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Updated: May 19, 2025
Abbe Mouret let the storm blow over him. At the old servant's wrathful words he experienced a kind of relief. 'Come, my good Teuse, he said, 'you will first put your apron on again. 'No, no, she cried, 'it's all over, I am going. But he got up and, laughing, tied her apron round her waist. She struggled against him and stuttered: 'I tell you no! You are a wheedler.
'Goodness knows I would rather be in my bed, grumbled La Teuse. 'It's not so easy as you think to fasten all these bits of stuff. Finally, however, she succeeded in setting some lofty plumes of foliage between the candlesticks. Next she folded the steps, which were laid behind the high altar by Catherine. And then she only had to arrange two clumps of greenery at the sides of the altar table.
As a rule, the Brother's sportiveness only disquieted him. La Teuse, as Archangias rolled within her reach, kicked at him with her foot. 'Come! she said, 'are we to have our game to-night? His only reply was a grunt. Then, upon all fours, he sprang towards La Teuse as if he meant to bite her. But in lieu thereof he spat upon her petticoats. 'Let me alone! will you? she cried.
La Teuse, who well knew his habits, cried out to him, amidst the bellowing with which he shook the room: 'Make a little less noise, do! It is quite distracting. You are much too lively to-night. But he set to work on the 'Complines. Abbe Mouret had now seated himself by the window. He appeared to pay no attention to what went on around him, apparently neither hearing nor seeing anything of it.
She strained her feverish arms to her desolate bosom, which desertion had parched. 'And Serge? she asked again, in the same clear, stubborn voice. 'Hush! said Desiree. 'I heard him just now. He hasn't finished yet We have been making a pretty disturbance; La Teuse must surely have grown deaf this afternoon Let us keep quiet now. I like to hear the rain fall.
'If it hadn't been for the little one, she continued, 'Monsieur le Cure would have lost all use for his holy water. Old Bambousse had made up his mind to marry Rosalie to young Laurent, of Figuieres. However, the girls' merriment and their chatter now came to an end, for they saw La Teuse limping furiously towards them.
While she was thus talking she had laid hold of her brother's share of bread, and was eating away at it. She had already finished one piece, and was beginning the second, when La Teuse became aware of what she was doing. 'That doesn't belong to you, that bread! You are actually stealing his food from him now! 'Let her have it, said Abbe Mouret, gently. 'I shouldn't have touched it myself.
'Yes, yes, she went on, 'I get news from over yonder, very often indeed, and I am going to tell it to you. To begin with, there is some one there who is no happier than you are. 'Silence! Silence! said Abbe Mouret, summoning all his strength to rise and move away. But La Teuse also rose and barred his way with her bulky figure.
All that La Teuse had to do was to wash her afterwards. The poultry-yard was situated behind the cemetery; and Desiree often had to jump the wall, and run hither and thither among the graves after some fowl whom curiosity had led astray. Right at the end was a shed giving accommodation to the fowls and the rabbits; to the right was a little stable for the goat.
The priest expressed his approval, but ventured to remark: 'I think there ought to be a cluster of more delicate foliage up above. 'No doubt, grumbled La Teuse. 'But they only bring me laurel and rosemary I should like to know who has brought an olive branch. Not one, you bet! They are afraid of losing a single olive, the heathens!
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