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La Vedie told me that Kouski went off on horseback at five o'clock this morning, and came back at nine, bringing provisions. It is going to be a grand dinner! a dinner fit for the archbishop of Bourges! There's a fine bustle in the kitchen, and they are as busy as bees. The old man says, 'I want to do honor to my nephew, and he pokes his nose into everything.
Between you and me there must be no ambiguity. I can marry my aunt at the end of a year's widowhood; but I could not marry a disgraced girl." He left the room without waiting for an answer. When Vedie came in, fifteen minutes later, to clear the table, she found her mistress pale and moist with perspiration, in spite of the season.
While the innocent fellow was vowing, by way of consolation, never to return to Issoudun, Max was preparing a horrible outrage for his sensitive spirit. The Rabouilleuse came in tears to her dear Max, while Kouski and the Vedie told the assembled crowd that the captain was in a fair way to die. The news brought nearly two hundred persons in groups about the place Saint-Jean and the two Narettes.
Let's eat our breakfast." Flore, who was now as mild as a weasel, helped Vedie to set the table. Old Rouget, full of admiration for Max, took him by both hands and led him into the recess of a window, saying in a low voice: "Ah! Max, if I had a son, I couldn't love him better than I love you. Flore is right: you two are my real family.
"Take Vedie with you, to save appearances, mademoiselle. In future you are to think of my uncle's honor." Flore could get nothing out of Max. Desperate at having allowed himself, before the eyes of the whole town, to be routed out of his shameless position, Gilet was too proud to run away from Philippe.
I will stay with my uncle during that time; for I shall not leave the old man again," replied Philippe. "Vedie," cried Flore, "run to the hotel, and tell Monsieur Gilet that I beg him " " to come and get his belongings," said Philippe, interrupting Flore's message.
When Flore, after employing the tenderest cajoleries, was unable to succeed, she tried rigor; she no longer spoke to her master; Vedie was sent to wait upon him, and found him in the morning with his eyes swollen and red with weeping. For a week or more, poor Rouget had breakfasted alone, and Heaven knows on what food!
"Poor Vedie, who is so attached to monsieur, remonstrated with madame. 'No, no, she answered, 'he has no affection for me; he lets his nephew treat me like the lowest of the low'; and she wept oh! bitterly." "Eh! what do I care for Philippe?" cried the old man, whom Max was watching. "Where is Flore? how can we find out where she is?"
In the name of the two powers, Mere Cognette promised her an annuity of three hundred francs a year at the end of ten years, if she served them loyally, honestly, and discreetly. The Vedie, as she was called, was noticeable for a face deeply pitted by the small-pox, and correspondingly ugly. After the new cook had entered upon her duties, the Rabouilleuse took the title of Madame Brazier.
Let's eat our breakfast." Flore, who was now as mild as a weasel, helped Vedie to set the table. Old Rouget, full of admiration for Max, took him by both hands and led him into the recess of a window, saying in a low voice: "Ah! Max, if I had a son, I couldn't love him better than I love you. Flore is right: you two are my real family.
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