Part 3 (2/2)
”He is looking at you a lot now.”
”He is capable of thinking that I am off on an adventure with you.”
”Possibly. She is a magnificent woman.”
”Right you are. She is a marvel. She is almost too pretty. She shows no character; she has no air of breeding.” ”There doesn't seem to be any great congeniality between them.”
”No, they don't get on very well. But come along, pay, let's go. So many people are coming in here.”
Laura got up, and after her, Caesar. As she pa.s.sed, one heard the swish of her silk petticoats. The travellers looked at her with admiration.
”I believe these people envy me,” said Caesar philosophically.
”It's quite possible, _bambino_,” she responded, laughing.
They entered their compartment. The train was running at full speed along the coast. The greenish sea and the cloudy sky stretched away and blotted out the horizon. At Toulon the bad weather continued; a bit beyond, the sun came out, pallid in the fog, circled with a yellowish halo; then the fog dispersed rapidly and a brilliant sun made the snow-covered country s.h.i.+ne.
”Oh! How beautiful!” exclaimed Laura.
The dense pure snow had packed down. The grape-vines broke up this white background symmetrically, like flocks of crows settled on the earth; the pines held high their rounds of foliage, and the cypresses, stern and slim, stood out very black against all the whiteness.
On pa.s.sing Hyeres, as the train turned away from the sh.o.r.e, running inland, grim snowy mountains began for some while to be visible, and the sun vanished among the clouds; but when the train came out once more toward the sea, near San Rafael, suddenly,--as if a theatrical effect had been arranged,--the Mediterranean appeared, blue, flooded with suns.h.i.+ne, full of lights and reflections. The sky stretched radiant above the sea, without a cloud, without a shred of vapour.
”How marvellous! How beautiful!” Laura again exclaimed, contemplating the landscape with emotion. ”These blessed countries where the sun is!”
”They have no other drawback, than that the men who inhabit them are a trifle vague,” said Caesar.
”Bah!”
The air had grown milder; on the surface of the sea patterns of silver foam, formed by the beating of the waves, widened themselves out; the sun's reflection on the restless waters made s.h.i.+ning spots and rays, flaming swords that dazzled the eye.
The train seemed to puff joyfully at submerging itself in this bland and voluptuous atmosphere; the palm-trees of Cannes came surging up like a promise of felicity, and the Cote d'Azur began to show its luminous and splendid beauty.
Caesar, tired of so much light, took a book from his pocket: _The Speculator's Manual_ of Proudhon, and set to reading it attentively and to marking the pa.s.sages that struck him as interesting.
THE ENGLISHMAN AND HIS WIFE
Laura, when she was not watching the landscape, was looking at those who came and went in the corridor.
”The Englishman is lying in wait,” Laura observed.
”What Englishman?” asked Caesar.
”The son of the lord.”
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