under　which　reluctant

workers　like　Courtecuisse　succumb。　His　face　was　no　bigger　than　a　man's

fist；　and　was　lighted　by　a　pair　of　yellow　eyes　with　greenish　strips

and　brown　spots；　in　which　a　thirst　for　the　possession　of　property　was

mingled　with　a　concupiscence　which　had　no　heat；for　desire；　once　at

the　boiling…point；　had　now　stiffened　like　lava。　His　skin；　brown　as

that　of　a　mummy；　was　glued　to　his　temples。　His　scanty　beard　bristled

among　his　wrinkles　like　stubble　in　the　furrows。　Godain　never

perspired；　he　reabsorbed　his　substance。　His　hairy　hands；　formed　like

claws；　nervous；　never　still；　seemed　to　be　made　of　old　wood。　Though

scarcely　twenty…seven　years　of　age；　white　lines　were　beginning　to　show

in　his　rusty　black　hair。　He　wore　a　blouse；　through　the　breast　opening

of　which　could　be　seen　a　shirt　of　coarse　linen；　so　black　that　he　must

have　worn　it　a　month　and　washed　it　himself　in　the　Thune。　His　sabots

were　mended　with　old　iron。　The　original　stuff　of　his　trousers　was

unrecognizable　from　the　darns　and　the　infinite　number　of　patches。　On

his　head　was　a　horrible　cap；　evidently　cast　off　and　picked　up　in　the

doorway　of　some　bourgeois　house　in　Ville…aux…Fayes。



Clear…sighted　enough　to　estimate　the　elements　of　good　fortune　that

centred　in　Catherine　Tonsard；　his　ambition　was　to　succeed　her　father

at　the　Grand…I…Vert。　He　made　use　of　all　his　craftiness　and　all　his

actual　powers　to　capture　her；　he　promised　her　wealth；　he　also　promised

her　the　license　her　mother　had　enjoyed；　besides　this；　he　offered　his

prospective　father…in…law　an　enormous　rental；　five　hundred　francs　a

year；　for　his　inn；　until　he　could　buy　him　out；　trusting　to　an

agreement　he　had　made　with　Monsieur　Brunet　to　pay　these　costs　by　notes

on　stamped　paper。　By　trade　a　journeyman　tool…maker；　this　gnome　worked

fo