Flore exacted that he should take minute care of his person, and her own vanity was gratified in seeing him well-dressed; she always stood on the sill of the door, and watched him starting for a walk, until she could see him no longer.

The whole town noticed these changes, which had made a new man of the bachelor.
"Have you heard the news ?" people said to each other in Issoudun.
"What is it ?" "Jean-Jacques inherits everything from his father, even the Rabouilleuse." "Don't you suppose the old doctor was wicked enough to provide a ruler for his son ?" "Rouget has got a treasure, that's certain," said everybody.
"She's a sly one! She is very handsome, and she will make him marry her." "What luck that girl has had, to be sure!" "The luck that only comes to pretty girls." "Ah, bah! do you believe that?
look at my uncle Borniche-Herau.

You have heard of Mademoiselle Ganivet?
she was as ugly as seven capital sins, but for all that, she got three thousand francs a year out of him." "Yes, but that was in 1778." "Still, Rouget is making a mistake.

His father left him a good forty thousand francs' income, and he ought to marry Mademoiselle Herau." "The doctor tried to arrange it, but she would not consent; Jean-Jacques is so stupid--" "Stupid! why women are very happy with that style of man." "Is your wife happy ?" Such was the sort of tattle that ran through Issoudun.

If people, following the use and wont of the provinces, began by laughing at this quasi-marriage, they ended by praising Flore for devoting herself to the poor fellow.