“That is the exact truth.”

“Possibly, but appetite comes with eating, and when once you have tasted of the pleasures of the chase, you will want to imitate your companions.  Now, see here:  we have organized a party at Charbonniere to-morrow, for the gentlemen of Auberive; there will be some people you know—­Destourbet, justice of the Peace, the clerk Seurrot, Maitre Arbillot and the tax-collector, Boucheseiche.  Hutinet went over the ground yesterday, and has appointed the meeting for ten o’clock at the Belle-Etoile.  Come with us; there will be good eating and merriment, and also some fine shooting, I pledge you my word!”

Julien refused at first, but Claudet insisted, and showed him the necessity of getting more intimately acquainted with the notables of Auberive—­people with whom he would be continually coming in contact as representing the administration of justice and various affairs in the canton.  He urged so well that young de Buxieres ended by giving his consent.  Manette received immediate instructions to prepare eatables for Hutinet, the keeper, to take at early dawn to the Belle-Etoile, and it was decided that the company should start at precisely eight o’clock.

The next morning, at the hour indicated, the ‘grand chasserot’ was already in the courtyard with his two hounds, Charbonneau and Montagnard, who were leaping and barking sonorously around him.  Julien, reminded of his promise by the unusual early uproar, dressed himself with a bad grace, and went down to join Claudet, who was bristling with impatience.  They started.  There had been a sharp frost during the night; some hail had fallen, and the roads were thinly coated with a white dust, called by the country people, in their picturesque language, “a sugarfrost” of snow.  A thick fog hung over the forest, so that they had to guess their way; but Claudet knew every turn and every sidepath, and thus he and his companion arrived by the most direct line at the rendezvous.  They soon began to hear the barking of the dogs, to which Montagnard and Charbonneau replied with emulative alacrity, and finally, through the mist, they distinguished the group of huntsmen from Auberive.

The Belle-Etoile was a circular spot, surrounded by ancient ash-trees, and formed the central point for six diverging alleys which stretched out indefinitely into the forest.  The monks of Auberive, at the epoch when they were the lords and owners of the land, had made this place a rendezvous for huntsmen, and had provided a table and some stone benches, which, thirty years ago, were still in existence.  The enclosure, which had been chosen for the breakfast on the present occasion, was irradiated by a huge log-fire; a very respectable display of bottles, bread, and various eatables covered the stone table, and the dogs, attached by couples to posts, pulled at their leashes and barked in chorus, while their masters, grouped around the fire, warmed their benumbed fingers over the flames, and tapped their heels while waiting for the last-comers.