brought it up here!"
Max, Baruch, and their three comrades began to laugh at the Spaniard's
rage.
"I wanted to do you a service," said Max
coolly, "and in handling the
damned thing I came very near flinging myself after it; and this is
how you thank me, is it? What country do you come from?"
"I come from a country where they never forgive," replied Fario,
trembling with rage. "My cart will be the cab in which you shall drive
to the devil!--unless," he said, suddenly becoming as meek as a lamb,
"you will give me a new one."
"We will talk about that," said Max,
beginning to
descend.
When they reached the bottom and met the first hilarious group, Max
took Fario by the
button of his
jacket and said to him,--
"Yes, my good Fario, I'll give you a
magnificent cart, if you will
give me two hundred and fifty francs; but I won't
warrant it to go,
like this one, up a tower."
At this last jest Fario became as cool as though he were making a
bargain.
"Damn it!" he said, "give me the wherewithal to
replace my barrow, and
it will be the best use you ever made of old Rouget's money."
Max turned livid; he raised his
formidable fist to strike Fario; but
Baruch, who knew that the blow would
descend on others besides the
Spaniard, plucked the latter away like a
feather and whispered to
Max,--
"Don't
commit such a folly!"
The grand master, thus called to order, began to laugh and said to
Fario,--
"If I, by accident, broke your barrow, and you in return try to
slander me, we are quits."
"Not yet," muttered Fario. "But I am glad to know what my barrow was
worth."
"Ah, Max, you've found your match!" said a
spectator of the scene, who
did not belong to the Order of Idleness.
"Adieu, Monsieur Gilet. I haven't thanked you yet for lending me a
hand," cried the Spaniard, as he kicked the sides of his horse and
disappeared amid loud hurrahs.
"We will keep the tires of the wheels for you," shouted a wheelwright,
who had come to
inspect the damage done to the cart.
One of the shafts was sticking
upright in the ground, as straight as a
tree. Max stood by, pale and
thoughtful, and deeply annoyed by Fario's
speech. For five days after this, nothing was talked of in Issoudun
but the tale of the Spaniard's barrow; it was even fated to travel
abroad, as Goddet remarked,--for it went the round of Berry, where the
speeches of Fario and Max were
repeated, and at the end of a week the
affair, greatly to the Spaniard's
satisfaction, was still the talk of
the three departments and the subject of endless
gossip. In
consequence of the vindictive Spaniard's terrible speech, Max and the
Rabouilleuse became the object of certain comments which were merely
whispered in Issoudun, though they were
spoken aloud in Bourges,
Vatan, Vierzon, and Chateauroux. Maxence Gilet knew enough of that
region of the country to guess how envenomed such comments would
become.
"We can't stop their tongues," he said at last. "Ah! I did a foolish
thing!"
"Max!" said Francois,
taking his arm. "They are coming to-night."
"They! Who!"
"The Bridaus. My
grandmother has just had a letter from her
goddaughter."
"Listen, my boy," said Max in a low voice. "I have been thinking
deeply of this matter. Neither Flore nor I ought to seem opposed to
the Bridaus. If these heirs are to be got rid of, it is for you
Hochons to drive them out of Issoudun. Find out what sort of people
they are. To-morrow at Mere Cognette's, after I've taken their
measure, we can decide what is to be done, and how we can set your
grandfather against them."
"The Spaniard found the flaw in Max's armor," said Baruch to his
cousin Francois, as they turned into Monsieur Hochon's house and
watched their comrade entering his own door.
While Max was thus employed, Flore, in spite of her friend's advice,
was
unable to
restrain her wrath; and without
knowing whether she
would help or
hinder Max's plans, she burst forth upon the poor