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know his name?"

      "Faith, I do! What of that?"

      "Well, he is in love with you!"

      She burst out laughing wildly, and exclaimed:

      "You are only fooling."

      "Oh! no, I am not fooling! He keeps talking of you all through the lesson. I bet that he'll marry you!"

      She ceased laughing. The idea of marriage makes every girl serious. Then she repeated, with an incredulous air:

      "This is humbug!"

      "I swear to you, it's true."

      She picked up her basket which she had laid down at her feet.

      "Well, we'll see," she said. And she went away.

      Presently when I had reached the boarding school, I took Pere Piquedent aside, and said:

      "You must write to her; she is infatuated with you."

      And he wrote a long letter, tenderly affectionate, full of phrases and circumlocutions, metaphors and similes, philosophy and academic gallantry; and I took on myself the responsibility of delivering it to the young woman.

      She read it with gravity, with emotion; then she murmured:

      "How well he writes! It is easy to see he has got education! Does he really mean to marry me?"

      I replied intrepidly: "Faith, he has lost his head about you!"

      "Then he must invite me to dinner on Sunday at the Ile des Fleurs."

      I promised that she should be invited.

      Pere Piquedent was much touched by everything I told him about her.

      I added:

      "She loves you, Monsieur Piquedent, and I believe her to be a decent girl. It is not right to lead her on and then abandon her."

      He replied in a firm tone:

      "I hope I, too, am a decent man, my friend."

      I confess I had at the time no plan. I was playing a practical joke a schoolboy joke, nothing more. I had been aware of the simplicity of the old usher, his innocence and his weakness. I amused myself without asking myself how it would turn out. I was eighteen, and I had been for a long time looked upon at the lycee as a sly practical joker.

      So it was agreed that Pere Piquedent and I should set out in a hack for the ferry of Queue de Vache, that we should there pick up Angele, and that I should take them into my boat, for in those days I was fond of boating. I would then bring them to the Ile des Fleurs, where the three of us would dine. I had inflicted myself on them, the better to enjoy my triumph, and the usher, consenting to my arrangement, proved clearly that he was losing his head by thus risking the loss of his position.

      When we arrived at the ferry, where my boat had been moored since morning, I saw in the grass, or rather above the tall weeds of the bank, an enormous red parasol, resembling a monstrous wild poppy. Beneath the parasol was the little laundress in her Sunday clothes. I was surprised. She was really pretty, though pale; and graceful, though with a rather suburban grace.

      Pere Piquedent raised his hat and bowed. She put out her hand toward him, and they stared at one another without uttering a word. Then they stepped into my boat, and I took the oars. They were seated side by side near the stern.

      The usher was the first to speak.

      "This is nice weather for a row in a boat."

      She murmured:

      "Oh! yes."

      She dipped her hand into the water, skimming the surface, making a thin, transparent film like a sheet of glass, which made a soft plashing along the side of the boat.

      When they were in the restaurant, she took it on herself to speak, and ordered dinner, fried fish, a chicken, and salad; then she led us on toward the isle, which she knew perfectly.

      After this, she was gay, romping, and even rather tantalizing.

      Until dessert, no question of love arose. I had treated them to champagne, and Pere Piquedent was tipsy. Herself slightly the worse, she called out to him:

      "Monsieur Piquenez."

      He said abruptly:

      "Mademoiselle, Monsieur Raoul has communicated my sentiments to you."

      She became as serious as a judge.

      "Yes, monsieur."

      "What is your reply?"

      "We never reply to these questions!"

      He puffed with emotion, and went on:

      "Well, will the day ever come that you will like me?"

      She smiled.

      "You big stupid! You are very nice."

      "In short, mademoiselle, do you think that, later on, we might—"

      She hesitated a second; then in a trembling voice she said:

      "Do you mean to marry me when you say that? For on no other condition, you know."

      "Yes, mademoiselle!"

      "Well, that's all right, Monsieur Piquedent!"

      It was thus that these two silly creatures promised marriage to each other through the trick of a young scamp. But I did not believe that it was serious, nor, indeed, did they, perhaps.

      "You know, I have nothing, not four sous," she said.

      He stammered, for he was as drunk as Silenus:

      "I have saved five thousand francs."

      She exclaimed triumphantly:

      "Then we can set up in business?"

      He became restless.

      "In what business?"

      "What do I know? We shall see. With five thousand francs we could do many things. You don't want me to go and live in your boarding school, do you?"

      He had not looked forward so far as this, and he stammered in great perplexity:

      "What business could we set up in? That would not do, for all I know is Latin!"

      She reflected in her turn, passing in review all her business ambitions.

      "You could not be a doctor?"

      "No, I have no diploma."

      "Or a chemist?"

      "No

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