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In the midst of the girl's own sufferings, she too was sustained by the hope of being able to communicate with Brigaut. The same desire was in both hearts; parted, they understood each other! At every shock to her heart, every throb of pain in her head, Pierrette said to herself, "Brigaut is here!" and that thought enabled her to live without complaint.
"I own I was entirely misled in the beginning. That little girl played a trick on me. She's evidently not the ingenuous miss that I took her to be." "You mean Pierrette?" I laughed. "No, I quite agree with you. She's been to Monte Carlo before, I believe." "Well," exclaimed the debonnair Bindo, "I met her in London, as you know.
The "Scenes de la Vie de Province," to which belong among others "Eugenie Grandet" , "Le Lys dans la Vallee" , "L'Illustre Gaudissart" , "Pierrette" , and "Le Cure de Tours" , typify a period of combat; while "Scenes de la Vie Parisienne," which contain "La Duchesse de Langeais" , "Cesar Birotteau" , "La Cousine Bette" , "Le Cousin Pons" , "Facino Cane" , "La Maison de Nucingen" , and several less-known novels, show the effect of Parisian life in forming or modifying character.
After her grandfather and grandmother entered the sort of hospital in which they sadly expected to end their days, Pierrette, being young and proud, suffered so terribly at living there on charity that she was thankful when she heard she had rich relations.
When Pierrette screamed, the horror of that cry went to her heart as sharply as it did to Brigaut's. Together they would have roused the neighborhood if Rogron, in his terror, had not opened the door.
"Pierrette," she said, "you are no longer a child; you are nearly fifteen, and it is not at all surprising that you should have a lover." "But, cousin," said Pierrette, raising her eyes with angelic sweetness to the cold, sour face of her cousin, "What is a lover?" It would have been impossible for Sylvie to define a lover with truth and decency to the girl's mind.
The foregoing trifling circumstance was therefore destined to give rise to grave suppositions, and to open the way for one of those obscure dramas which take place in families, and are none the less terrible because they are secret, if, indeed, we may apply the word "drama" to such domestic occurrences. Pierrette did not go back to bed. To her, Brigaut's arrival was an immense event.
Jacques is watching over you as in the old days when we slid on the pond and I pulled you out of the hole in which we were nearly drowned together. Adieu, my dear Pierrette; in a few days, if God wills, we shall be happy. Alas, I dare not tell you the only thing that may hinder our meeting. But God loves us!
These two children went through, all unknown to themselves, many more emotions than go to the make-up of a dozen ordinary loves. This moment in the market-place left in their souls a well-spring of passionate feeling. Sylvie, who did not recognize the Breton accent, took no notice of Brigaut, and Pierrette went home safely with her treasure.
Another rather longer tale than this, belonging to the year 1840, was Pierrette, which the author dedicated to Madame Hanska's daughter Anna, characterizing it as a pearl "sweated through suffering," and telling her that there was nothing in it improper he used the English word.
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