CHAPTER IV.
MY UNCLE CHAMBRUN.
Having done so, I returned to my uncle, and said to him,--"Uncle, the bishop has gone away in great wrath, vowing that you shall repent of your conduct." "And when I would have made way for him," said my aunt, indignantly, "he called me a bad name, and looked as if I were the very scum of the earth." "Ah, he does not recognize marriages among the clergy," said my uncle, calmly.

"Never mind him, my good Dorothee; he'd be glad enough to have a wife of his own, and seeing me so much better off than he is, makes him captious and querulous.

Come and shake up my pillow, for my poor head aches sadly.

I will try to get a little sleep." At that instant, a loud trampling of horses' feet was heard, together with the jingling of spurs and the clanking of armor.
"What's that ?" cried Aunt Dorothee, running from the bed to the window, and pulling back the little curtain, "Ah, le beau spectacle! Look out, Jacques!" It was indeed a fine spectacle, as far as mere outward splendor went, to see a troup of cavalry in blue and burnished steel, on powerful black horses, ride proudly by, making the very earth shake under them; and many children, attracted by the sight, ran towards them, shouting and throwing up their caps; but when I looked at the ferocious faces of these men, seamed with many an ugly scar--their lowering brows, their terrible eyes, their sour aspect--I felt they might be as dreadful to face in peace as in war.

I watched them out of sight, and then placed myself beside my uncle, who, with closed eyes and folded hands, was endeavoring to sleep.