Very generous of them, I always think."
CHAPTER THREE
Joyselle's party arrived at Falaise the next evening, and leaving Brigit
at the inn in the Rue d'Argentin, the others drove on to old M.
Joyselle's house in the Rue Victor Hugo.
Brigit was very tired and glad to rest, for the day's journey had been
long, and Joyselle's interest in her interest in his country had taken
the form of a restless desire to have her see everything possible from
both sides of the compartment. For hours, therefore, she had been
springing from one window to another, admiring everything to which he
pointed, in a mad attempt to satisfy his pride in _ici-bas_.
Her coming at all had been entirely his idea, and her faint refusals he
had laughed to scorn, easily enlisting Theo, and, with a trifle more
difficulty, his wife, to his cause.
"Of course you will go with us," he had cried, beaming with joy and
tossing Papillon nearly to the ceiling as some outlet for his feelings,
"and it will be glorious; and think of the ecstasy of my old people and
the rest!"
"Remember, Victor--they are simple people," Felicite had ventured, but
he had laughed again.
"And so is she! They are peasants, and she is a great lady.
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