The wedding took place at the mill, because the bride was orphaned of father and mother, and had previously lived with the nuns of Molsheim.
A messenger came and told Pierre Langevin that a gentleman wearing decorations had something to say to him, and Fougas appeared in all his glory.

"My good sir," said the miller, "I am far from being in a mood to talk business, as we just took a good pull at white wine before mass; but we are going to drink some red wine that's by no means bad, at dinner, and if your heart prompts you, don't be backward! The table is a long one.

We can talk afterwards.

You don't say no?
Then that's yes." "For once," thought Fougas, "I am not mistaken.

This is surely the voice of Nature! I would have liked a soldier better, but this genial rustic, so comfortably rounded, satisfies my heart.