Part 12 (1/2)

He walked thus for some time, with his head still drooping. When he felt himself far from every human habitation, he raised his eyes and gazed searchingly about him. He was in a field. Before him was one of those low hills covered with close-cut stubble, which, after the harvest, resemble shaved heads.

The horizon was perfectly black. This was not alone the obscurity of night; it was caused by very low-hanging clouds which seemed to rest upon the hill itself, and which were mounting and filling the whole sky. Meanwhile, as the moon was about to rise, and as there was still floating in the zenith a remnant of the brightness of twilight, these clouds formed at the summit of the sky a sort of whitish arch, whence a gleam of light fell upon the earth.

The earth was thus better lighted than the sky, which produces a particularly sinister effect, and the hill, whose contour was poor and mean, was outlined vague and wan against the gloomy horizon. The whole effect was hideous, petty, lugubrious, and narrow.

There was nothing in the field or on the hill except a deformed tree, which writhed and s.h.i.+vered a few paces distant from the wayfarer.

This man was evidently very far from having those delicate habits of intelligence and spirit which render one sensible to the mysterious aspects of things; nevertheless, there was something in that sky, in that hill, in that plain, in that tree, which was so profoundly desolate, that after a moment of immobility and revery he turned back abruptly. There are instants when nature seems hostile.

He retraced his steps; the gates of D---- were closed. D----, which had sustained sieges during the wars of religion, was still surrounded in 1815 by ancient walls flanked by square towers which have been demolished since. He pa.s.sed through a breach and entered the town again.

It might have been eight o'clock in the evening. As he was not acquainted with the streets, he recommenced his walk at random.

In this way he came to the prefecture, then to the seminary. As he pa.s.sed through the Cathedral Square, he shook his fist at the church.

At the corner of this square there is a printing establishment. It is there that the proclamations of the Emperor and of the Imperial Guard to the army, brought from the Island of Elba and dictated by Napoleon himself, were printed for the first time.

Worn out with fatigue, and no longer entertaining any hope, he lay down on a stone bench which stands at the doorway of this printing office.

At that moment an old woman came out of the church. She saw the man stretched out in the shadow. ”What are you doing there, my friend?” said she.

He answered harshly and angrily: ”As you see, my good woman, I am sleeping.” The good woman, who was well worthy the name, in fact, was the Marquise de R----

”On this bench?” she went on.

”I have had a mattress of wood for nineteen years,” said the man; ”to-day I have a mattress of stone.”

”You have been a soldier?”

”Yes, my good woman, a soldier.”

”Why do you not go to the inn?”

”Because I have no money.”

”Alas!” said Madame de R----, ”I have only four sous in my purse.”

”Give it to me all the same.”

The man took the four sous. Madame de R---- continued: ”You cannot obtain lodgings in an inn for so small a sum. But have you tried? It is impossible for you to pa.s.s the night thus. You are cold and hungry, no doubt. Some one might have given you a lodging out of charity.”

”I have knocked at all doors.”

”Well?”

”I have been driven away everywhere.”

The ”good woman” touched the man's arm, and pointed out to him on the other side of the street a small, low house, which stood beside the Bishop's palace.

”You have knocked at all doors?”