“What are you paying for poultry in Fecamp, my dear lady?”
“Four francs and four francs fifty centimes,” she said, her eyes full of tears, while the farmer's wife, who was looking at her askance, asked in much surprise:
“Is the lady ill, as she is crying?”
He did not know what to say, and replied with some hesitation:
“No—no—but she lost her watch as we came along, a very handsome watch, and that troubles her. If anybody should find it, please let us know.”
Mother Benedict did not reply, as she thought it a very equivocal sort of answer, but suddenly she exclaimed:
“Oh, here is my husband!”
She was the only one who had seen him, as she was facing the gate. D'Apreval started and Madame de Cadour nearly fell as she turned round suddenly on her chair.
A man bent nearly double, and out of breath, stood there, ten-yards from them, dragging a cow at the end of a rope. Without taking any notice of the visitors, he said:
“Confound it! What a brute!”