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"Cousin," she said to Armand, who in the meanwhile had risen to his knees, "this is citizen Heron, of whom you have heard me speak. My cousin Belhomme," she continued, once more turning to Heron, "is fresh from the country, citizen. He hails from Orleans, where he has played leading parts in the tragedies of the late citizen Corneille. But, ah me!
But if Perrine had all the relations against her, she knew that she had M. Vulfran's friendship, and the family doctor, Doctor Ruchon, Mlle. Belhomme and Fabry all adored her. Since the doctor had seen that it was the "little girl" who had been the means of his patient exerting this wonderful moral and intellectual energy, his attitude to her expressed the greatest respect and affection.
It was a farmhouse at the side of the road. Belhomme was carried into it and laid on the kitchen table in order to repeat the operation. Caniveau advised mixing brandy and water in order to benumb and perhaps kill the insect. But the priest preferred vinegar.
Perrine took a seat beside Rosalie and her grandmother, who was in deep mourning. "Alas! my poor little Edmond," murmured the old nurse, wiping her eyes. "What did M. Vulfran say?" But Perrine was too overcome to reply. The services commenced. As she left the church, Mlle. Belhomme came up to her, and, like Françoise, wanted to question her about M. Vulfran.
They poured the liquid in drop by drop this time, that it might penetrate down to the bottom, and they left it several minutes in the organ that the beast had chosen for its home. A bowl had once more been brought; Belhomme was turned over bodily by the priest and Caniveau, while the schoolmaster was tapping on the healthy ear in order to empty the other.
Belhomme, "you must know that M. Vulfran's illness and the continued absence of his son is a cause of anxiety to all this part of the country." "Yes, I have heard that," answered Perrine. "What would become of all those employed in the works, seven thousand, and all those who are dependent on these seven thousand if Monsieur Vulfran should die and his son not return?
Belhomme, greeting them. "She is loved by all; she is a little mother to them, and no one can play like she can." M. Vulfran put his arms affectionately around his granddaughter as they went on to the carriage. They returned home slowly as evening fell.
Now, with only Etienne to support, they were able to accumulate the money in a little over seven months. One day they were finally able to buy their own furniture from a second-hand dealer on Rue Belhomme. Their hearts filled with happiness, they celebrated by walking home along the exterior Boulevards.
She is a very nice woman; there are only two things against her; they are her height and her name; she is taller than I am, and her shoulders are much broader than mine. Her name is Mademoiselle Belhomme. She is indeed a bel homme, for although she is only forty her shoulders and figure are more massive than any man's I know ... I must add that she has not a beard."
"Citizeness Lange!" said a gruff voice. "In her boudoir, quoi!" Madame Belhomme, braced up apparently by fear, was playing her part remarkably well. "Bothering good citizens! On baking day, too!" she went on grumbling and muttering. "Oh, think think!" murmured Jeanne now in an agonised whisper, her hot little hand grasping his so tightly that her nails were driven into his flesh.
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