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Updated: June 25, 2025
If you give away les Rouxey, you will have nothing left," said the Baroness. "I do not need much," said the Baron; "I am breaking up." "You eat like an ogre!" "Just so. But however much I may eat, I feel my legs get weaker and weaker " "It is from working the lathe," said his wife. "I do not know," said he.
Then this barbarian would end by saying, what the old men in the village say, that the ground occupied by the lake was appropriated by the Abbe de Watteville. That would be the end of les Rouxey; what next?" "Indeed, my child, between ourselves, it is the truth," said Monsieur de Watteville simply. "The land is an usurpation, with no title-deed but lapse of time.
It was all wild and deserted, left to the care of nature, abandoned to chance growths, but full of sublime and unexpected beauty. You may now imagine les Rouxey. It is unnecessary to complicate this story by relating all the prodigious trouble and the inventiveness stamped with genius, by which Rosalie achieved her end without allowing it to be suspected.
As the Baroness' name-day grew near her name was Louise the Vicar-General came one day to les Rouxey, deputed, no doubt, by Madame de Watteville and Monsieur de Soulas, to negotiate a peace between mother and daughter. "That little Rosalie has a head on her shoulders," said the folk of Besancon.
This enterprise, which to the Abbe de Grancey even would have seemed the climax of the impossible, was a mere passing thought. "Ah!" said she to herself, "my father has a dispute pending as to his land at les Rouxey. I will go there!
When Madame de Watteville arrived, eight hours later, with the first medical aid from Besancon, they found Monsieur de Watteville past all hope, in spite of the intelligent treatment of the Rouxey doctor. The fright had produced serious effusion on the brain, and the shock to the digestion was helping to kill the poor man.
It does not occur to you to ask me if I am fond of les Rouxey." Rosalie, at once sent for, was informed that she was to marry Monsieur de Soulas one day early in the month of May. "I am very much obliged to you, mother, and to you too, father, for having thought of settling me; but I do not mean to marry; I am very happy with you." "Mere speeches!" said the Baroness.
The quarrel thus begun between Madame de Watteville and her husband, who took his daughter's part, went so far that Rosalie and her father were obliged to spend the summer at les Rouxey; life at the Hotel de Rupt was unendurable. It thus became known in Besancon that Mademoiselle de Watteville had positively refused the Comte de Soulas.
After their marriage Mariette and Jerome came to les Rouxey to succeed to Modinier in due time. The Baron restored and repaired the house to suit his daughter's taste. When she heard that these improvements had cost about sixty thousand francs, and that Rosalie and her father were building a conservatory, the Baroness understood that there was a leaven of spite in her daughter.
When the Baron died, he left the slopes of the two Rouxey hills joined by a strong wall, to protect from inundation the two lateral valleys opening into the valley of Rouxey, to the right and left at the foot of the Dent de Vilard. Thus he died the master of the Dent de Vilard. His heirs asserted their protectorate of the village of Riceys, and so maintained the usurpation.
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