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The spreading apple trees covered the court with a shower of blossoms which rained unceasingly both upon people and upon the grass. "I said: 'Well, Madame Lecacheur, have you a room for me? "Astonished to find that I knew her name, she answered: "'That depends; everything is let, but all the same I can find out."
Mother Lecacheur, anxious to examine the thing for herself, went and looked down the hole. She returned announcing that one could see clearly something in the well, something altogether unusual. But this, no doubt, was pottles of straw, which, out of spite, had been cast down it by a neighbor.
I can remember that I showed it to a cow that was browsing by the wayside, exclaiming as I did so: 'Look at that, my old beauty; you will not often see its like again. "When I had reached the house I immediately called out to Mother Lecacheur, shouting with all my might: "'Hullo, there! Mrs. Landlady, come here and look at this.
"Whenever I caught sight of one of these individuals in a hotel I fled like the birds who see a scarecrow in a field. "This woman, however, appeared so very singular that she did not displease me. "Madame Lecacheur, hostile by instinct to everything that was not rustic, felt in her narrow soul a kind of hatred for the ecstatic declarations of the old maid.
The gendarme smiled, pleased at his chief's idea, and Lecacheur also smiled now, for the affair of the shepherd struck him as very funny; deceived husbands are always a joke. Twelve o'clock had just struck when the brigadier, followed by his man, knocked gently three times at the door of a little lonely house, situated at the corner of a wood, five hundred yards from the village.
A week later, as the affair had made much stir, Lecacheur, on going into the mairie to consult the schoolmaster, was told that the shepherd Severin had been waiting for him for more than an hour, and he found him sitting on a chair in a corner, with his stick between his legs.
I myself never called her anything now but 'the demoniac, experiencing a singular pleasure in pronouncing aloud this word on perceiving her. "One day I asked Mother Lecacheur: 'Well, what is our demoniac about to-day? "To which my rustic friend replied with a shocked air: "'What do you think, sir?
Old Lecacheur appeared at the door of his house at his usual hour, between five and a quarter past five in the morning, to look after his men who were going to work.
A slight, almost imperceptible, movement of the head and an English word, murmured so low that I did not understand it, were her only acknowledgments. "I ceased occupying myself with her, although she had disturbed my thoughts. "At the end of three days I knew as much about her as did Madame Lecacheur herself. "She was called Miss Harriet.
The curé, who had been consulted by Madame Lecacheur, responded: "She is a heretic, but God does not wish the death of the sinner, and I believe her to be a person of pure morals." These words, "Atheist," "Heretic," words which no one can precisely define, threw doubts into some minds.
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