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Updated: June 28, 2025
Father Fouchard did things handsomely at the leave-taking, sending Silvine to the cellar for two bottles of wine and insisting that everyone should drink a glass to the extermination of the Germans.
Chancing to meet with Doctor Dalichamp of Raucourt, with whom she was acquainted, her conversation with him had been the means of bringing her to take up her abode with Father Fouchard, in whose house she had a little bedroom, in order to devote herself entirely to the care of the sufferers in the neighboring hospital. That alone, she said, would serve to quiet her bitter memories.
They had breakfasted the following morning, and Father Fouchard was alone in the kitchen when the door was thrown open and Goliah in the flesh entered the room, big and burly, with the ruddy hue of health on his face and his tranquil smile. If the old man experienced anything in the nature of a shock at the suddenness of the apparition he let no evidence of it escape him.
Then Maurice, knowing that two or three hours at all events must elapse before their regiment could move to pass the stream, said: "See here, I have an uncle not far from here you know, Uncle Fouchard, of whom you have heard me speak. His house is five or six hundred yards from here; I didn't like the idea, but as you are so hungry The deuce! the old man can't refuse us bread!"
"You would have been apt to say more yourself if you had been passed over," said Adolphe, forgetting in his passion how he had disgraced himself before de Lescure at the bridge of Fouchard. "I fear you misunderstand the purpose, which has collected here in Saumur so many men in arms," said he.
He knocked up the soldiers' guns, and raising his eyes, said entreatingly: "Come, be reasonable. Don't you know me? It is I." "Who, I?" "Maurice Levasseur, your nephew." Father Fouchard took up his candle. He recognized his nephew, beyond a doubt, but was firm in his resolve not to give so much as a glass of water. "How can I tell whether you are my nephew or not in this infernal darkness?
Among the secret cares that disturbed his mind was the question of money, for he did not suppose he could have lain there for six long weeks and not exhaust his little fortune of two hundred francs, and if Father Fouchard continued to afford him hospitality it must be that Henriette had been paying his board.
Whereupon Fouchard, now master of himself and no longer fearing that this anger might lead him into unguarded speech, once more found his tongue. "Wine! I haven't any, not a drop! The others, those fellows of Ducrot's, ate and drank all I had, robbed me of everything!" He was lying, and try to conceal it as he might the shifty expression in his great light eyes showed it.
Henri was at his post about the time at which de Lescure was preparing to cross the bridge at Fouchard.
Nothing would have pleased the peasants more than to deliver Sambuc and his band to the enemy, and they were only deterred from doing so by their fear of being shot in the back at a turn in the road some night should their attempt fail of success. It had occurred to Fouchard to inaugurate a traffic with them.
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