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When he saw the mayor, he got up, took off his cap, and said: "Good-morning, Maitre Cacheux"; and then he remained standing, timid and embarrassed. "What do you want?" the former said. "This is it, monsieur. Is it true that somebody stole one of your rabbits last week?" "Yes, it is quite true, Severin." "Who stole the rabbit?" "Polyte Ancas, the laborer." "Right! right!
"It must be that fellow, Polyte." His wife got up suddenly and said in a furious voice: "He did it! he did it! You need not look for any one else. He did it! You have said it, Cacheux!"
She turned round so suddenly that she found herself sitting on the floor, and looking at her husband with distressed eyes, she said: "What is it, Cacheux? Somebody has stolen a rabbit?" "The big gray one." She sighed. "What a shame! Who can have done it?" She was a little, thin, active, neat woman, who knew all about farming. Lecacheur had his own ideas about the matter.
"It must be that fellow, Polyte." His wife got up suddenly and said in a furious voice: "He did it! he did it! You need not look for any one else. He did it! You have said it, Cacheux!"
"Of course I do." "Oh! Then just tell me, M'sieu Cacheux, has my wife the right to go to bed with Polyte?" "What, to go to bed with Polyte?" "Yes, has she any right before the law, and, seeing that she is my wife, to go to bed with Polyte?" "Why, of course not, of course not." "If I catch him there again, shall I have the right to thrash him and her also?" "Why why why, yes."
When he saw the mayor, he got up, took off his cap, and said: "Good morning, Maître Cacheux;" and then he remained standing, timid and embarrassed. "What do you want?" the former said. "This is it, Monsieur. Is it true that somebody stole one of your rabbits last week?" "Yes, it is quite true, Severin." "Who stole the rabbit?" "Polyte Ancas, the laborer." "Right! right!
I was left by myself with nothing but my clothes, for I was in debt to the apothecary and the doctor and for the funeral of the three, and had to pay what I owed with the furniture." "After that I went as a servant to the house of Mait'e Cacheux you know him well the cripple. I was just fifteen at the time, for you went away when I was not quite fourteen. I tripped with him.
"It must be that fellow Polyte." His wife got up suddenly and said in a furious voice: "He did it! he did it! You need not look for anyone else. He did it! You have said it, Cacheux!"
She turned round so quickly that she found herself sitting on the floor, and looking at her husband with distressed eyes, she said: "What is it, Cacheux! Somebody has stolen a rabbit?" "The big gray one." She sighed. "How sad! Who can have done it?" She was a little, thin, active, neat woman, who knew all about farming, and Lecacheur had his own ideas about the matter.
That is over, and we will not say any more about it; but if I catch them again ... by G d if I catch them again, I will make them lose all taste for such nonsense, Maître Cacheux, as sure as my name is Severin ..."
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