Part 6 (1/2)
As she stood there, some feet above me but still pretty near, I had a good view of her; and I cannot say that this first sight reconciled me to the person who had already caused me so many disagreeable emotions. Perhaps it was not her fault; but she was dressed in such a strange manner that at first sight I was doubtful whether a man or a woman stood before me. She had gathered up her riding-habit in a way that reminded me of Zouave trousers, and she had, besides, put on a wide cloak made of some long-haired material--which was doubtless very useful this sharp, cold spring day, but which, b.u.t.toned up to her throat, was not adapted to show off the beauty of her form if she was really well-shaped. Her head-gear consisted of a gray billy-c.o.c.k hat with a soft, downward-bent brim, ornamented with a bunch of c.o.c.k's feathers negligently fastened with a green ribbon--just as if she really wished to imitate the wild huntsman of the fairy tale. And then, because it was rather windy, she had tied a red silk handkerchief over her hat and fastened it under her chin. She wore no veil. As far as I could judge of her appearance, she seemed to be rather delicately built and slim, with a fine Roman nose. Still, I was not in the humour to be agreeably impressed by a face convulsed with laughter, and bandaged up as if she had the toothache. Her laugh sounded to my ears like a provocation, and rendered me little inclined to be courteous to a woman who had so evidently forgotten all feminine self-respect.
”Listen,” I cried--”listen for a moment, you who are rejoicing so much at your neighbour's distress. You would do better to direct us on our way.”
”There is no way. I should have thought you could see that. Any one who enters this wood except with the purpose of driving round it, does a very stupid thing.”
”And you?”
”I?” she laughed again. ”I jumped my horse over the dry ditch yonder. Imitate me if you feel inclined, though I fear with your horse and carriage it will not be quite so easy. But where are you going to?”
”To the Castle de Werve.”
”To the Werve!” she repeated, descending the hill and approaching me as nearly as she could on the opposite side of the ditch. ”What is your business at the Castle, sir?” she inquired, in quite another tone, no longer speaking like a ”somebody” to a ”n.o.body.”
”To pay a visit to General von Zwenken, and his granddaughter, Freule Mordaunt.”
”The General no longer receives visitors, and what you have to say to his granddaughter you can address to me. I am Freule Mordaunt.”
”I can scarcely believe it; but, if so, may I request Freule Mordaunt to appoint a more suitable place than this. What I have got to say cannot be shouted across a ditch in the presence of a third person.”
”Then you must drive back to the toll-bar. There they will direct you to the village, from which you can easily reach the Castle, if your visit is so very urgent.”
”In order to give you time to get home and deny yourself to all visitors, my little Major,” I thought to myself. ”But now's my opportunity, and I will not let it slip me.”
So, giving orders to the driver to go on to the village and wait for me there, I took my stout walking-stick, fixed it as firmly as I could in the muddy bottom of the ditch, and reached the opposite side I scarcely know how.
”Bravo! well done!” cried Francis, clapping her hands with delight.
As I approached I raised my hat, and she saluted with her riding-whip.
”This is an amusing adventure, sir,” she said, again laughing; ”if you still wish to go to Werve you must cross the heath.”
”Is it a long walk?”
”No, it is much shorter than by the high-road, but as you don't know the way, you run the risk of getting lost again.”
”You forget that I have a claim on your company for the rest of the way.”
”A claim! how do you make that out?”
”Miss Mordaunt promised me an interview; is it strange that I should seize the first occasion that offers?”
”I don't even know the way myself. My horse has lost a shoe, and I have left him at the game-keeper's, so I shall have to get home as well as I can without a.s.sistance. Have you really business at the Castle? I can a.s.sure you the General has an aversion to visitors!”
”I wish to make his acquaintance and yours, as I am staying in the neighbourhood, and I, remember, I am related to the family Von Zwenken by my mother's side.”
”So much the worse for you. At the Castle relations.h.i.+p is a bad recommendation.”
”That I have already heard; but I am not a Roselaer, I am a Van Zonshoven, Freule--Leopold van Zonshoven,” I said, introducing myself.
”I have never heard the name before. However, as you are not a Roselaer you perhaps stand a better chance of a kind reception. But is it quite certain you do not come to trouble the General about business?”