Part 25 (1/2)

The policy contained in this allocution was too deep for the drunken heads of those present, who were all, except Courtecuisse, laying by their money to buy a slice of the Aigues cake. So they let Jean-Louis harangue, and continued, as in the Chamber of Deputies, their private confabs with one another.

”Yes, that's so; you'll be Rigou's cats-paw!” cried Fourchon, who alone understood his grandson.

Just then Langlume, the miller of Les Aigues, pa.s.sed the tavern. Madame Tonsard hailed him.

”Is it true,” she said, ”that gleaning is to be forbidden?”

Langlume, a jovial white man, white with flour and dressed in grayish-white clothes, came up the steps and looked in. Instantly all the peasants became as sober as judges.

”Well, my children, I am forced to answer yes, and no. None but the poor are to glean; but the measures they are going to take will turn out to your advantage.”

”How so?” asked G.o.dain.

”Why, they can prevent any but paupers from gleaning here,” said the miller, winking in true Norman fas.h.i.+on; ”but that doesn't prevent you from gleaning elsewhere,--unless all the mayors do as the Blangy mayor is doing.”

”Then it is true,” said Tonsard, in a threatening voice.

”As for me,” said Bonnebault, putting his foraging-cap over one ear and making his hazel stick whiz in the air, ”I'm off to Conches to warn the friends.”

And the Lovelace of the valley departed, whistling the tune of the martial song,--

”You who know the hussars of the Guard, Don't you know the trombone of the regiment?”

”I say, Marie! he's going a queer way to get to Conches, that friend of yours,” cried old Mother Tonsard to her granddaughter.

”He's after Aglae!” said Marie, who made one bound to the door. ”I'll have to thrash her once for all, that baggage!” she cried, viciously.

”Come, Vaudoyer,” said Tonsard, ”go and see Rigou, and then we shall know what to do; he's our oracle, and his spittle doesn't cost anything.”

”Another folly!” said Jean-Louis, in a low voice, ”Rigou betrays everybody; Annette tells me so; she says he's more dangerous when he listens to you than other folks are when they bl.u.s.ter.”

”I advise you to be cautious,” said Langlume. ”The general has gone to the prefecture about your misdeeds, and Sibilet tells me he has sworn an oath to go to Paris and see the Chancellor of France and the King himself, and the whole pack of them if necessary, to get the better of his peasantry.”

”His peasantry!” shouted every one.

”Ha, ha! so we don't belong to ourselves any longer?”

As Tonsard asked the question, Vaudoyer left the house to see Rigou.

Langlume, who had already gone out, turned on the door-step, and answered:--

”Crowd of do-nothings! are you so rich that you think you are your own masters?”

Though said with a laugh, the meaning contained in those words was understood by all present, as horses understand the cut of a whip.

”Ran tan plan! masters indeed!” shouted old Fourchon. ”I say, my lad,”

he added to Nicolas, ”after your performance this morning it's not my clarionet that you'll get between your thumb and four fingers!”

”Don't plague him, or he'll make you throw up your wine by a punch in the stomach,” said Catherine, roughly.