"Who grudges a brave soldier supper and bed? Come home with me!""Much obliged, but I am no lover of priests.""Nor I of soldiers; but what is supper and bed between two true men?""Not much to you, but something to me.I will come.""In one hour," said Gerard, and went in high spirits to Margaret, and told her the treat in store, and she must come and share it.
She must drive his mother in his little carriage up to the manse with all speed, and make ready an excellent supper.Then he himself borrowed a cart, and drove Denys up rather slowly, to give the women time.
On the road Denys found out this priest was a kind soul, so told him his trouble, and confessed his heart was pretty near broken.
"The great use our stout hearts, and arms, and lives till we are worn out, and then fling us away like broken tools." He sighed deeply, and it cost Gerard a great struggle not to hug him then and there, and tell him.But he wanted to do it all like a story book.Who has not had this fancy once in his life? Why Joseph had it; all the better for us.
They landed at the little house.It was as clean as a penny, the hearth blazing, and supper set.
Denys brightened up."Is this your house, reverend sir?""Well, 'tis my work, and with these hands, but 'tis your house.""Ah, no such luck," said Denys, with a sigh.
"But I say ay," shouted Gerard."And what is more I - " (gulp)"say - " (gulp) "COURAGE, CAMARADE, LE DIABLE EST MORT!"Denys started, and almost staggered."Why, what?" he stammered, "w-wh-who art thou, that bringest me back the merry words and merry days of my youth?" and he was greatly agitated.
"My poor Denys, I am one whose face is changed, but nought else;to my heart, dear, trusty comrade, to my heart," And he opened his arms, with the tears in his eyes.But Denys came close to him, and peered in his face, and devoured every feature; and when he was sure it was really Gerard, he uttered a cry so vehement it brought the women running from the house, and fell upon Gerard's neck, and kissed him again and again, and sank on his knees, and laughed and sobbed with joy so terribly, that Gerard mourned his folly in doing dramas.But the women with their gentle soothing ways soon composed the brave fellow, and he sat smiling, and holding Margaret's hand and Gerard's, And they all supped together, and went to their beds with hearts warm as a toast; and the broken soldier was at peace, and in his own house, and under his comrade's wing.
His natural gaiety returned, and he resumed his consigne after eight years' disuse, and hobbled about the place enlivening it;but offended the parish mortally by calling the adored vicar comrade, and nothing but comrade.
When they made a fuss about this to Gerard, he just looked in their faces and said, "What does it matter? Break him of swearing, and you shall have my thanks."This year Margaret went to a lawyer to make her will, for without this, she was told, her boy might have trouble some day to get his own, not being born in lawful wedlock.The lawyer, however, in conversation, expressed a different opinion.
"This is the babble of churchmen," said he, "Yours is a perfect marriage, though an irregular one."He then informed her that throughout Europe, excepting only the southern part of Britain, there were three irregular marriages, the highest of which was hers, viz., a betrothal before witnesses, "This," said he, "if not followed by matrimonial intercourse, is a marriage complete in form, but incomplete in substance.A person so betrothed can forbid any other banns to all eternity.It has, however, been set aside where a party so betrothed contrived to get married regularly, and children were born thereafter.But such a decision was for the sake of the offspring, and of doubtful justice.However, in your case the birth of your child closes that door, and your marriage is complete both in form and substance.
Your course, therefore, is to sue for your conjugal rights; it will be the prettiest case of the century.The law is all on our side, the Church all on theirs.If you come to that, the old Batavian law, which compelled the clergy to marry, hath fallen into disuse, but was never formally repealed."Margaret was quite puzzled."What are you driving at, sir? Who am I to go to law with?""Who is the defendant? Why, the vicar of Gouda.""Alas, poor soul! And for what shall I law him?""Why, to make him take you into his house, and share bed and board with you, to be sure."Margaret turned red as fire, "Gramercy for your rede," said she, "What, is yon a woman's part? Constrain a man to be hers by force?
That is men's way of wooing, not ours.Say I were so ill a woman as ye think me, I should set myself to beguile him, not to law him;" and she departed, crimson with shame and indignation.
"There is an impracticable fool for you," said the man of art,Margaret had her will drawn elsewhere, and made her boy safe from poverty, marriage or no marriage.
These are the principal incidents that in ten whole years befell two peaceful lives, which in a much shorter period had been so thronged with adventures and emotions.
Their general tenor was now peace, piety, the mild content that lasts, not the fierce bliss ever on tiptoe to depart, and above all, Christian charity.
On this sacred ground these two true lovers met with an uniformity and a kindness of sentiment which went far to soothe the wound in their own hearts, To pity the same bereaved; to hunt in couples all the ills in Gouda, and contrive and scheme together to remedy all that were remediable; to use the rare insight into troubled hearts which their own troubles had given them, and use it to make others happier than themselves - this was their daily practice.
And in this blessed cause their passions for one another cooled a little, but their affection increased.