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What! it was not the Abbé Fortin then? -No, Monsieur le Curé, it was the Abbé Braqueminet. And how did he go to work to have your innocence? Ah, he was a very clever man. First he knew how to inspire affection, he was so kind to me. It was I who managed everything. I was mistress of all, although so young, and, pray believe me, everything proceeded well.
I thanked Monsieur Braqueminet with all my soul, and told him that as he wanted me to be his niece, I would remain his niece all my life. "That is agreed," he said to me, "you shall keep my little house for me, and I will take another maid-servant for the heavy work only." For he was so nice to me that he would not allow me to fatigue myself in anything.
Thirty-nine, corrected Veronica, who was past forty-five. Reason the more. That is true, Monsieur le Curé, but I began early. At fifteen I went to the Abbé Braqueminet's. I was acquainted with a Braqueminet, who was Bishop in partibus. A very worthy prelate. That he is, sir; he went to America. Come! this is too much, Veronica; you want to make a fool of me.
Monsieur Braqueminet, he undertook to give her the Sacrament.... Yes, he undertook it, that man!... But was she really his niece? Yes, sir, his own sister's daughter. I have had proofs of it; do you think I should have gone away, without that? This sister hated me, and I thoroughly returned it; but when I saw her daughter arrive, I said to myself: I am well revenged.
That is the noble, the lofty, the meritorious thing. Resist temptation, everything lies in that. Everything lies in that, I know it well; but what would you? I had lost my head entirely like Monsieur Braqueminet. And I did not know what he wanted, or what he was going to do. I only understood when it was too late.
She was servant to Monsieur Braqueminet, who was then at Mirecourt. She placed me at first with a lady who made me look after her little children. At the end of a year Monsieur l'Abbé had a change, and went away to a village near Saint-Dié.
Ah, Veronica, you singular woman, you have made me quite beside myself with your stories. It was you who wished it. The Abbé Fortin! the Abbé Braqueminet! God of heaven! and who besides? The Abbé Marcel! Yes, it is true, I also ... I have been on the point of transgressing. Ah! temptation is sometimes very strong, Veronica, my good Veronica; the noble thing is to resist.
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