THE AUBERGE of Bouchet St. Nicolas was among the least pretentious I have ever visited； but I saw many more of the like upon my journey. Indeed， it was typical of these French highlands. Imagine a cottage of two stories， with a bench before the door； the stable and kitchen in a suite， so that Modestine and I could hear each other dining； furniture of the plainest， earthern floors， a single bedchamber for travellers， and that without any convenience but beds. In the kitchen cooking and eating go forward side by side， and the family sleep at night. Any one who has a fancy to wash must do so in public at the common table. The food is sometimes spare； hard fish and omelette have been my portion more than once； the wine is of the smallest， the brandy abominable to man； and the visit of a fat sow， grouting under the table and rubbing against your legs， is no impossible accompaniment to dinner.

　　But the people of the inn， in nine cases out of ten， show themselves friendly and considerate. As soon as you cross the doors you cease to be a stranger； and although these peasantry are rude and forbidding on the highway， they show a tincture of kind breeding when you share their hearth. At Bouchet， for instance， I uncorked my bottle of Beaujolais， and asked the host to join me. He would take but little.

　　'I am an amateur of such wine， do you see？' he said， 'and I am capable of leaving you not enough.'

　　In these hedge-inns the traveller is expected to eat with his own knife； unless he ask， no other will be supplied： with a glass， a whang of bread， and an iron fork， the table is completely laid. My knife was cordially admired by the landlord of Bouchet， and the spring filled him with wonder.

　　'I should never have guessed that，' he said. 'I would bet，' he added， weighing it in his hand， 'that this cost you not less than five francs.'

　　When I told him it had cost me twenty， his jaw dropped.

　　He was a mild， handsome， sensible， friendly old man， astonishingly ignorant. His wife， who was not so pleasant in her manners， knew how to read， although I do not suppose she ever did so. She had a share of brains and spoke with a cutting emphasis， like one who ruled the roast.

　　'My man knows nothing，' she said， with an angry nod； 'he is like the beasts.'

　　And the old gentleman signified acquiescence with his head. There was no contempt on her part， and no shame on his； the facts were accepted loyally， and no more about the matter.

　　I was tightly cross-examined about my journey； and the lady understood in a moment， and sketched out what I should put into my book when I got home. 'Whether people harvest or not in such or such a place； if there were forests； studies of manners； what， for example， I and the master of the house say to you； the beauties of Nature， and all that.' And she interrogated me with a look.

　　'It is just that，' said I.

　　'You see，' she added to her husband， 'I understood that.'

　　They were both much interested by the story of my misadventures.

　　'In the morning，' said the husband， 'I will make you something better than your cane. Such a beast as that feels nothing； it is in the proverb - DUR COMME UN ANE； you might beat her insensible with a cudgel， and yet you would arrive nowhere.'

　　Something better！ I little knew what he was offering.

　　The sleeping-room was furnished with two beds. I had one； and I will own I was a little abashed to find a young man and his wife and child in the act of mounting into the other. This was my first experience of the sort； and if I am always to feel equally silly and extraneous， I pray God it be my last as well. I kept my eyes to myself， and know nothing of the woman except that she had beautiful arms， and seemed no whit embarrassed by my appearance. As a matter of fact， the situation was more trying to me than to the pair. A pair keep each other in countenance； it is the single gentleman who has to blush. But I could not help attributing my sentiments to the husband， and sought to conciliate his tolerance with a cup of brandy from my flask. He told me that he was a cooper of Alais travelling to St. Etienne in search of work， and that in his spare moments he followed the fatal calling of a maker of matches. Me he readily enough divined to be a brandy merchant.