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But he was alone; he was very unhappy over his wife's death, and La Roulante had consoled him. When once in possession of Gudel's name, this woman frankly threw aside the mask and displayed her real qualities and disposition. She was covetous and intemperate, presenting, in fact, an extraordinary specimen of human depravity.
When the giantess saw him, she called out, angrily: "Are you coming to help me?" Gudel looked on with concentrated rage, and as Robeccal went toward the chariot, he said to him: "Not another step!" "Indeed! And who will prevent me?" Gudel's eyes flashed. "Scoundrel!" he muttered under his breath. "Well! are you coming?" called La Roulante. "Give him a push and come on!"
"If he has anything to do with this matter I will soon finish him up." Fanfar laid his hand on Gudel's shoulder. "My friend," he said, "I hesitate to touch an unhealed wound, but we must speak frankly to each other. La Roulante and this Robeccal went away together. This woman was thoroughly vicious; it is difficult to imagine the scale of vice to which she would not fall.
Bobichel must be mentioned first, as he stands on one of the shafts and blows a long horn. The clown is dressed all in yellow with a gray hat. His legs looked like matches in their striped hose. His head was small and pointed, his nose very long and very sharp. Behind Bobichel sits Caillette, Gudel's daughter, a pretty, dainty creature with light hair.
And the peasants, elbowing each other, said, "Oh! we must see this; it won't kill us for once." The frequenters of the theatres and circuses of the present day would consider this establishment of Gudel's very modest, with its single gallery, a little red serge, and its shabby velvet curtain. There was an orchestra, but what an orchestra!
We require Gudel's testimony, and then, when all this is plain, we can control Labarre." Cyprien assented to the wisdom of the plan, but he wished a little delay. He saw evidences of great impatience on the part of the Marquis. "I am not so simple, sir, as you think.
And Gudel's daughter, who loved Fanfar with a love that was without hope, said to him: "She is your mother. Will you allow me to take care of her?" Fanfar looked at Caillette with loving, grateful eyes, and then hastened away with Bobichel and Gudel. Then Caillette was left alone with the sick woman, who began to cry and sob.
"That is precisely what I mean!" answered Bobichel, forgetting all caution. La Roulante rushed at him. Caillette threw herself between them, and Schwann dragged her back. La Roulante caught Caillette by the arm and swung her off, then the girl picked herself up and ran to Gudel's bed. "Help! father!" she cried, "help!" The girl's voice seemed to produce a magical effect.
"Who the devil could have supposed," the one said to the other, "that Fanfar would have been able to save Gudel. Such a tremendous weight!" While they were talking, Robeccal and La Roulante heard heavy steps on the stairs, and then a knock at Gudel's door. Robeccal started. He suddenly remembered the brief colloquy which he had had with the unknown who was in fact, Cyprien.
Fanfar, directed by some peasants, was now far on the road. He tore off his hat and flung it away. His brow was burning. Was it his violent exertions that had given him this fever? Or was it the anxiety he felt for his adopted father? But Gudel's pale face was obscured by a mocking though sweet face, which flitted between him and all else. How beautiful she was!
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