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Updated: June 15, 2025
It was not an ordinary post-chaise, but a very large, clumsy vehicle, having room to seat four, and a small coupe in front. I looked at it for a minute or two, when up the hill came M. d'Anquetil, with Jahel, carrying several parcels under her cloak and wearing a mob-cap. M. Coignard followed them, loaded with five or six books wrapped up in an old thesis.
In the remotest corner of the Perche we will look out for a horse strong enough to carry your weight, and you'll get hunting clothes like the ones I saw worn by the Bishop of Uzes. It is, besides, high time you had a new suit of clothes; your breeches, abbe, hardly keep on your behind." Jahel also inclined towards the irresistible charm with which my dear tutor influenced all mankind.
But is it really true, that Jahel agreed so quickly to your propositions, which have not been quite decorous, and which, for certain, you did not make with an easy heart? I am abashed; and, say, my good master, did she not speak of me, not mention my name, with a sigh or otherwise?" "No, my boy, she did not pronounce your name, at least not in an audible way.
Soon we heard the tinkling of the little bell, saw the cross coming in, carried by a child, and the priest clad in white carrying the holy vessels. Jahel, M. d'Anquetil, Madame Coquebert and I fell on our knees. "Pax huic domui," said the priest. "Et omnibus habiantibus in en," replied the servitor. Then the vicar took holy water and sprayed it over the patient and the bed.
Jahel," I exclaimed, "I am very unhappy; you have betrayed me, and you no longer love me." "Who says that I do not love you any more?" she asked, and looked at me with her velvety eyes of flame. "Alas! mademoiselle, your conduct shows it sufficiently." "But, Jacques, could you envy the trousseau of Dutch linen and the godroon plate that the gentleman is to present me with!
During his terrifying repose the cover of the glass case rose by itself, and out of it came a woman with a majestic body and of the most perfect beauty. She raised her head " Here I interrupted his narrative, which I had hardly-listened to, and exclaimed: "Ah! sir, what do you think Jahel and M. d'Anquetil are saying at this moment, all by themselves in the coupe?
I went into a rage at not being able to catch their exact sense, as I do not know these languages, although I can recognise them by certain sounds which are frequent when they are spoken. It is very possible that he accused me of wanting to corrupt that girl, whom I believe to be his niece Jahel, whom, as you will remember, M. d'Asterac has repeatedly mentioned to us.
Yonder carriage torments me, it is so much like my uncle's." "Be sure, Jahel, that it's the carriage of some honest Burgundian, who goes about his business and does not think of us." "You don't know," said Jahel. "I'm afraid." "You cannot fear, however, that your uncle could run after you in his state of decrepitude. He does not occupy himself with anything but cabala and Hebraic dreams."
I was very hungry, and when M. d'Anquetil, in company with the abbe, re-entered the dining-hall, inviting us to eat a morsel with him, I willingly sat down between Jahel and my dear old tutor. We were afraid of being followed, so after having put away three omelets and a couple of spring chickens we resumed our journey.
M. d'Anquetil, in rough, barrack-room style, promised to get the postboys hanged. When at last I was able to rise, he had already jumped out through a broken window. We followed him, my dear tutor and I, by the same exit, and then all three of us pulled Jahel out of the overturned vehicle. No harm had been done to her, and her first thought was to adjust her head-dress.
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