Twilight2 is the classic time, in all French towns and villages, for the al fresco3 lounge. The cool breath of the dusk is fresh, then, and restful; after the heat and sweat of the long noon the air, as it touches brow and lip, has the charm of a caress4. So the door ways and streets were always crowded at this hour, groups moved, separated, formed and re formed, and lingered to exchange their budget of gossip, to call out their "Bonne nuit," the girls to clasp hands, looking longingly5 over their shoulders at the younger fishermen and farmers; the latter to nod, carelessly, gayly back at them; and then—as men will—to fling an arm about a comrade's shoulder as they, in their turn, called out into the dusk,
"Allons, mon brave; de l'absinthe, toi?" as the cabaret swallowed them up.
Great and mighty6 were the cries and the oaths that issued from the cabaret's open doors and windows. The Villerville fisherman loved Bacchus only, second to Neptune7; when he was not out casting his net into the Channel he was drinking up his spoils. It was during the sobering process only that affairs of a purely8 domestic nature engaged his attention. Some of the streets were permeated9 with noxious10 odors, with the poison of absinthe and the fumes11 of cheap brandy. Noisy, reeling groups came out of the tavern12 doors, to shout and sing, or to fight their way homeward. One such figure was filling a narrow alley13, swaying from right to left, with a jeering14 crowd at his heels.
"Est-il assez ridicule15, lui? with his cap over his nose, and his knees knocking at everyone's door? Bah! ?a pue! " the group of lads following him went on, shouting about the poor sot, as they pelted16 him with their rain of pebbles17 and paper bullets.
"Ah—h, he will beat her, in his turn, poor soul; she always gets it when he's full, as full as that—"
The voice was so close to our ears that we started. The words appeared addressed to us; they were, in a way, since they were intended for the street, as a street, and for the benefit of the groups that filled it. The voice was gruff yet mellow18; despite its gruffness it had the ring of a latent kindliness19 in its deep tones. The man who owned it was seated on a level with our elbows, at a cobbler's bench. We stopped to let the crowd push on beyond us. The man had only lifted his head from his work, but involuntarily one stopped to salute20 the power in it.
"Bonsoir, mesdames"—the head gravely bowed as the great frame of the body below the head rose from the low seat. The room within seemed to contain nothing else save this giant figure, now that it had risen and was moving toward us. The half-door was courteously22 opened.
"Will not ces dames21 give themselves the trouble of entering? The streets are not gay at this hour."
We went in. A dog and a woman came forth23 from a smaller inner room to greet us; of the two the dog was obviously the personage next in point of intelligence and importance to the master. The woman had a snuffed-out air, as of one whose life had died out of her years ago. She blinked at us meekly24 as she dropped a timid courtesy; at a low word of command she turned a pitifully patient back on us all. There were years of obedience25 to orders written on its submissive curves; and she bent26 it once more over her kettles; both she and the kettles were on the bare floor. It was the poorest of all the Villerville interiors we had as yet seen; the house was also, perhaps, the oldest in the village. It and the old church had been opposite neighbors for several centuries. The shop and the living-room were all in one; the low window was a counter by day and a shutter27 by night. Within, the walls were bare as were the floors. Three chairs with sunken leather covers, and a bed with a mattress28 also sunken—a hollow in a pine frame, was the equipment in furniture. The poverty was brutal29; it was the naked, unabashed poverty of the middle ages, with no hint of shame or effort of concealment30. The colossus whom the low roof covered was as unconscious of the barrenness of his surroundings as were his own walls. This hovel was his home; he had made us welcome with the manners of a king.
Meanwhile the dog was sniffing31 at our skirts. After a tour of observation and inspection33 he wagged his tail, gave a short bark, and seated himself by Charm. The giant's eyes twinkled.
"You see, mesdames, it is a dog with a mind—he knows in an instant who are the right sort. And eloquence34, also—he is one who can make speeches with his tail. A dog's tongue is in his tail, and this one wags his like an orator35!"
Some one else, as well as the dog, possessed36 the oratorical37 gift. The cobbler's voice was the true speaker's voice—rich, vibrating, sonorous38, with a deep note of melody in it. Pose and gestures matched with the voice; they were flexible and picturesquely39 suggestive.
"If you care for oratory—" Charm smiled out upon the huge but mobile face—"you are well placed. The village lies before you. You can always see the play going on, and hear the speeches—of the passers-by."
