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Updated: June 27, 2025
She looked round, and even while dispensing saw everything. It was suggested in the last chapter that another house might have been built in Granpere, and that George Voss might have gone there, taking Marie as his bride; but the Lion d'Or would sorely have missed those quick and careful eyes.
Adrian Urmand, after his failure with Marie on the preceding evening, had not again gone down-stairs. He had taken himself at once to his bedroom, and had remained there gloomy and unhappy, very angry with Marie Bromar; but, if possible, more angry with Michel Voss. Knowing, as he must have known, how the land lay, why had the innkeeper brought him from Basle to Granpere?
The longer he had been away from Granpere without tidings from any one there, the less possible had it been that he should send tidings from himself to his old home. He had not expected messages. He had not expected any letter. But when nothing came, he told himself over and over again that he too would be silent, and would bide his time.
It's only nonsense, and of course we must get over it. Then they were summoned out, the horse having finished his meal, and were rattled down the hill into Granpere without many more words between them. One other word was spoken, and that word was hardly pleasant in its tone. Urmand at least did not relish it.
'Going where, George? said Madame Faragon, leaning forward on the table before her, and looking like a picture of despair. 'To Granpere, Madame Faragon. 'To Granpere! and why? and when? and how? O dear! Why did you not tell me before, child? 'I told you as soon as I knew. 'But you are not going yet? 'On Monday. 'O dear! So soon as that! Lord bless me! We can't do anything before Monday.
But it is not so large that people going in and out of it can pass without attention, and this we take to be the really true line of demarcation between a big town and a little one. Had Michel Voss and Adrian Urmand passed through Lyons or Strasbourg on their journey to Granpere, no one would have noticed them, and their acquaintances in either of those cities would not have been a bit the wiser.
On Sundays a real dinner was served in the room up-stairs, with soup, and removes, and entrees and the roti, all in the right place, which showed that they knew what a dinner was at the Lion d'Or; but, throughout the week, supper was the meal of the day. After M. Goudin, on this occasion, there came two maiden ladies from Epinal who were lodging at Granpere for change of air.
Early times in that part of the world are very early, and the roulage was ready in the back court of the inn at half-past four in the morning. 'What? you up at this hour? said Edmond. 'Why not? It is not every day we have a friend here from Granpere, so I thought I would see you off. 'That is kind of you. 'Give my love to them at the old house, Edmond. 'Of course I will.
So Marie Bromar, then just fifteen years of age, was brought over from Epinal to Granpere, and the house certainly was not felt to be too small because she was there. Marie soon learned the ways and wishes of her burly, soft-hearted uncle; would fill his pipe for him, and hand him his soup, and bring his slippers, and put her soft arm round his neck, and became a favourite.
Urmand himself was quite alive to the necessity of putting an end to his present exceptionally disagreeable position. He was very angry; very angry naturally with Marie, who had, he thought, treated him villainously. Why had she made that little soft, languid promise to him when he was last at Granpere, if she had not then loved him? And of course he was angry with George Voss.
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