Then the deceitful Benoit came pensively back to her, a cripple from a timber accident.

She believed what he told her; and that was where her comedy ended and her tragedy began.
THE MARRIAGE OF THE MILLER Medallion put it into his head on the day that Benoit and Annette were married.

"See," said Medallion, "Annette wouldn't have you--and quite right--and she took what was left of that Benoit, who'll laugh at you over his mush-and-milk." "Benoit will want flour some day, with no money." The old man chuckled and rubbed his hands.

"That's nothing; he has the girl--an angel!" "Good enough, that is what I said of her--an angel!" "Get married yourself, Farette." For reply Farette thrust a bag of native tabac into Medallion's hands.
Then they went over the names of the girls in the village.

Medallion objected to those for whom he wished a better future, but they decided at last on Julie Lachance, who, Medallion thought, would in time profoundly increase Farette's respect for the memory of his first wife; for Julie was not an angel.