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Asthemayorwasabouttositdowntobreakfast，wordwasbroughttohimthattheruraloliceman，withtworisoners，wasawaitinghimattheHoteldeVille。HewentthereatonceandfoundoldHochedurstandingguardbeforeamiddle-classcoulewhomhewasregardingwithasevereexressiononhisface。
Theman，afatoldfellowwitharednoseandwhitehair，seemedutterlydejected;whilethewoman，alittleroundaboutindividualwithshiningcheeks，lookedattheofficialwhohadarrestedthem，withdefianteyes。
“Whatisit?Whatisit，Hochedur?”
Theruralolicemanmadehisdeosition。
Hehadgoneoutthatmorningathisusualtime，inordertoatrolhisbeatfromtheforestofChamiouxasfarastheboundariesofArgenteuil。Hehadnotnoticedanythingunusualinthecountryexcetthatitwasafineday，andthatthewheatwasdoingwell，whenthesonofoldBredel，whowasgoingoverhisvines，calledouttohim:
“Here，DaddyHochedur，goandhavealookattheoutskirtsofthewood。Inthefirstthicketyouwillfindaairofigeonswhomustbeahundredandthirtyyearsoldbetweenthem!”
Hewentinthedirectionindicated，enteredthethicket，andthereheheardwordswhichmadehimsusectaflagrantbreachofmorality。Advancing，therefore，onhishandsandkneesasiftosurriseaoacher，hehadarrestedthecoulewhomhefoundthere。
Themayorlookedattheculritsinastonishment，forthemanwascertainlysixty，andthewomanfifty-fiveatleast，andhebegantoquestionthem，beginningwiththeman，whoreliedinsuchaweakvoicethathecouldscarcelybeheard。
“Whatisyourname?”
“NicholasBeaurain。”
“Youroccuation?”
“Haberdasher，intheRuedesMartyrs，inParis。”
“Whatwereyoudoinginthewood?”
Thehaberdasherremainedsilent，withhiseyesonhisfataunch，andhishandshangingathissides，andthemayorcontinued:
“Doyoudenywhattheofficerofthemunicialauthoritiesstates?”
“No，monsieur。”
“Soyouconfessit?”
“Yes，monsieur。”
“Whathaveyoutosayinyourdefence？”
“Nothing，monsieur。”
“Wheredidyoumeettheartnerinyourmisdemeanor?”
“Sheismywife，monsieur。”
“Yourwife?”
“Yes，monsieur。”
“Then-then-youdonotlivetogether-inParis?”
“Ibegyourardon，monsieur，butwearelivingtogether!”
“Butinthatcase-youmustbemad，altogethermad，mydearsir，togetcaughtlayingloversinthecountryattenoclockinthemorning。”
Thehaberdasherseemedreadytocrywithshame，andhemuttered:“Itwasshewhoenticedme!Itoldheritwasverystuid，butwhenawomanoncegetsathingintoherhead-youknow-youcannotgetitout。”
Themayor，wholikedajoke，smiledandrelied:“Inyourcase，thecontraryoughttohavehaened。Youwouldnotbehere，ifshehadhadtheideaonlyinherhead。”
ThenMonsieurBeauainwasseizedwithrageandturningtohiswife，hesaid:“Doyouseetowhatyouhavebroughtuswithyouroetry?Andnowweshallhavetogobeforethecourtsatourage，forabreachofmorals!Andweshallhavetoshututhesho，sellourgoodwill，andgotosomeotherneighborhood!Thatswhatithascometo。”
MadameBeauraingotu，andwithoutlookingatherhusband，sheexlainedherselfwithoutembarrassment，withoutuselessmodesty，andalmostwithouthesitation。
Ofcourse，monsieur，Iknowthatwehavemadeourselvesridiculous。Willyouallowmetoleadmycauselikeanadvocate，orratherlikeaoorwoman?AndIhoethatyouwillbekindenoughtosendushome，andtosareusthedisgraceofarosecution。
Yearsago，whenIwasyoung，ImadeMonsieurBeaurain’sacquaintanceoneSundayinthisneighborhood。Hewasemloyedinadraer’ssho，andIwasasaleswomaninaready-madeclothingestablishment。Irememberitasifitwereyesterday。IusedtocomeandsendSundayshereoccasionallywithafriendofmine，RoseLeveque，withwhomIlivedintheRuePigalle，andRosehadasweetheart，whileIhadnone。Heusedtobringushere，andoneSaturdayhetoldmelaughingthatheshouldbringafriendwithhimthenextday。Iquiteunderstoodwhathemeant，butIreliedthatitwouldbenogood;forIwasvirtuous，monsieur。
ThenextdaywemetMonsieurBeaurainattherailwaystation，andinthosedayshewasgood-looking，butIhadmadeumymindnottoencouragehim，andIdidnot。Well，wearrivedatBezons。Itwasalovelyday，thesortofdaythattouchesyourheart。Whenitisfineevennow，justasitusedtobeformerly，Igrowquitefoolish，andwhenIaminthecountryIutterlylosemyhead。Thegreengrass，theswallowsflyingsoswiftly，thesmellofthegrass，thescarletoies，thedaisies，allthatmakesmecrazy。Itislikechamagnewhenoneisnotaccustomedtoit!
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