place. He approached her, and as he put his tool into her hand I heard him say:
“Well, if I cannot have the daughter, I will the mother.”
Annette had quite forgiven his faithless behavior, and sealed his pardon on the wreck of my unlucky bed.
“Very good,” said the monk as soon as he had recovered his breath, “do you think I do it as well as Silas?”
“What do you mean by that?” said she. “Do you think I have done anything with him?
“The little rascal has hid himself under my bed, and there let him be till Ambrose comes home: I warrant him, he shall have his hide well tanned.”
“Come, come, Annette,” said the monk, “let us have no disagreement; you know very well he cannot always stay here, and he is big enough now, isn't he? I shall take him with me when I go.”
“I think you had better,” replied Annette; “for if the little scamp remains here, you and I can do nothing; I fear he has discovered us already. Most positively he has,” continued she, as she cast her eye on the hole in the partition; “good heavens! I never saw that before; no doubt the young dog has been watching us.”
I was afraid she would come to examine me on that subject, so I retreated as far as possible under the bed, and remained there, though I was very curious to hear the conclusion of a dialogue which so closely concerned me. I was not long in suspense, for I soon felt some one pulling me from my hiding place, and was fearful of its being Ambrose. If he had seen me there, I should have found myself in a rather awkward position.
It turned out however, to be Annette, who brought my clothes, and ordered me to dress immediately, which I did, quite regardless of the lecture she was giving me all the while. When she had duly arranged her own toilette, she said:
“Come, my boy, you must go with me to the rectory.”
I did not much like this news, for the good priest had rather too often given me most striking proofs of his affection, and I rather feared that I was to do penance there for my recent conduct.
We arrived, and I found my apprehensions groundless; Annette presented me to the holy man, and requested him to let me abide some few days in his family. Prom this I concluded that when Father Polycarp returned to his convent, he would take me with him.
The good priest in whose family I was thus domesticated, was one of those curious specimens of humanity that one cannot look at without laughing. He was about four feet high; and his face was enormously out of proportion with his stature, being at least a foot wide and of a rubicundity not to be produced by drinking water; a Negro-like nose, somewhat carbuncled, little black lively eyes, a narrow forehead, and a curly black beard, completed the portrait of the reverend gentleman. Though appearances were rather against him, he had not been altogether unfortunate among the ladies, if we might believe rumors afloat in the village. It is said that he had other qualities which do not meet the public eye, that rendered him a favorite with his female friends.
I must now say a word of his most respectable housekeeper. Madame Francoise was an ugly old witch, as malicious as an ape, and as wicked as the devil himself. She was about sixty, but would not own to more than forty; she had been with his Reverence some fifteen years, and had contracted the habit of always indentifying herself with him, by continually making use of the plural pronoun we. If any one came to order a mass for his dead or living relations, after receiving the cash, her answer was-“We will say it as you desire”; and if sufficient remuneration was not offered the reply was-“We cannot do it.”
Beneath the shade of the flag that united Francoise and her master, grew up a young woman, who passed as the niece of his Reverence, though she could have claimed a nearer relationship.
She was a great full-faced damsel, a little marked with the smallpox, very fair complexion, and fine neck and bosom; her nose closely resembled the rector's, barring the carbuncles, which had not yet burst forth, but promised fair at no very distant time; her eyes were small but shining. As for her hair, it might very well have passed for red, but as that is a proscribed color, and auburn is more fashionable, she called it auburn; but whether red or auburn was a matter of small importance to a certain priggish student, who often came to pass eight or ten days at the rectory, less for friendship towards the rector than his charming niece.
This young lady who passed under the name of Miss Nicole, was much liked by all the boarders of her worthy uncle's school. The day scholars, of whom I had long been one, were also eager to share in her good graces; big boys succeeded very well, but it was quite the contrary with the little ones, among whom unfortunately I was reckoned. I several times attempted to gain my point with the damsel, but my age was against me; and all my protestations that my face only was young, advanced me nothing, and to fill up the measure of my woes, Madame Francoise was made acquainted with my amorous propensities; who imparted her knowledge to the rector, who did not spare me. I was enraged at being so little, for I saw that all my sorrows sprang from it.
