The day of the wedding there was a gay procession through the parish of the friends and constituents of Magon Farcinelle.

When they came to his home he joined them, and marched at the head of the procession as had done many a forefather of his, with ribbons on his hat and others at his button-hole.

After stopping for exchange of courtesies at several houses in the parish, the procession came to the homestead of the Lavilettes, and the crowd were now enough excited to forget the pride which had repelled and offended them for many years.
Monsieur Lavilette made a polite speech, sending round cider and "white wine" (as native whiskey was called) when he had finished.

Later, Nicolas furnished some good brandy, and Farcinelle sent more.

A good number of people had come out of curiosity to see what manner of man the Englishman was, well prepared to resent his overbearing snobbishness--they were inclined to believe every Englishman snobbish.
But Ferrol was so entirely affable, and he drank so freely with everyone that came to say "A votre sante, M'sieu' le Baron," and kept such a steady head in spite of all those quantities of white wine, brandy and cider, that they were almost ready to carry him on their shoulders; though, with their racial prejudice, they would probably have repented of that indiscretion on the morrow.
Presently, dancing began in a paddock just across the road from the house; and when Madame Lavilette saw that Mr.Ferrol gave such undisguised countenance to the primitive rejoicings, she encouraged the revellers and enlarged her hospitality, sending down hampers of eatables.