Diary of a Country Priest Page #2
I could have a choirboy take it
to old Mrs. Ferrant. She'd be delighted.
Father, I approve of all your ideas.
Oh, my ideas.
But I warn you against
putting them into practice.
I don't follow.
The people here are malicious.
Believe me, I know.
If I may offer a bit of advice,
well, don't be in too much of a hurry.
Don't show your hand at once.
Let them take the first step.
There is no urgency.
It's just that these things
are dear to my heart.
As for my land and my barn,
I wouldn't discourage you.
We'll discuss them later
when we get down to working out
something practical together.
You're not looking at all well.
You should take care of your health.
My stomach is very temperamental.
I hesitate, sir,
to mention your daughter.
My daughter?
What is the matter?
I'm concerned about her sadness.
Her face is far from cheerful.
There is something hard
and rigid in her expression
far beyond her years.
Chantal sad?
You must be joking.
the wrong way?
Would a little more understanding
from Miss Louise -
You're mad.
The mention of Miss Louise's name
seemed to upset him terribly.
His face hardened.
Why?
I seized the first opportunity
to return to the manor...
a decision I had arrived at quickly.
The servant was
several moments in coming.
I was sure I'd meet the count,
who was usually at the manor
Thursday afternoons.
But I met the countess instead.
I must have surprised her.
Am I disturbing you?
Not at all.
I knew she was withdrawn
and entirely absorbed
in the memory of her dead child.
She approached,
motioning to a chair.
On seeing you, I felt you had come
with some purpose in mind.
None other than to pay a call.
And that you also meant
to keep it to yourself.
I assure you.
I see I was wrong.
Your parishioners worry you
a good deal, Father.
Yet it's such a small parish.
Small on the map, madam.
It's a strange task
you've been entrusted with.
Yes, madam.
How little we know
Though I'd arrived feeling fine,
I found myself suddenly incapable
of holding a conversation
or even answering questions.
It's true that I'd walked
very quickly.
I'd lost a lot of time
with the ill Mrs. Ferrant.
Father!
Heavens, what's the matter?
You seem to be suffering terribly.
Where is the pain?
Here, in the pit of my stomach.
But it's nothing.
Nothing at all.
Forgive me, madam,
I must take my leave.
I'm seriously ill.
I was first struck
by this disease six months ago.
I went to see Dr. Delbende.
He's an old man, rumored
to be brutal, who's now retired.
The priest of Torcy
informed him I would be coming.
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