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He had quarrelled with Bigot, and had conquered, but at great cost; for Bigot had such power, and the Governor had trouble enough to care for himself against Bigot, though he was Beaugard's friend. "Well, there was a good lump of a fellow who had been a soldier, and he picked out a girl in the Seigneury of Beaugard to make his wife.
I have you here, as your Seigneur, but I have you here as a man who will "He sat down by her at that point, and whispered softly in her ear; at which she gave a cry which had both gladness and pain. 'Surely, even that, he said, catching her to his breast. 'And the Baron of Beaugard never broke his word. What should be her reply? Does not a woman when she truly loves always believe?
He might have sold the thing for many louis, and yet he brought it to me; and he would not go till he had seen me sitting on it, muffling my hands and face in the soft fur. Just now, as I am writing, I glance at the table where I sit a small brown table of oak, carved with the name of Felise, Baroness of Beaugard.
And all the time there was Falise with the Baron very quiet and sweet and fine to see, and going to Chapel every day, and to Mass on Sundays which no one could understand, any more than they could see why she should be called the Baroness of Beaugard; for had they all not seen her married to Garoche? And there were many people who thought her vile. Yet truly, at heart, she was not so not at all.
At the very hour of the wedding Beaugard came by, for, the church was in mending, and he had given leave it should be in his own chapel. Well, he rode by just as the bride was coming out with the man Garoche. When Beaugard saw Falise, he gave a whistle, then spoke in his throat, reined up his horse, and got down. He fastened his eyes on the girl's.
Then there were the tales handed down, and the records of the Church for she knows the true story of every man that has come to New France from first to last. So, because I have a taste for tales, and gave him some, he told me of the Baron of Beaugard, and that time he took the right of the seigneur, and the end of it all.
Yes, there it was, the crested golden cock which had typified his own life, as he went head high, body erect, spurs giving warning, and a clarion in his throat ready to blare forth at any moment. There was the golden Cock of Beaugard in the cinders, the ashes and the dust. His chin dropped on his breast, and a cloud like a fog on the coast of Gaspe settled round him.
Yes, there it was, the crested golden cock which had typified his own life, as he went head high, body erect, spurs giving warning, and a clarion in his throat ready to blare forth at any moment. There was the golden Cock of Beaugard in the cinders, the ashes and the dust. His chin dropped on his breast, and a cloud like a fog on the coast of Gaspe settled round him.
"I'll never forget what you've said and done this morning, Virginie Poucette," he declared; "and if I break the back of the trouble that's in my way, and come out cock o' the walk again" the gold Cock of Beaugard in the ruins near and the clarion of the bantam of his barnyard were in his mind and ears "it'll be partly because of you. I hug that thought to me."
'You will accept the roof and bed of Beaugard to-night, my man, he said, 'and come to me here at nine tomorrow morning. Garoche stared hard for an instant. 'Stay here! said Garoche, 'Falise and me stay here in the Manor, M'sieu' le Baron! 'Here, even here, Garoche; so good-night to you, said the Baron. Garoche turned towards the girl. 'Then come, Falise, he said, and reached out his hand.
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