The large mouth smiled back. But at Charm's first sentence the keen Norman eyes had fixed40 their twinkling glitter on the girl's face. They seemed to be reading to the very bottom of her thought and being. The scrutiny41 was not relaxed as he answered.
"Yes, yes, it is very amusing. One sees a little of everything here. Le monde qui passe—it makes life more diverting; it helps to kill the time. I look out from my perch42, like a bird—a very old one, and caged"—and he shook forth a great laugh from beneath the wide leather apron43.
The woman, hearing the laugh, came out into the room.
"E'ben—et toi—what do you want?"
The giant stopped laughing long enough to turn tyrant44. The woman, at the first of his growl45, smiled feebly, going back with unresisting meekness46 to her knees, to her pots, and her kettles. The dog growled47 in imitation of his master; obviously the soul of the dog was in the wrong body.
Meanwhile the master of the dog and the woman had forgotten both now; he was continuing, in a masterful way, to enlighten us about the peculiarities48 of his native village. The talk had now reached the subject of the church.
"Oh, yes, it is fine, very, and old; it and this old house are the oldest of all the inhabitants of this village. The church came first, though, it was built by the English, when they came over, thinking to conquer us with their Hundred Years' War. Little they knew France and Frenchmen. The church was thoroughly50 French, although the English did build it; on the ground many times, but up again, only waiting the hand of the builder and the restorer."
Again the slim-waisted shape of the old wife ventured forth into the room.
"Yes, as he says"—in a voice that was but an echo—"the church has been down many times."
"Tais-toi—c'est moi qui parle," grumbled52 anew her husband, giving the withered53 face a terrific scowl54.
"Ohé, oui, c'est toi," the echo bleated55. The thin hands meekly folded themselves across her apron. She stood quite still, as if awaiting more punishment.
"It is our good curé who wishes to pull it down once more," her terrible husband went on, not heeding56 her quiet presence. "Do you know our curé? Ah, ha, he's a fine one. It's he that rules us now—he's our king—our emperor. Ugh, he's a bad one, he is."
"Ah, yes, he's a bad one, he is," his wife echoed, from the side wall.
"Well, and who asked you to talk?" cried her husband, with a face as black as when the curé's name had first been mentioned. The echo shrank into the wall. "As I was telling these ladies"—he resumed here his boot work, clamping the last between his great knees—"as I was saying, we have not been fortunate in cures, we of our parish. There are curés and curés, as there are fagots and fagots—and ours is a bad lot. We've had nothing but trouble since he came to rule over us. We get poorer day by day, and he richer. There he is now, feeding his hens and his doves—look, over there—with the ladies of his household gathered about him—his mother, his aunt, and his niece—a perfect harem. Oh, he keeps them all fat and sleek57, like himself! Bah!"
The grunt58 of disgust the cobbler gave filled the room like a thunder-clap. He was peering over his last, across the open counter, at a little house adjoining the church green, with a great hatred59 in his face. From one of the windows of the house there was leaning forth a group of three heads; there was the tonsured60 head of a priest, round, pink-tinted, and the figures of two women, one youthful, with a long, sad-featured face, and the other ruddy and vigorous in outline. They were watching the priest as he scattered61 corn to the hens and geese in the garden below the window.
The cobbler was still eying them fiercely, as he continued to give vent51 to his disgust.
"Méchant homme—lui," he here whipped his thread, venomously, through the leather he was sewing. "Figure to yourselves, mesdames, that besides being wicked, our curé is a very shrewd man; it is not for the pure good of the parish he works, not he."
"Not he," the echo repeated, coming forth again from the wall. This time the whisper passed unnoticed; her master's hatred of the curé was greater than his passion for showing his own power.
"Religion—religion is a very good way of making money, better than most, if one knows how to work the machine. The soul, it is a fine instrument on which to play, if one is skilful62. Our curé has a grand touch on this instrument. You should see the good man take up a collection, it is better than a comedy."
Here the cobbler turned actor; he rose, scattering63 his utensils64 right and left; he assumed a grand air and a mincing65, softly tread, the tread of a priest. His flexible voice imitated admirably the rounded, unctuous66, autocratic tone peculiar49 to the graduates of St. Sulpice.
