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Updated: June 26, 2025
So the end of June found them settled comfortably enough in the Hotel du Passage just across the bay from Douarnenez, where the great one had his studio. Milly, who usually had some difficulty in adjusting herself to a new situation and missed the freedoms of her own house, took to Klerac after the first few days of strangeness.
Go to his uncle and tell him that he must remove himself for ever from the situation? Demand it, force it? Impossible this was Europe. They arrived at Douarnenez. The diligence had gone. A fishing-boat was starting for Audierne. He decided to go by it.
Gaston and Andree came, of choice, with a courier in a racketing old diligence from Douarnenez, and they laughed with delight, tired as they were, at the new quarters. It must be a gipsy kind of existence at the most. There were rooms for Jacques and Annette, who at once set to work with the help of a little Breton maid.
At the present day it must be enormously larger. I remember well the exceeding plentifulness of the little fishes none of them so large as many of those which now fill the so-called sardine boxes when I was at Douarnenez in 1839. All the men, women, and children in the place seemed to be feasting upon them all day long.
He was to go back to Douarnenez by the little boat that brought him, and at seven o'clock in the morning he watched the mists of England recede. He chanced to put his hand into a light overcoat which he had got at his chambers before he started. He drew out a paper, the one discovered in the solicitor's office in London.
"Will Jacques go too?" "No." An hour later he passed Delia and her father on the road to Douarnenez. He did not recognise them, but Delia, seeing him, shrank away in a corner of the carriage, trembling. Jacques had wished to go to London with Gaston, but had been denied. He was to care for the horses.
The following week Yves de Cornault rode back to Kerfol, sent for his vassals and tenants, and told them he was to be married at All Saints to Anne de Barrigan of Douarnenez. And on All Saints' Day the marriage took place. As to the next few years, the evidence on both sides seems to show that they passed happily for the couple.
"After walking steadily for fifteen or twenty days and visiting the Cotes-du-Nord and part of Finistere we reached Douarnenez.
It was difficult to separate here on the quay: they must all walk together to the hotel. Gaston turned to speak to Andree, but she was gone. She had saved the situation. The three spoke little, and then but formally, as they walked to the hotel. Mr. Gasgoyne said that they would leave by train for Paris the next day, going to Douarnenez that evening. They had saved nothing from the yacht.
Some people said he had never looked at a woman since his wife's death; but such things are hard to prove, and the evidence on this point was not worth much. Well, in his sixty-second year, Yves de Cornault went to the pardon at Locronan, and saw there a young lady of Douarnenez, who had ridden over pillion behind her father to do her duty to the saint.
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