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Updated: June 13, 2025
Three days ago, being in a difficulty, I go in search of Rigobert. You know Rigobert, perhaps?" "Yes," said Cobb. "That is, I have lent him money!" "Precisely," agreed Savinien. "The sum which he owed me was no more than two hundred and fifty francs but I had not much hope of him.
Savinien shrugged his immense shoulders desolately. "All! That was merely the commencement," he said. "And even that did not finish there." "I hope Rigobert didn't get any of it back," said Cobb. "He did his best," replied Savinien. "In a minute or two he collected his wits and addressed himself to the situation. It was worth seeing.
"I didn't know you were hungry, holy man, and that I was taking away your dinner. Sing on and I will follow you home." Pierre turned and ran back to the goose and would have seized him by the neck so he could not get away again. But Saint Rigobert held up his finger warningly, and the boy stood still. "Do not touch him, Pierre," said the Bishop earnestly. "I do not think he will run away.
"Saying his prayers, and looking for ghosts," Rigobert answered. "A lunatic asylum is the only proper place for him." I approached the bedside. "Well, Francis, here you are, safe and sound, in spite of what you said to me last night." His eyes rested on mine with a vacant, wondering look. "I don't understand it," he said. "Did you see anything of your wife when the clock struck two?" "No, sir."
"Do you mean that she will kill you?" "I mean that, sir, she will kill me with the knife." "And with Rigobert in the room to protect you?" "I am a doomed man. Fifty Rigoberts couldn't protect me." "And you wanted somebody to sit up with you?" "Mere weakness, sir. I don't like to be left alone on my deathbed." I looked at the surgeon.
Even when Rigobert went again to see the Governor of Rheims, the goose waddled all the way there and back along the crooked road over part of which he had gone that first time in little Pierre's arms. And how the Governor did laugh as he stood in his door and watched the strange pair disappear down the road.
I drew the money across to me." "'Peste! remarked Rigobert, in a tone of dejection, and looked with an appearance of horror at what remained to him of his thousand francs. The waiter beamed at me and rubbed his hands. I ordered him in a strong voice to bring two more consommations." "'Look here, said Rigobert. 'Lend me that five hundred, will you? Or, at any rate "
And there Rigobert ceased his singing, and turning to the goose stroked his feathers gently and said: "Good friend, thou hast been faithful. Thou shalt be rewarded. Aye, ruffle up thy feathers, good goose, for they shall never be plucked from thee, nor shalt thou be cooked for food. Thou art my friend from to-day. No pen shall hold thee, but thou shalt follow me as thou wilt."
He found just such a man as he had pictured a lightly-loving, pleasure-taking roysterer, with never a thought beyond the amusement which the hour afforded him. With curling lip Garnache bowed stiffly, and in a cold, formal voice he announced himself. "My name is Martin Marie Rigobert de Garnache.
He was a good old Bishop; but the King of France did not love him, and had sent him away from the court and the big, rich city to live among the poor folk in the country. Saint Rigobert did not mind this very much, for he loved the pretty little village of Gernicour where he lived.
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