"No!" said the man, roughly. "I would as soon, or sooner, confess to a stranger."
"In that case," replied Monsieur Chaubard, "be so good as to follow me."
He led the way to the confessional. The beadle, whose curiosity was excited, waited a little, and looked after them. In a few minutes he saw the curtains, which were sometimes used to conceal the face of the officiating priest, suddenly drawn. The penitent knelt with his back turned to the church. There was literally nothing to see; but the beadle waited, nevertheless, in expectation of the end.
After a long lapse of time the curtain was withdrawn, and priest and penitent left the confessional.
The change which the interval had worked in Monsieur Chaubard was so extraordinary, that the beadle"s attention was altogether withdrawn, in the interest of observing it, from the man who had made the confession.
He did not remark by which door the stranger left the church--his eyes were fixed on Monsieur Chaubard. The priest"s naturally ruddy face was as white as if he had just risen from a long sickness; he looked straight before him, with a stare of terror, and he left the church as hurriedly as if he had been a man escaping from prison; left it without a parting word, or a farewell look, although he was noted for his courtesy to his inferiors on all ordinary occasions.
"Good Monsieur Chaubard has heard more than he bargained for," said the beadle, wandering back to the empty confessional with an interest which he had never felt in it till that moment.
The day wore on as quietly as usual in the village of Croix-Daurade.
At the appointed time the supper-table was laid for the guests in the house of Saturnin Siadoux. The widow Mirailhe and the two neighbors arrived a little before sunset. Monsieur Chaubard, who was usually punctual, did not make his appearance with them; and when the daughters of Saturnin Siadoux looked out from the upper windows, they saw no signs on the high-road of their father"s return.
Sunset came, and still neither Siadoux nor the priest appeared. The little party sat waiting round the table, and waited in vain. Before long a message was sent up from the kitchen, representing that the supper must be eaten forthwith, or be spoiled; and the company began to debate the two alternatives--of waiting, or not waiting, any longer.
"It is my belief," said the widow Mirailhe, "that my brother is not coming home to-night. When Monsieur Chaubard joins us, we had better sit down to supper."
"Can any accident have happened to my father?" asked one of the two daughters, anxiously.
"G.o.d forbid!" said the widow.
"G.o.d forbid!" repeated the two neighbors, looking expectantly at the empty supper-table.
"It has been a wretched day for traveling;" said Louis, the eldest son.
"It rained in torrents all yesterday," added Thomas; the second son.
"And your father"s rheumatism makes him averse to traveling in wet weather," suggested the widow, thoughtfully.
"Very true," said the first of the two neighbors, shaking his head piteously at his pa.s.sive knife and fork.
Another message came up from the kitchen, and peremptorily forbade the company to wait any longer.
"But where is Monsieur Chaubard?" said the widow. "Has he been taking a journey too? Why is he absent? Has any body seen him to-day?"
"I have seen him to-day," said the youngest son, who had not spoken yet. This young man"s name was Jean; he was little given to talking, but he had proved himself, on various domestic occasions, to be the quickest and most observant member of the family.
"Where did you see him?" asked the widow.
"I met him this morning, on his way into Toulouse."
"He has not fallen ill, I hope? Did he look out of sorts when you met him?"
"He was in excellent health and spirits," said Jean. "I never saw him look better--"
"And I never saw him look worse," said the second of the neighbors, striking into the conversation with the aggressive fretfulness of a hungry man.
"What! this morning?" cried Jean, in astonishment.
"No; this afternoon," said the neighbor "I saw him going into our church here. He was as white as our plates will be--when they come up.
And what is almost as extraordinary, he pa.s.sed without taking the slightest notice of me."
Jean relapsed into his customary silence. It was getting dark; the clouds had gathered while the company had been talking; and, at the first pause in the conversation, the rain, falling again in torrents, made itself drearily audible.
"Dear, dear me!" said the widow. "If it was not raining so hard, we might send somebody to inquire after good Monsieur Chaubard."
"I"ll go and inquire," said Thomas Siadoux. "It"s not five minutes"
walk. Have up the supper; I"ll take a cloak with me; and if our excellent Monsieur Chaubard is out of his bed, I"ll bring him back, to answer for himself."
With those words he left the room. The supper was put on the table forthwith. The hungry neighbor disputed with n.o.body from that moment, and the melancholy neighbor recovered his spirits.
