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Updated: June 4, 2025
Every movement betrayed intelligence; born with grace and charm, like nearly all the children of love, the noble blood of his real father came out in him. "Don't you know, Max," cried the son of a former surgeon-major named Goddet now the best doctor in the town from the other end of the table, "that Madame Hochon's goddaughter is the sister of Rouget?
The reading of the letter acted like balm; after a few quiverings, Agathe subsided into the depression which always follows such attacks. Later, when Monsieur Goddet returned to his patient he found her regretting that she had ever quitted Paris. "Well," said Madame Hochon to Monsieur Goddet, "how is Monsieur Gilet?" "His wound, though serious, is not mortal," replied the doctor.
Thereupon Lousteau-Prangin ran off to his father, the judge. Max was carried home by Cognette, young Goddet, and two other persons. Mere Cognette and Monsieur Goddet walked beside the stretcher. Those who carried the wounded man naturally looked across at Monsieur Hochon's door while waiting for Kouski to let them in, and saw Monsieur Hochon's servant sweeping the steps.
After half an hour of Spanish reflections, he spied the squirrel, which Goddet could not refrain from giving him as a guest, playing with its tail upon a cross-beam, on the middle of which rested one of the uprights that supported the roof. The Spaniard rose and turned to his watchman with a face that was as calm and cold as an Arab's.
The guests were Monsieur Heron, the four witnesses, Messieurs Mignonnet, Carpentier, Hochon, and Goddet, the mayor and the curate, Agathe Bridau, Madame Hochon, and her friend Madame Borniche, the two old ladies who laid down the law to the society of Issoudun.
I kiss you, and beg you to say to Monsieur and Madame Hochon how grieved I am at this affair; in which, however, I have had no hand, it is the result of some chance which, as yet, I do not understand." When the note reached Madame Bridau, she was suffering from a nervous attack, and the potions which Monsieur Goddet was trying to make her swallow were powerless to soothe her.
For five days after this, nothing was talked of in Issoudun but the tale of the Spaniard's barrow; it was even fated to travel abroad, as Goddet remarked, for it went the round of Berry, where the speeches of Fario and Max were repeated, and at the end of a week the affair, greatly to the Spaniard's satisfaction, was still the talk of the three departments and the subject of endless gossip.
All Max's adherents thought Philippe a "sabreur," an expression applied by soldiers to the commonest sort of courage in their superior officers, while denying that they possess the requisite qualities of a commander. "He is a very honorable man," said Goddet the surgeon, to Max.
"It will make people forget Fario's cart," said Goddet. Fario did not need that speech to confirm his suspicions; besides, his mind was already made up. After three weeks' stay in Issoudun, Agathe was convinced, and so was Madame Hochon, of the truth of the old miser's observation, that it would take years to destroy the influence which Max and the Rabouilleuse had acquired over her brother.
If I am able to throw three hundred francs a month to the dogs, and treat you to suppers, as I do to-night, and lend money to all of you, you think I get the gold out of Mademoiselle Flore Brazier's purse? Yes, Mademoiselle Brazier is aiming straight for the old man's property." "She gets it from father to son," observed Goddet, in his corner.
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