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From the very first, however, the pretty Pierrette for her beauty had certainly not been exaggerated by Bindo was an entire mystery a mystery which seemed to increase hourly, as you will quickly realise. Pierrette Dumont for that was her name, she told me proved a most charming and entertaining companion, and could, I found, speak English quite well.
Here's a thousand francs;" and he took from a drawer in the pretty inlaid Louis XV. writing-table two five-hundred-franc notes and handed them to me, adding, "At present I can tell you nothing more. Go out, find Pierrette that's her name and bring her to Monty. At the Paris I shall be 'Bellingham'; and recollect we'll have to be careful.
For Pierrette's sake he had struggled to improve himself; he had learned his trade for Pierrette; he had come to Paris for Pierrette, intending to make his fortune for her. After spending a fortnight in the city, he had not been able to hold out against the desire to see her, and he had walked from Saturday night to Monday morning.
But I recollect when I went down there to buy thread it was pitiable to see the folks, they were like savages. At any rate she has a good appetite," added Rogron, looking at his sister; "one would think she hadn't eaten anything for days." Thus, from the very start Pierrette was hurt by the remarks of her two cousins, hurt, she knew not why.
A Pierrette, taken from the leaves of some old French book, with her hair done in little dropping curls just faintly powdered, as if a mist of snow lay over the brown. She was young, after all, and the music called to her with insistent voice. "I am looking nice," Joan confided to her reflection, "and I will have a good time just for to-night."
The children, who had formerly played so joyously with her, agreed among themselves with the loving grace of childhood to be neither noisy nor troublesome. They made it a point of honor to be good because Pierrette was ill. Monsieur Auffray's house was in the Upper town, beneath the ruins of the Chateau, and it was built upon a sort of terrace formed by the overthrow of the old ramparts.
"Good-evening, little girl," said Madame de Chargeboeuf, from the height of her condescending grandeur, and in the tone of voice which her pinched nose gave her. Vinet put the last touch to this sort of insult by looking fixedly at Pierrette and saying, in three keys, "Oh! oh! oh! how fine we are to-night, Pierrette!"
But an old maid, one in whom the family instincts have never been awakened, to whom the needs of childhood and the precautions required for adolescence were unknown, had neither the indulgence nor the compassionate intelligence of a mother; such sufferings as those of Pierrette, instead of softening her heart only made it more callous. "She blushes, she is guilty!" thought Sylvie.
For the first time in her life she met a man to whom the idea that she could marry did not seem absurd. "Madame Vinet is right," cried Rogron; "perhaps teaching would keep Pierrette quiet. A master wouldn't cost much." The colonel's remark so preoccupied Sylvie that she made no answer to her brother.
With Breton obstinacy Pierrette was determined to keep silence, a resolution that is perfectly explicable. It is easy to see how her thoughts turned to Brigaut, fearing some danger for him if he were discovered, yet instinctively longing to have him near her, and happy in knowing he was in Provins. What joy to have seen him!
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