Then she seized him by the throat, threw him or his back, so that he could not get away from her, and, half strangling him, she shouted into his face: 

“I am enceinte, do you hear?  I am enceinte!”

He gasped for breath, as he was almost choked, and so they remained, both of them, motionless and without speaking, in the dark silence, which was only broken by the noise made by a horse as he, pulled the hay out of the manger and then slowly munched 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 she said:  “Has Jacques left?” “Yes;” the man replied; “I have got his place.”

This made her tremble so violently that she could not take the saucepan off the fire; and later, when they were all at work, she went up into her room and cried, burying her head in the bolster, so that she might not be heard.  During the day, however, she tried to obtain some information without exciting any suspicion, but she was so overwhelmed by the thoughts of her misfortune that she fancied that all the people whom she asked laughed maliciously.  All she learned, however, was that he had left the neighborhood altogether.

PART II

Then a cloud of constant misery began for her.  She worked mechanically, without thinking of what she was doing, with one fixed idea in her head: 

“Suppose people were to know.”

This continual feeling made her so incapable of reasoning that she did not even try to think of any means of avoiding the disgrace that she knew must ensue, which was irreparable and drawing nearer every day, and which was as sure as death itself.  She got up every morning long before the others and persistently tried to look at her figure in a piece of broken looking-glass, before which she did her hair, as she was very anxious to know whether anybody would notice a change in her, and, during the day, she stopped working every few minutes to look at herself from top to toe, to see whether her apron did not look too short.

The months went on, and she scarcely spoke now, and when she was asked a question, did not appear to understand; but she had a frightened look, haggard eyes and trembling hands, which made her master say to her occasionally:  “My poor girl, how stupid you have grown lately.”