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Updated: May 3, 2025
One day Edmond Greisse was over at Colmar Edmond Greisse, the lad whose untidy appearance at the supper-table at the Lion d'Or had called down the rebuke of Marie Bromar. He had been sent over on some business by his employer, and had come to get his supper and bed at Madame Faragon's hotel. He was a modest, unassuming lad, and had been hardly more than a boy when George Voss had left Granpere.
'We did not expect you now any more than on any other day since you left us. 'I sent word by Edmond Greisse, said George. Edmond was interrogated, and declared that he had forgotten to give the message.
Or rather, perhaps, the father being older and less impatient, had thought that a temporary absence from Granpere might be good for his son. It was late at night when George Voss went to bed, but he was up in the morning early to see Edmond Greisse before the roulage should start for Munster on its road to Granpere.
Young Greisse had seen the landlady, who now never went upstairs among her guests, and had had his chamber allotted to him, and was seated at the supper-table, before he met George Voss. It was from Madame Faragon that George heard of his arrival. 'There is a neighbour of yours from Granpere in the house, said she. 'From Granpere? And who is he?
So he contented himself with simply announcing to her that George Voss intended to visit his old home. 'Does my uncle know? Marie asked. 'No; you are to tell him, said Greisse. 'I am to tell him! Why should I tell him? You can tell him.
As Greisse had already paid his modest bill, amounting altogether to little more than three francs, this was kind of the young landlord, and while he was eating his bread and ham he promised faithfully that he would give the message just as George had given it to him. It was on the third day after the departure of Edmond Greisse that George told Madame Faragon that he was going home.
It was pleasant to watch her eyes, as she marked the moment when the dispensing should begin, and counted her guests, thoughtful as to the sufficiency of the dishes to come; and noticed that Edmond Greisse had sat down with such dirty hands that she must bid her uncle to warn the lad; and observed that the more elderly of the two ladies from Epinal had bread too hard to suit her, which should be changed as soon as the soup had been dispensed.
Michel Voss went home in a good humour, for he felt that he had triumphed; and poor Marie returned broken-hearted, for she was aware that she had half-yielded. She knew that her uncle was triumphant. When Edmond Greisse was back at Granpere he well remembered his message, but he had some doubt as to the expediency of delivering it.
She had, in truth, spoken no words to Edmond Greisse that were not angry since that ill-starred communication of which he had only given her the half. To her aunt she was brusque, and almost ill-mannered. 'What is the matter with you, Marie? Madame Voss said to her one morning, when she had been snubbed rather rudely by her niece. Marie in answer shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.
It was quite out of the question that she should be the first to announce George's return, when she had been twice warned on that Sunday afternoon not to think of him. 'You had better let my uncle know yourself, she said, as she walked away. But young Greisse, knowing that he was already in trouble, and feeling that he might very probably make it worse, held his peace.
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