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"And now, Jacques," she added somewhat hurriedly, "I must leave you, and quickly; I can hear the steps of M. d'Anquetil descending the stairs."
He did it in the following words: "Know then, my dear boy, that I reached the upper storey of the castle without hindrance in company with M. d'Anquetil, whom I like well enough, although rude and uncultured. His mind is possessed neither of fine knowledge nor deep curiosity. But youth's vivacity sparkleth pleasantly with him, and the ardour of his blood results in amusing sallies.
"Well, sir," said the abbe, "you'll have to take the trouble to open another bottle: we are thirsty." "With pleasure," replied M. d'Anquetil. "But, abbe, know that a gentleman does not mark points he has not made, and does not cheat at cards except at the king's card-table, round which all sorts of people are assembled, to whom one owes nothing. On any other table it is a vile action.
We shall be massacred; it is our chastisement for having sent away the little friar. Many times I have told you. M. d'Anquetil, that misfortune comes to houses from which a Capuchin has been driven. "Hear the stupid!" replied M. d'Anquetil. "That damned monk makes her believe any imbecility he chooses to dish her up. Thieves would be more polite, or at least more discreet.
"Fie! fie!" said M. d'Anquetil, "the idiot makes God Almighty interfere in dirty affairs. This shocks and wounds one's feelings, even if one is an atheist." "My dear sir," said my good tutor, "it is a great deal better to compromise God in dirty business, as does that simple-minded girl, than, as you do, to chase Him out of the world He has created.
We urged him, all of us my tutor, Catherine and I to keep quiet; we entreated him, hung on his neck. It was useless. He got hold of a candelabra and descended the stairs. Trembling we followed him. He unlocked the door. M. de la Gueritude was there, exactly as M. d'Anquetil had described him, with his periwig, between two flunkeys bearing torches.
The but too probable inconstancy of Jahel tore my heart to pieces, and I could have wished that my dear tutor had been more discreet with my rival. So I took the liberty to reproach him mildly for his disclosure of Jahel's name. "Sir," I said, "was it not somewhat imprudent to furnish such indications to a gentleman so luxurious and violent as M. d'Anquetil?"
M. Coignard slept in the lower chamber, under the stairs, in the same feather bed with the host and his wife, and all three thought they would be suffocated. M. d'Anquetil with Jahel took the upstairs room, where the bacon and the onions were suspended on hooks driven into the ceiling. I myself climbed by means of a ladder to a loft and stretched out on a bundle of straw.
I was very hungry, and when M. d'Anquetil, in company with the abbe, re-entered the dining-hall, inviting us to eat a morsel with him, I willingly sat down between Jahel and my dear old tutor. We were afraid of being followed, so after having put away three omelets and a couple of spring chickens we resumed our journey.
When I reached the door of my room, I heard heavy snoring from within. Peeping in I saw M. d'Anquetil in my bed, sleeping, his sword at the bedside, playing cards strewn all over the quilt. For a moment I felt tempted to run him through with his own sword, but the temptation did not last, and I left him sleeping.
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