On reaching the priest"s house, Thomas Siadoux found him sitting alone in his study. He started to his feet, with every appearance of the most violent alarm, when the young man entered the room.
"I beg your pardon, sir," said Thomas; "I am afraid I have startled you."
"What do you want?" asked Monsieur Chaubard, in a singularly abrupt, bewildered manner.
"Have you forgotten, sir, that this is the night of our supper?"
remonstrated Thomas. "My father has not come back, and we can only suppose--"
At those words the priest dropped into his chair again, and trembled from head to foot. Amazed to the last degree by this extraordinary reception of his remonstrance, Thomas Siadoux remembered, at the same time, that he had engaged to bring Monsieur Chaubard back with him; and he determined to finish his civil speech as if nothing had happened.
"We are all of opinion," he resumed, "that the weather has kept my father on the road. But that is no reason, sir, why the supper should be wasted, or why you should not make one of us, as you promised. Here is a good warm cloak--"
"I can"t come," said the priest "I"m ill; I"m in bad spirits; I"m not fit to go out." He sighed bitterly, and hid his face in his hands.
"Don"t say that, sir," persisted Thomas. "If you are out of spirits, let us try to cheer you. And you, in your turn, will enliven us. They are all waiting for you at home. Don"t refuse, sir," pleaded the young man, "or we shall think we have offended you in some way. You have always been a good friend to our family--"
Monsieur Chaubard again rose from his chair, with a second change of manner, as extraordinary and as perplexing as the first. His eyes moistened as if the tears were rising in them; he took the hand of Thomas Siadoux, and pressed it long and warmly in his own. There was a curious mixed expression of pity and fear in the look which he now fixed on the young man.
"Of all the days in the year," he said, very earnestly, "don"t doubt my friendship to-day. Ill as I am, I will make one of the supper party, for your sake--"
"And for my father"s sake?" added Thomas, persuasively.
"Let us go to the supper," said the priest.
Thomas Siadoux wrapped the cloak round him, and they left the house.
Every one at the table noticed the change in Monsieur Chaubard. He accounted for it by declaring, confusedly, that he was suffering from nervous illness; and then added that he would do his best, notwithstanding, to promote the social enjoyment of the evening. His talk was fragmentary, and his cheerfulness was sadly forced; but he contrived, with these drawbacks, to take his part in the conversation--except in the case when it happened to turn on the absent master of the house. Whenever the name of Saturnin Siadoux was mentioned---either by the neighbors, who politely regretted that he was not present, or by the family, who naturally talked about the resting-place which he might have chosen for the night--Monsieur Chaubard either relapsed into blank silence, or abruptly changed the topic. Under these circ.u.mstances, the company, by whom he was respected and beloved, made the necessary allowances for his state of health; the only person among them who showed no desire to cheer the priest"s spirits, and to humor him in his temporary fretfulness, being the silent younger son of Saturnin Siadoux.
Both Louis and Thomas noticed that, from the moment when Monsieur Chaubard"s manner first betrayed his singular unwillingness to touch on the subject of their father"s absence, Jean fixed his eyes on the priest with an expression of suspicious attention, and never looked away from him for the rest of the evening. The young man"s absolute silence at table did not surprise his brothers, for they were accustomed to his taciturn habits. But the sullen distrust betrayed in his close observation of the honored guest and friend of the family surprised and angered them. The priest himself seemed once or twice to be aware of the scrutiny to which he was subjected, and to feel uneasy and offended, as he naturally might. He abstained, however, from openly noticing Jean"s strange behavior; and Louis and Thomas were bound, therefore, in common politeness, to abstain from noticing it also.
The inhabitants of Croix-Daurade kept early hours. Toward eleven o"clock, the company rose and separated for the night. Except the two neighbors, n.o.body had enjoyed the supper, and even the two neighbors, having eaten their fill, were as glad to get home as the rest. In the little confusion of parting, Monsieur Chaubard completed the astonishment of the guests at the extraordinary change in him, by slipping away alone, without waiting to bid any body good-night.
The widow Mirailhe and her nieces withdrew to their bedrooms, and left the three brothers by themselves in the parlor.
"Jean," said Thomas Siadoux, "I have a word to say to you. You stared at our good Monsieur Chaubard in a very offensive manner all through the evening. What did you mean by it?"