She felt rather the more inclined to
take this view of the question inasmuch as Jean had grumbled, just a
little--he would not do more--at his wife's vanity in buying a gay
dress of French fabric, like a city dame, while all the women of the
parish were wearing homespun,--grogram, or linsey-woolsey,--whether
at church or market.
Jean had not the heart to say another word to Babet about the French
gown. In truth, he thought she looked very pretty in it, better
than in grogram or in linsey-woolsey, although at double the cost.
He only winked knowingly at Babet, and went on to speaking of the
Bourgeois.
"They say the King has long hands, but this Intendant has claws
longer than Satan. There will be trouble by and by at the Golden
Dog--mark that, Babet! It was only the other day the Intendant was
conversing with the Sieur Cadet as they crossed the ferry. They
forgot me, or thought I did not hear them; but I had my ears open,
as I always have. I heard something said, and I hope no harm, will
come to the good Bourgeois, that is all!"
"I don't know where Christian folk would deal if anything happened
him," said Babet, reflectively.
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