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Updated: May 23, 2025
After a residence of twenty-one years in this poor village the worthy man, thoroughly countrified, looked, top-coat and all, exactly like the farmers about him. Under this coarse exterior Clousier hid a clear-sighted mind, given to lofty meditation on public policy, though he himself had fallen into a state of complete indifference, derived from his intimate knowledge of men and their interests.
"Not one word of God's providence in all this!" cried the rector. "Monsieur Clousier and Monsieur Roubaud are oblivious of religion. How is it with you, monsieur?" he added, turning to Gerard. "Protestant," put in Grossetete. "You guessed it," cried Veronique, looking at the rector as she took Clousier's arm to return to the salon.
"In this lamentable business, the bourgeoisie plays the same role as the pioneers of America," continued Clousier. "It buys up great estates, which the peasantry could not otherwise acquire. It cuts them up and then sells, either at auction or in small lots at private sale, to the peasants. Everything is judged by figures in these days, and I know none more eloquent than these.
The mayor looked at Monsieur Clousier in amazement. Madame Graslin, glad to find in a simple juge de paix a man whose mind was occupied with serious questions, said to Monsieur Roubaud, her neighbor, "Do you know Monsieur Clousier?" "Not rightly until to-day, madame. You are doing miracles," he answered in a whisper. "And yet, look at his brow, how noble in shape!
"Do they wish to make me regret dying?" she said to the rector. "We wish to prevent you from dying," replied Clousier. "You cannot make the dead live," she answered. Monsieur Bonnet gave her a stern look which recalled her to herself. "Let me take care of your health," said Roubaud, in a gentle, persuasive voice.
Divided and redivided, the six thousand acres of that plain will have a thousand or twelve hundred owners, and thenceforth no more horses and cattle!" "Oh! as for those days" began the mayor. "There! don't you hear the What is that to me? Monsieur Clousier talked of?" cried Monsieur Grossetete. "Taken in the act!
The indefatigable Farrabesche, Colorat, Clousier, the mayor of Montegnac, Roubaud, and others, interested either in the welfare of the neighborhood or in Madame Graslin, selected such of these laborers as seemed the poorest, or were most deserving of employment. Gerard bought for himself and for Monsieur Grossetete a thousand acres on the other side of the high-road to Montegnac.
His life, reduced to the merest necessaries, was pure and regular. The peasants loved Monsieur Clousier and respected him for the disinterested fatherly care with which he settled their differences and gave them advice in their daily affairs.
"To judge by what has happened during the past year," said Monsieur Clousier, "this change of government is simply a premium given to an evil that is sapping us, individualism.
Isn't it like the classic or traditional brow given by sculptors to Lycurgus and the Greek sages? "These ideas are threefold," continued Clousier. "You have talked of law and finance, but how is it with the government itself?
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