Someone outside thought he had finished and began to clap. He sat down abashed, and took snuff to hide his confusion. Yes, they were all very old.
The meal ended at length with coffee, calvados, a local liqueur, and cheese.
"You are tired, my daughter?" asked Félicité, as Brigit frowned with impatience.
"Yes, petite mère."
Félicité, who for the last half hour had been fanning the sleeping bridegroom to keep off the flies, sighed.
"It is very warm. Why not go? They will clear the table and dance on the grass, I think."
Everyone left the arbour except her and the old man, and Brigit, feeling that Joyselle was close on her heels, went into the house and into the sitting-room.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Joyselle closed the door, and, to her surprise, turned the key. Then he faced her.