“I had never reflected about love, my dear Benassis, I had never had time; but now at the sight of this young girl I lost my heart and head and everything else at once, and then it was plain to me that I had never been in love before.  I was hard hit, and over head and ears in love.  There I stayed smoking my pipe, absorbed in watching the Jewess until she blew out the candle and went to bed.  I could not close my eyes.  The whole night long I walked up and down the street smoking my pipe and refilling it from time to time.  I had never felt like that before, and for the first and last time in my life I thought of marrying.

“At daybreak I saddled my horse and rode out into the country, to clear my head.  I kept him at a trot for two mortal hours, and all but foundered the animal before I noticed it——­”

Genestas stopped short, looked at his new friend uneasily, and said, “You must excuse me, Benassis, I am no orator; things come out just as they turn up in my mind.  In a room full of fine folk I should feel awkward, but here in the country with you——­”

“Go on,” said the doctor.

“When I came back to my room I found Renard finely flustered.  He thought I had fallen in a duel.  He was cleaning his pistols, his head full of schemes for fastening a quarrel on any one who should have turned me off into the dark. . . .  Oh! that was just the fellow’s way!  I confided my story to Renard, showed him the kennel where the children were; and, as my comrade understood the jargon that those heathens talked, I begged him to help me to lay my proposals before her father and mother, and to try to arrange some kind of communication between me and Judith.  Judith they called her.  In short, sir, for a fortnight the Jew and his wife so arranged matters that we supped every night with Judith, and for a fortnight I was the happiest of men.  You understand and you know how it was, so I shall not wear out your patience; still, if you do not smoke, you cannot imagine how pleasant it was to smoke a pipe at one’s ease with Renard and the girl’s father and one’s princess there before one’s eyes.  Oh! yes, it was very pleasant!

“But I ought to tell you that Renard was a Parisian, and dependent on his father, a wholesale grocer, who had educated his son with a view to making a notary of him; so Renard had come by a certain amount of book learning before he had been drawn by the conscription and had to bid his desk good-bye.  Add to this that he was the kind of man who looks well in a uniform, with a face like a girl’s, and a thorough knowledge of the art of wheedling people.  It was HE whom Judith loved; she cared about as much for me as a horse cares for roast fowls.  Whilst I was in the seventh heaven, soaring above the clouds at the bare sight of Judith, my friend Renard (who, as you see, fairly deserved his name) arrived at an understanding with the girl, and to such good purpose, that they were married forthwith after the custom of her country, without waiting for permission, which would have been too long in coming.  He promised her, however, that if it should happen that the validity of this marriage was afterwards called in question, they were to be married again according to French law.  As a matter of fact, as soon as she reached France, Mme. Renard became Mlle. Judith once more.