"Ay, ay! and, if she won"t walk, we"ll drag her."
"And for her to have the impudence to dress herself like one of us honest girls!" said an awkward, ill-looking farm-wench.
"I"m sure," rejoined another female, with her mock-modest air, "one might have thought she would go to heaven, spite of priest or confession!"
"Why, she had the a.s.surance even to attend ma.s.s!"
"No! Did she? Why did she not join in the communion afterwards then, I should like to know?"
"And then she must play the young lady, and hold up her head as high as our betters!"
"As though we were not good company enough for her!"
"However, every dog has his day!"
"Oh, I"ll make you find your tongue, and tell who it was took my husband"s life!" vociferated the enraged widow, breaking out into a fresh storm, now she felt her party so strong. "You all belong to one gang; and I"m not sure but I saw you among them at the very time and place when the b.l.o.o.d.y deed was done! Come, come; don"t stand there shedding your crocodile tears; you are found out, and may as well leave off shamming any more. Show your face, I say! You are a beauty, ain"t you?" And the infuriated woman, suiting the action to the word, violently s.n.a.t.c.hed the two hands of poor Fleur-de-Marie from the pale and grief-worn countenance they concealed, and down which tears were fast streaming.
The Goualeuse, sinking under a sense of shame, and terrified at finding herself thus at the mercy of her persecutors, joined her hands, and, turning towards the milk-woman her supplicating and timid looks, she said, in a gentle voice:
"Indeed, indeed, madam, I have been at the farm of Bouqueval these last two months. How could I, then, have been witness to the dreadful misfortune you speak of? And--"
The faint tones of Fleur-de-Marie"s voice were drowned in the loud uproarious cries of the surrounding mult.i.tude.
"Let us take her before the mayor! She can speak; and she shall, too, to some purpose. March, march, my fine madam! On with you!"
So saying, the menacing crowd pressed upon the poor girl, who, mechanically crossing her hands on her bosom, looked eagerly around, as though in search of help.
"Oh," cried the milk-woman, "you need not stare about in that wild way.
Mlle. Clara is not here now to take your part. You don"t slip through my fingers, I promise you!"
"Alas! madam," uttered Fleur-de-Marie, trembling violently, "I seek not to escape from you. Be a.s.sured, I am both ready and willing to answer all the questions put to me, if I can be of any service to you by so doing. But what harm have I done to these people, who surround and threaten me in this manner?"
"What have you done?" repeated a number of voices, "why, you have dared to stick yourself up with our betters, when we, who were worth thousands more than such as you, were made to keep our distance,--that"s what you have done!"
"And what right had you to cause this poor woman to be turned away with her fatherless children?" cried another.
"Indeed, it was no fault of mine. It was Mlle. Clara, who wished--"
"That is not true!" interrupted the speaker. "You never even opened your mouth in her favour. No, not you? You were too well pleased to see her bread taken from her."
"No, no! no more she did," chimed in a burst of voices, male and female.
"She is a regular bad one!"
"A poor widow-woman, with three helpless children!"
"If I did not plead for her with Mlle. Clara, it was because I had not power to utter a word."
"You could find strength enough to talk to a set of thieves and murderers!"
And, as is frequently the case in public commotions, the country people, more ignorant than vicious, actually talked themselves into a fury, until their own words and violence excited them to fresh acts of rage and vengeance against their unhappy victim.
The menacing throng, gesticulating, and loudly threatening, advanced closer and closer towards Fleur-de-Marie, while the widow appeared to have lost all command over herself. Separated from the deep pond only by the parapet on which she was leaning, the Goualeuse shuddered at the idea of their throwing her into the water; and, extending towards them her supplicating hands, she exclaimed:
"Good, kind people! what do you want with me? For pity"s sake do not harm me!"
And as the milk-woman, with fierce and angry gestures, kept coming nearer and nearer, holding her clenched fist almost in the face of Fleur-de-Marie, the poor girl, drawing herself back in terror, said, in beseeching tones:
"Pray, pray, do not press so closely on me, or you will cause me to fall into the water."
These words suggested a cruel idea to the rough spectators. Intending merely one of those practical jokes which, however diverting to the projectors, are fraught with serious harm and suffering to the unfortunate object of them, one of the most violent of the number called out, "Let"s give her a plunge in! Duck her! duck her!"
"Yes, yes!" chimed several voices, accompanied with brutal laughter, and noisy clapping of hands, with other tokens of unanimous approval. "Throw her in!--in with her!"
"A good dip will do her good! Water won"t kill her!"
"That will teach her not to show her face among honest people again!"
"To be sure. Toss her in!--fling her over!"
"Fortunately, the ice was broken this morning!"
"And when she has had her bath she may go and tell her street companions how the folks at Arnouville farm serve such vile girls as she is!"
As these unfeeling speeches reached her ear, as she heard their barbarous jokes, and observed the exasperated looks of the brutally excited individuals who approached her to carry their threat into execution, Fleur-de-Marie gave herself over for lost. But to her first horror of a violent death succeeded a sort of gloomy satisfaction. The future wore so threatening and hopeless an aspect for her that she thanked heaven for shortening her trial. Not another complaining word escaped her; but gently falling on her knees, and piously folding her hands upon her breast, she closed her eyes, and meekly resigned herself to her fate.
The labourers, surprised at the att.i.tude and mute resignation of the Goualeuse, hesitated a moment in the accomplishment of their savage design; but, rallied on their folly and irresolution by the female part of the a.s.semblage, they recommenced their uproarious cries, as though to inspire themselves with the necessary courage to complete their wicked purpose.
Just as two of the most furious of the party were about to seize on Fleur-de-Marie a loud, thrilling voice was heard, exclaiming:
"Stop! I command you!"
And at the very instant Madame Georges, who had forced a pa.s.sage through the crowd, reached the still kneeling Goualeuse, took her in her arms, and, raising her, cried:
"Rise up, my child! Stand up, my beloved daughter! the knee should be bent to G.o.d alone!"
The expression and att.i.tude of Madame Georges were so full of courageous firmness that the actors in this cruel scene shrunk back speechless and confounded. Indignation coloured her usually pale features, and casting on the labourers a stern look she said to them, in a loud and threatening voice:
"Wretches! Are you not ashamed of such brutal conduct to a helpless girl like this?"
"She is--"
"My daughter!" exclaimed Madame Georges, with severity, and abruptly interrupting the man who was about to speak, "and, as such, both cherished and protected by our worthy cure, M. l"Abbe Laporte, whom every one venerates and loves; and those whom he loves and esteems ought to be respected by every one!"
These simple words effectually imposed silence on the crowd. The cure of Bouqueval was looked upon throughout his district almost as a saint, and many there present were well aware of the interest he took in the Goualeuse. Still a confused murmur went on, and Madame Georges, fully comprehending its import, added:
"Suppose this poor girl were the very worst of creatures--the most abandoned of her s.e.x--your conduct is not the less disgraceful! What offence has she committed? And what right have you to punish her?--you, who call yourselves men, to exert your strength and power against one poor, feeble, unresisting female! Surely it was a cowardly action all to unite against a defenceless girl! Come, Marie! come, child of my heart!
let us return home; there, at least, you are known, and justly appreciated."