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Updated: June 27, 2025
He felt his heart beating for her; but he felt that his heart was beating for all alike; girls or women, he wanted them all, he defiled them all with his thoughts. And so, after ten years of struggles, the virtue of the Curé of Althausen dissolved one evening before the naked breast of a rope-dancer, like snow before the sun.
Therefore the Curé of Althausen was offended and indignant at his uncle's cynicism, who had so crudely broached the chapter about the love of middle-aged women to him, who the evening before had abandoned himself to all the furies of a long-repressed passion, in the arms of a debauched old maid-servant.
To-morrow morning, Mademoiselle, after Mass. For ever? Perhaps. You are leaving Althausen so, without saying good-bye to your parishioners, to your friends!
I do not approve of that, I do not approve of that at all. What does that Curé of Althausen want with me? "Such were the words of the man of the Rock; his authority was too great, his wisdom too deep, not to obey him." Marcel had not heard these last words.
And he wrote three letters: one to his uncle, the other to the Comtesse, and the third to the Bishop, entreating them to excuse him, and telling them that he did not feel qualified to perform his ministry in a large town. He implored Monseigneur to leave him at Althausen and to think no more about him. But the night brings counsel.
But the Curé of Althausen had not undertaken this adventurous expedition to abandon it at the moment when he was attaining his object. Excited by the alcohol, by the dishabille of the charming young girl, and by all that he had just caught a sight of, emboldened by the night and the solitary place, he was waiting with impatience.
They have been very kind to me, and an old gentleman has even paid my coach-fare. Oh, there are good people everywhere. And you are going to Nancy? To Nancy first, then I shall rejoin the company, which ought to be at Epinal. Ridoux was listening in his corner. You know this young person then? he said. I know her through having seen her once at Althausen.
Perhaps she was but a common courtesan who, attracted by the handsome appearance and tender look of the priest, counted on speculating profitably in a clandestine intrigue. Nevertheless, he was not terrified at the prospect, and he recalled complacently the scene in the open air in the market-place at Althausen.
Rise up, my little daughter, and go and sit down there, in the corner. Come in, Gaudinet, come in then. Gaudinet put his head discreetly inside. Monseigneur, I came to inform you that the Curé of Althausen has been there for some time. There? where is that? In the cabinet. What! in the cabinet? Ah, are you mad, Gaudinet, to send people in this way into my cabinet?
Monseigneur, when questioned, summoned the Abbé Marcel who gave the examining magistrate the most satisfactory explanations, acknowledging that he was the author of the letter, and that she was a young girl whose honour he desired to save. This event did the greatest good to the reputation of the former Curé of Althausen. His discretion, his wisdom and his virtue were lauded more than ever.
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