curtly, though I could see it nearly broke his heart, and he followed me to the door with a hang-dog expression; but as my foot was on the threshold, something came over me; I put my arm around his old neck and embraced him; he did the same to me, and there we stood without a word for a minute or two.
At last he said timidly, "Colas, I could let you have a little."
"Say no more about it," I answered, for I am an obstinate devil.
"Well," he said, "you will at least stay to luncheon?"
So we sat down and ate heartily enough, but nothing would have induced me to borrow of him now; I am made like that, and if I suffered for it this time, why so of course did he.
The question for me now was how to rebuild my house without money or workmen,—but when I get an idea in my head!
I ruminated over it as I walked back to Clamecy, and the first thing I did was to go over the ruins of my house, carefully sorting out everything that might be of use, from the half-burnt beams to the rusty hinges and black tottering walls.
One day I stole off to Chevroches to see what I could find in the quarries among the great stone
