"CORENTIN KEREMENEN."
When night came and we were in bed it was impossible to sleep. I heard Yves turning in his bed, "going about" as he said in his Breton accent. At the thought that on the morrow he would be on the road to Toulven to see his little firstborn, his honest manly heart overflowed with all kinds of sentiments which were quite new to him.
Two days after him, I, too, would be due at Toulven for the baptism.
And he made a thousand and one projects for this ceremony:
"I hardly dare to say it, but, if you would like, at Toulven, to stay with us. . . . At my father-in-law's place, you know. . . . To be sure it is not like the town, as I need not tell you. . . ."
[CHAPTER XLIII]
BREST, 15th June, 1878.
In the early morning I set out for Toulven where Yves has been awaiting me since yesterday.
The weather is magnificent. Old Brittany is green and decked with flowers. Along the road are large woods and rocks.
Yves is waiting for me on the arrival of the diligence which I caught at Bannalec. Beside him is a girl of eighteen or nineteen, who blushes, looking very pretty in her large coif.