"You should hear him, when the collection does not suit him: 'Mes frères et mes soeurs, I see that le bon Dieu isn't in your minds and your hearts to-day; you are not listening to his voice; the Saviour67 is then speaking in vain?' Then he prays—" the cobbler folded his hands with a great parade of reference, lifting his eyes as he rolled his lids heavenward hypocritically—"yes, he prays—and then he passes the plate himself! He holds it before your very nose, there is no pushing it aside; he would hold it there till you dropped—till Doomsday. Ah, he's a hard crust, he is! There's a tyrant for you—la monarchie absolue—that's what he believes in. He must have this, he must have that. Now it is a new altar-cloth, or a fresh Virgin68 of the modern make, from Paris, with a robe of real lace; the old one was black and faded, too black to pray to. Now it is a huissier, forsooth, that we must have, we, a parish of a few hundred souls, who know our seats in the church as well as we know our own noses. One would think a 'suisse' would have done; but we are swells69 now—avec ce gaillard-là, only the tiptop is good enough. So, if you grace our poor old church with your presence you will be shown to your bench by a very splendid gentleman in black, in knee-breeches, with silver chains, with a three-cornered hat, who strikes with his stick three times as he seats you. Bah! ridiculous!"
"Ridiculous!" the woman repeated, softly.
"They had the curé once, though. One day in church he announced a subscription70 to be taken up for restorations, from fifty centimes to—to anything; he will take all you give him, avaricious71 that he is! He believes in the greasing of the palm, he does. Well, think you the subscription was for restorations, mesdames? It was for demolition—that's what it was for—to make the church level with the ground. To do this would cost a little matter of twenty thousand francs, which would pass through his hands, you understand. Well, that staggered the parish. Our mayor—a man pas trop fin32, was terribly upset. He went about saying the curé claimed the church as his; he could do as he liked with it, he said, and he proposed to make it a fine modern one. All the village was weeping. The church was the oldest friend of the village, except for such as I, whom these things have turned pagan. Well, one of our good citizens reminds the mayor that the church, under the new laws, belongs to the commune. The mayor tells this timidly to the curé. And the curé retorts, 'Ah, bien, at least one-half belongs to me.' And the good citizen answers—he has gone with the mayor to prop72 him up—'Which half will you take? The cemetery73, doubtless, since your charge is over the souls of the parish.' Ah! ah! he pricked74 him well then! he pricked him well!"
The low room rang with the great shout of the cobbler's laughter. The dog barked furiously in concert. Our own laughter was drowned in the thunder of our host's loud guffaws75. The poor old wife shook herself with a laugh so much too vigorous for her frail76 frame, one feared its after-effects.
The after-effects were a surprise. After the first of her husband's spasms77 of glee the old woman spoke78 out, but in trembling tones no longer.
"Ah, the cemetery, it is I who forgot to go there this week."
Her husband stopped, the laugh dying on his lip as he turned to her.
"Ah, ma bonne, how came that? You forgot?" His own tones trembled at the last word.
"Yes, you had the cramps79 again, you remember, and there was no money left for the bouquet80."
"Yes, I remember," and the great chest heaved a deep sigh.
"You have children—you have lost someone?"
"Hélas! no living children, mademoiselle. No, no—one daughter we had, but she died twenty years ago. She lies over there—where we can see her. She would have been thirty-eight years now—the fourteenth of this very month!"
"Yes, this very month."
Then the old woman, for the first time, left her refuge along the wall; she crept softly, quietly near to her husband to put her withered hand in his. His large palm closed over it. Both of the old faces turned toward the cemetery; and in the old eyes a film gathered, as they looked toward all that was left of the hope that was buried away from them.
We left them thus, hand in hand, with many promises to renew the acquaintance.
The village was no longer abroad in the streets. During our talk in the shop the night had fallen; it had cast its shadow, as trees cast theirs, in a long, slow slant81. Lights were trembling in the dim interiors; the shrill82 cries of the children were stilled; only a muffled83 murmur84 came through the open doors and windows. The villagers were pattering across the rough floors, talking, as their sabots clattered85 heavily over the wooden surface, as they washed the dishes, as they covered their fires, shoving back the tables and chairs. As we walked along, through the nearer windows came the sound of steps on the creaking old stairs, then a rustling86 of straw and the heavy fall of weary bodies, as the villagers flung themselves on the old oaken beds, that groaned87 as they received their burden. Presently all was still. Only our steps resounded88 through the streets. The stars filled the sky; and beneath them the waves broke along the beach. In the closely packed little streets the heavy breathing of the sleeping village broke also in short, quick gasps89.
Only we and the night were awake.
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longingly
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