I grew quite disgusted with the difficulties I experienced with Miss Nicole; the repulses of the niece and the floggings of the uncle were rather too much for me; but my desires were not eradicated; they were only concealed, and the presence of Nicole served to arouse them. Nothing but an opportunity was wanting to make them burst forth, nor was it long before it arrived; but the order of things obliges me to turn to other subjects.
My reader will remember that the morrow of the eventful day which has so long occupied his attention was appointed for my second visit to Madame Dinville. I anticipated the pleasure I should enjoy from meeting my dear Susan, far more than that of visiting her godmother.
“At the chateau,” thought I, “are some sweet shady plantations, where I will induce her to go. The little jade is amorous enough, and will, no doubt, readily follow me. In that sweet solitude we shall have nothing to fear from rotten bedsteads or jealous mothers.” These agreeable ideas occupied my thoughts as I walked to the chateau. When I entered, everything appeared wondrous still, and I passed through several apartments without seeing any person. As I entered the rooms, one after the other, my heart beat high with the expectation of seeing my Susan; but I saw her not. At last I came to a chamber the door of which was shut; but as the key was outside, I had not gone thus far for nothing; so I opened the door, and was a little startled at the sight of a bed, which I thought was unoccupied. I immediately heard a woman's voice asking who was at the door, which I recognised as Madame Dinville's. I turned to go back, but she prevented me by crying out:
“What is it my little Silas? Come and embrace me, my darling.”
I was now as bold as I had been bashful, and rushed into her arms.
“I like,” said she to me, with a satisfied air, “a young lad that knows how to be punctual.”
Scarcely had she finished speaking, before I saw a foppish little personage enter the chamber from the dressing-room, singing, or more properly murdering the air of a new and popular song, marking each cadence by a pirouette that corresponded marvelously well with the singular tones of his voice. At the sudden apparition of this modern Amphion (it was an abbe), I blushed for myself and Madame Dinville, and was suspicious that I had, by coming upon them unexpectedly, somewhat inconvenienced a party that cannot be agreeably composed of more than two persons, for I had no idea that a man could desire the company of a woman for any other reason than the one which was always uppermost in my own head.
I examined him with great attention, and reflecting that he was an abbe, I sought to discover in what he differed from other people. My understanding of the word abbe was very imperfect; as I fancied that they must all resemble the rector or his curate; and could hardly reconcile their steady deportment with the singular extravagances of the gentleman before me.
This diminutive Adonis, called the Abbe Filot, was receiver of taxes at the neighboring town, and was very rich, God knows by what means. Like most of the fools of his order, his learning was very inferior to his impudence. He had followed Madame Dinville to her country-seat to contribute to her amusement.
The lady rang the bell, and I heard some one enter; it was Susan. My heart leaped for joy at thus finding my hopes realised. She did not see me at first, as the curtain of the bed on which Madame had made me sit down partially concealed me; I may observe, en passant, that the abbe was rather jealous of the liberty that the kind lady had given me, and seemed to think it very bad taste on her part.
When Susan approached the bed, she saw me, and her beautiful cheeks were instantly suffused with a blush; she cast down her eyes, and could not speak for agitation. I was in a condition very little differing from hers, excepting that instead of looking at the floor, my eyes were intently fixed on her. Though the charms of Madame Dinville were not to be condemned, I should most certainly have decided for Susan-had it not been that I felt very uncertain of success with her, while with her godmother everything promised a prompt fruition of my desires. When Susan received a message for the chambermaid, she went out, and my attention was devoted wholly to Madame Dinville. I did not at first perceive that while my thoughts were debating the question relative to Susan
