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Updated: June 8, 2025
They walked in the garden together, always speaking of Virginia, and asking each other if such and such a thing would have pleased her, and what she would probably have said on this or that occasion. All her little belongings were put away in a closet of the room which held the two little beds. But Madame Aubain looked them over as little as possible.
The girl did not know very much, but appeared so willing and so modest in her requirements, that Madame Aubain finally said: "Very well, I will give you a trial." And half an hour later Felicite was installed in her house. At first she lived in a constant anxiety that was caused by "the style of the household" and the memory of "Monsieur," that hovered over everything.
The flower-beds were bright with blossoms. Felicite watered their leaves, renewed the gravel, and knelt on the ground in order to till the earth properly. When Madame Aubain was able to visit the cemetery she felt very much relieved and consoled. Years passed, all alike and marked by no other events than the return of the great church holidays: Easter, Assumption, All Saints' Day.
But the wagon-shed was fast crumbling to ruins. Madame Aubain said that she would attend to it, and then gave orders to have the horses saddled. It took another thirty minutes to reach Trouville.
For half a century the housewives of Pont-l'Eveque had envied Madame Aubain her servant Felicite. For a hundred francs a year, she cooked and did the housework, washed, ironed, mended, harnessed the horse, fattened the poultry, made the butter and remained faithful to her mistress although the latter was by no means an agreeable person.
As neither of them could read, she called upon her mistress. Madame Aubain, who was counting the stitches of her knitting, laid her work down beside her, opened the letter, started, and in a low tone and with a searching look said: "They tell you of a misfortune. Your nephew ." He had died. The letter told nothing more.
Her foolishness annoyed Madame Aubain, who, moreover did not like the nephew's familiarity, for he called her son "thou"; and, as Virginia began to cough and the season was over, she decided to return to Pont-l'Eveque. Monsieur Bourais assisted her in the choice of a college. The one at Caen was considered the best.
Félicité would take slices of cold meat from the lunch basket and they would sit down and eat in a room next to the dairy. This room was all that remained of a cottage that had been torn down. The dilapidated wall-paper trembled in the drafts. Madame Aubain, overwhelmed by recollections, would hang her head, while the children were afraid to open their mouths.
The flower-beds were bright with blossoms. Félicité watered their leaves, renewed the gravel, and knelt on the ground in order to till the earth properly. When Madame Aubain was able to visit the cemetery she felt very much relieved and consoled. Years passed, all alike and marked by no other events than the return of the great church holidays: Easter, Assumption, All Saints' Day.
The baggage was sent the day before on Liebard's cart. On the following morning, he brought around two horses, one of which had a woman's saddle with a velveteen back to it, while on the crupper of the other was a rolled shawl that was to be used for a seat. Madame Aubain mounted the second horse, behind Liebard.
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