He hesitated, and then looked at her aside, while she looked straight ahead of her.  She had fat, red cheeks, a full, protuberant bust under her muslin dress, thick, red lips, and her neck, which was almost bare, was covered with small beads of perspiration.  He felt a fresh access of desire, and putting his lips to her ear, he murmured:  “Yes, of course I do.”

Then she threw her arms round his neck, and kissed for such a long time that they both of them lost their breath.  From that moment the eternal story of love began between them.  They plagued one another in corners; they met in the moonlight under a haystack, and gave each other bruises on the legs with their heavy nailed boots.  By degrees, however, Jacques seemed to grow tired of her; he avoided her; scarcely spoke to her, and did not try any longer to meet her alone, which made her sad and anxious; and soon she found that she was pregnant.

At first, she was in a state of consternation, but then she got angry, and her rage increased every day, because she could not meet him, as he avoided her most carefully.  At last, one night when everyone in the farmhouse was asleep, she went out noiselessly in her petticoat, with bare feet, crossed the yard and opened the door of the stable, where Jacques was lying in a large box of straw, over his horses.  He pretended to snore when he heard her coming, but she knelt down by his side and shook him until he sat up.

“What do you want?” he then asked her.  And she, with clenched teeth, and trembling with anger, replied:  “I want ...  I want you to marry me, as you promised.”  But he only laughed, and replied:  “Oh!  If a man were to marry all the girls with whom he has made a slip, he would have more than enough to do.”

Then she seized him by the throat, threw him onto his back, so that he could not disengage himself from her, and half strangling him, she shouted into his face:  “I am in the family way!  Do you hear?  I am in the family way?”

He gasped for breath, as he was nearly choked, and so they remained, both of them, motionless and without speaking, in the dark silence, which was only broken by the noise that a horse made as he pulled the hay out of the manger, and then slowly chewed it.

When Jacques found that she was the stronger, he stammered out:  “Very well, I will marry you, as that is the case.”  But she did not believe his promises.  “It must be at once,” she said.  “You must have the banns put up.”  “At once,” he replied.  “Swear solemnly that you will.”  He hesitated for a few moments, and then said:  “I swear it, by heaven.”

Then she released her grasp, and went away, without another word.

She had no chance of speaking to him for several days, and as the stable was now always locked at night, she was afraid to make any noise, for fear of creating a scandal.  One morning, however, she saw another man come in at dinner-time, and so she said:  “Has Jacques left?” “Yes,” the man replied; “I have got his place.”