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The Abbe Constantin had a beautiful new one, of which he took great care, to wear in society when he went into society. The trumpets of the regiment sounded as they passed through the village, and all eyes sought Jean "little Jean"-for to the old people of Longueval he was still little Jean.
The Marquise de Longueval had died six months before; in 1873 she had lost her only son, Robert de Longueval; the three heirs were the grandchildren of the Marquise: Pierre, Helene, and Camille. It had been found necessary to offer the domain for sale, as Helene and Camille were minors.
A quadrille in a drawing-room caused him unspeakable terror; but every year, at the festival of the patron saint of Longueval, he danced gayly with the young girls and farmers' daughters of the neighborhood. If he had seen Mrs.
Tell me, Monsieur le Cure, do you know what it cost?" "An enormous price," replied the Cure, "for many hopes and many ambitions were excited about Longueval." "An enormous price! You frighten me. How much exactly?" "Three millions!" "Is that all? Is that all?" cried Mrs. Scott. "The castle, the farms, the forest, all for three millions?" "But that is nothing," said Bettina.
That same day, at half-past seven, Jean went to fetch the Cure, and the two walked together up to the house. During the last month a perfect army of workmen had taken possession of Longueval; all the inns in the village were making their fortunes. Enormous furniture wagons brought cargoes of furniture and decorations from Paris. Forty-eight hours before the arrival of Mrs.
"You see, Monsieur le Cure," said she, "perhaps we give them a little too much. Then it will be spread about in other parishes that here they can always find charity. And do you know what will happen then, one of these days? Poor people will come and settle in Longueval." The Cure gave fifty francs to Pauline.
A heretic! a Protestant! Poor Cure; it was indeed that of which he had immediately thought on hearing the words, "An American, Mrs. Scott." The new chatelaine of Longueval would not go to mass. What did it matter to him that she had been a beggar? What did it matter to him if she possessed tens and tens of millions? She was not a Catholic.
I have seen a great deal of Mademoiselle Bettina since she came to Longueval. Well when I reflect it did not astonish me that any one should be interested in you, for it seemed so natural but she talked always, yes, always of you." "Of me?" "Yes, of you, and of your father and mother; she was curious to know how you lived.
Pierre, a young man of three-and-twenty, had lived rather fast, was already half-ruined, and could not hope to redeem Longueval. It was mid-day. In an hour it would have a new master, this old castle of Longueval; and this master, who would he be?
Again the little speech about the new owners of Longueval, and again the adjuration to remember them in their prayers. At six o'clock he returned home, exhausted with fatigue, but with his soul filled with joy. "I have given away all," he cried, as soon as he saw Pauline, "all! all! all!" He dined, and then went in the evening to perform the usual service for the month of Mary.
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