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Updated: June 18, 2025
From that time forth they used to recite in the presence of Mélie and Gorju, all the time regretting that they had not a private theatre. The little servant-girl was amused without understanding a bit of it, wondering at the language, charmed at the roll of the verses.
It was under the lawn, in front of the church. Gorju, in a blue smock-frock, with a neckcloth around his loins, went through the movements in an automatic fashion. When he gave the orders, his voice was gruff. "Draw in your bellies!" And immediately, Bouvard, keeping back his breath, drew in his stomach, and stretched out his buttocks. "Good God! you're not told to make an arch."
But the peasants were more numerous, and on market days M. de Faverges would walk about the green, make inquiries as to their wants, and try to convert them to his own ideas. They listened without answering, like Père Gouy, ready to accept any government so long as it reduced the taxes. By dint of babbling, Gorju was making a name for himself. Perhaps they might send him into the Assembly!
The steeple of Chavignolles displayed itself in the distance, producing a magnificent effect. With the lower part of a cupboard Gorju manufactured a prie-dieu to put under the Gothic window, for he humoured their hobby. So pronounced was it that they regretted monuments about which nothing at all is known such as the villa residence of the bishops of Séez.
Ten minutes afterwards, Gorju showed himself on the top of a ditch, and questioning them: "When do you want me to bring you the chest?" "To-morrow." "And about the other question, have you both made up your minds?" "It's all right," replied Pécuchet. Six months later they had become archæologists, and their house was like a museum. In the vestibule stood an old wooden beam.
No trouble occurred. Gorju left the neighbourhood. Meanwhile, the National Guard was always on foot: on Sunday, a review; military promenades, occasionally; and, every night, patrols. They disturbed the village.
However, he execrated Gorju, and could hardly keep from giving information about him at the guard-house.
And the next moment he disappeared, in the machinist's clutch, into the recess of the window. Gorju came to his assistance. "Let him alone! He's a decent fellow." They clenched. The door flew open, and Marescot, on the threshold, announced the decision of the council. Hurel had suggested his doing so.
She was from Ouistreham, had no relations alive, and earned seventeen shillings a month; in short, she pleased him so much that he wished to take her into his service to assist old Germaine. Pécuchet reappeared with the mistress of the farm-house, and, while they went on with their bargaining, Bouvard asked Gorju in a very low tone whether the girl would consent to become their servant.
He just touched her lips with his, drawing one arm around her to prevent her from falling; and she kept murmuring, "Dear heart! dear love! how handsome you are! My God! how handsome you are!" Pécuchet, without moving an inch, his chin just touching the top of the ditch, stared at them in breathless astonishment. "Come, no swooning," said Gorju. "You'll only have me missing the coach.
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