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Updated: May 28, 2025
"Do you know the latest news at the mill?" said the parlour-cat, "there has been a silent betrothal in the house! Father does not yet know it, but Rudy and Babette have reached each other their paws under the table, and he trod three times on my fore-paws, but still I did not mew, for that would have awakened attention!" "I should have done it, nevertheless!" said the kitchen-cat.
"Now it is all arranged," said the parlour-cat, "Rudy is here again, they understand each other and that is a great happiness!" "Last night," said the kitchen-cat, "I heard the rats say that the greatest happiness was to eat tallow candles, and to have abundance of tainted meat. Now who must one believe, the rats or the lovers?" "Neither of them," said the parlour-cat, "that is the surest way!"
In the mill sat Babette and wept; Rudy had not been there for six days; he who had been so wrong; he who must beg her forgiveness, because she loved him with her whole heart. "What confusion!" said the parlour-cat to the kitchen-cat. "Now all is wrong between Rudy and Babette. She sits and weeps and he thinks no longer on her, I suppose. "I cannot bear it!" said the kitchen-cat.
They were so happy, the two, and the miller also; he laughed and was radiant with joy; he was a good father, an honest soul. "Now we are the masters of the house!" said the parlour-cat. It was not yet night, when the three joyous people reached Villeneuve and took their dinner. The miller seated himself in an arm-chair with his pipe and took a little nap.
The wine and conversation flowed freely; but the evening appeared all too short for Rudy; yet it was past midnight, when he went home from his first visit to the mill. The light shone a little while longer through the window and between the green trees; the parlour-cat came out of an opening in the roof and the kitchen-cat came along the gutter.
"Then I suppose there will be a wedding here in the house, on the following day," said the parlour-cat, "otherwise, I would not give a single mew for the whole thing!" "There will be a feast here," said the kitchen-cat, "the ducks are slain, the pigeons necks wrung, and a whole deer hangs on the wall. My teeth itch just with looking on! To-morrow the journey commences!" Yes, to-morrow!
All was sunshine with them, and the loveliest alpine rose was Babette, the sprightly, laughing Babette, who was as charming as the early spring; the spring that makes the birds sing, that will bring the summer time and the wedding day. "How can they sit there and hang over each other," exclaimed the parlour-cat, "I am really tired of their eternal mewing!"
"What is suited to the kitchen is not suited to the parlour," said the parlour-cat. "I should like to know what the miller will say, when he hears of the betrothal!" Yes, what the miller would say! That was what Rudy would have liked to know, for Rudy was not at all patient.
When the omnibus rumbled over the bridge of the Rhone, between Valais and Pays de Vaud not many days after, Rudy sat in it and was of good cheer; filled with pleasing thoughts of the "Yes," of the same evening. When evening came and the omnibus returned, yes, there sat Rudy within, but the parlour-cat, was running about in the mill with great news. "Listen, you, in the kitchen!
"Nor I," said the parlour-cat, "but I shall not worry myself any longer about it! Babette can take the red-whiskered one for a dear one, but he has not been here either, since he tried to get on the roof!" Within and without, the evil powers ruled, and Rudy knew this, and reflected upon what had taken place both around and within him, whilst upon the mountain.
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