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I don't care if, even, I come to be your servant, but, for the sake of God, love me the best." He smiled triumphantly over her hidden face and lightly kissed her dark hair. "Good, there you shew sense! But, tell me, you can't be really jealous if you're willing for me to marry Blaisette? Why, you might even let out about what goes on in this Haunted House, just to vex me.
It's as good as if she was his wife now you've seen the cart taking the linen to Orvillière. Don't be vexed with me. It's for your good I speak. You know how I love you, Ellenor." "Bah, who cares for your love! I was a fool to tell you the amusing thing I've seen. And I tell you, once more, he don't love Blaisette Simon." "Well, have it your own way! I've nothing more to say about the marriage.
But the wind had its revenge, for it blew across the country roads pretty young Blaisette, the daughter of Colomberie, who was going out to spend the evening; and who struggled with all her healthy vigour against the impertinent buffetting of the bleak north-wester.
Every woman had brought gâche, biscuits and special vraicquing cakes: while the rich farmers had provided a plentiful supply of cider which had been brought down in little barrels swung to the carts. It was a merry time, and Blaisette Le Mierre was looked upon as the queen of the feast. Very few spoke to Ellenor, for she was shunned as a marked character.
She was the nearest woman relation of Blaisette Simon, and she was carrying a looking glass. I knew what all those things meant a marriage soon to take place. So I looked again, and I saw that the man who was leading the cart was Dominic Le Mierre, the master of Orvillière, and he turned down the hill that leads to the farm.
He didn't see me him he was chatting and laughing with the girl cousin of Blaisette, and telling her not to let the looking glass fall, or that would be bad luck. Now, Perrin Corbet, tell me, what do you think all that means?" She breathed quickly and turned her face away from him.
Her lips were black with fever. She cried, in a voice like a thread, for water, water!" "God in heaven! and you love this brute yet?" She hid her face for a moment. "Hush, I've not finished! I did my best for her, poor Blaisette. For a minute she knew me and she tried to thank me; and very soon she fell asleep." "And he came back at midnight?"
Jealousy sharpened her eyesight, she thought she could see the white hand of Blaisette slip through Dominic's arm. It was too much. She turned away and looked out to sea, blinded by tears. The red sail of Cartier's boat fluttered in the breeze that blew from the land, and with swift grace the little craft came into harbour.
As she made this resolution, a murmur of almost horror reached her from outside the church. She hastened to the porch in time to see that Blaisette was crying. "What is it?" she whispered to Perrin Corbet, who, all unnoticed, had kept close to her during the ceremony. "It's that she has remembered suddenly she came to the church a different way from what she does on Sundays.
He heard, quite distinctly, the sharp click of a horse's hoof. It had rung through his drunken sleep like a knell. He had dreamt he heard again the passing bell that had tolled for Blaisette. All at once the click passed into a smothered sound of pounding and slushing. The horse had left the high road and must be on the moorland!
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