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It was only later, when two priests from the mission came hurrying forward, that we were greeted by cordial speech. These invited a few of us to become guests at the mission house, and assigned the remainder of our party to vacant huts. Cassion, Chevet, and Père Allouez accompanied me as I walked beside a young priest up the beaten path, but De Artigny was left behind with the men.
One day, returning from your government office, after lingering for a long time before the rich and tasteful book shop of Chevet, hovering in suspense between the hundred francs of expense, and the joys of a Strasbourg pate de fois gras, you are struck dumb on finding this pate proudly installed on the sideboard of your dining-room. Is this the vision offered by some gastronomic mirage?
Come, we have lost time already, and the canoes wait." "You would go at once?" I asked, startled at his haste, "without even waiting until he is buried?" "And why not? To wait will cost us a day; nor, so far as I can see, would it be of the slightest value to Hugo Chevet. The priests here will attend to the ceremony, and this handful of silver will buy him prayers.
"'Tis not so much Chevet I seek," he said, showing no inclination to pass me, "but one whom I understood was his guest Monsieur Francois Cassion." "The man is here," I answered quickly, yet unable to conceal my surprise, "but you will find him no friend to Sieur de la Salle." "Ah!" and he stared at me intently. "In the name of the saints, what is the meaning of this? You know me then?"
No sooner had I entered Aix than I went to the chapel.... The effect of the great "portail" is not striking; the façade displays the different styles of architecture Roman, Gothic, and modern without order, and consequently, without grandeur; but if, on the contrary, we arrive at the chapel by Chevet, the result is otherwise.
By threat he compelled me to marry Francois Cassion, and accompany him on this journey into the wilderness." "The ceremony was performed by a priest?" "By Père le Guard, the Governor's chaplain." "And Hugo Chevet, your uncle? Did he remain silent? make no protest?" I gave a gesture of despair. "He! Never did he even conceive what occurred, until I told him later on the river.
"No, no, Chevet," a voice answered testily, "Sieur Louis de Artigny has not stepped foot on ground these ten years; 'tis his brat Rene who serves this freebooter, though 'tis like enough the father hath money in the venture." And they fell to discussing, sneering at the value of the discovery, while I slipped unnoticed from the room.
"He has not spoken, save to Chevet; yet it is seemingly all arranged without my being approached." "A coward's way. Chevet told you?" "Three days ago, Monsieur, after you were there, and Cassion had departed. It may have been that your being seen with me hastened the plan.
I should tell him, tell him all; and he must judge my conduct from my own words, and not those of another. In some manner I must keep him away from Cassion ay, and from Chevet until opportunity came for me to first communicate with him. I was a woman, and some instinct of my nature told me that Sieur de Artigny held me in high esteem.
"The three years have changed you greatly, my child," she said gently, touching my cheeks with her soft hands; "but bright as your eyes are, it is not all pleasure I see in them. You must tell me of your life. The older man, I take it, was your uncle, Monsieur Chevet." "Yes," I answered, but hesitated to add more. "He is much as I had pictured him, a bear of the woods."
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