At last he was gone; but it wanted ten minutes only to twelve.
Josephine inquired amiably, whether it would not be as well to postpone
matters to another day--meaning forever. "My ARDOR is chilled," said
she, and showed symptoms of crying at what she had gone through.
Camille replied by half dragging them to the mayor. That worthy received
them with profound, though somewhat demure respect, and invited them to
a table sumptuously served. The ladies, out of politeness, were about to
assent, but Camille begged permission to postpone that part until after
the ceremony.
At last, to their astonishment, they were married. Then, with a promise
to return and dine with the mayor, they went to the cure. Lo and behold!
he was gone to visit a sick person. "He had waited a long time for
them," said the servant.
Josephine was much disconcerted, and showed a disposition to cry again.
The servant, a good-natured girl, nosed a wedding, and offered to run
and bring his reverence in a minute.
Presently there came an old silvery-haired man, who addressed them all
as his children.
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