Part 14 (2/2)
”I see you are _blasee_ on compliments; there is really nothing new that one can say.”
”I a.s.sure you, madame, that I am very sensible to the form which you give to yours.”
The viscountess, anxious not to seem to neglect the marquise, remarked, looking at Beatrix with a meaning air,--
”I shall never forget this journey made between Wit and Beauty.”
”You flatter me, madame,” said the marquise, laughing. ”I a.s.sure you that my wit is but a small matter, not to be mentioned by the side of genius; besides, I think I have not said much as yet.”
Charlotte, who keenly felt her mother's absurdity, looked at her, endeavoring to stop its course; but Madame de Kergarouet went bravely on in her tilt with the satirical Parisians.
Calyste, who was trotting slowly beside the carriage, could only see the faces of the two ladies on the front seat, and his eyes expressed, from time to time, rather painful thoughts. Forced, by her position, to let herself be looked at, Beatrix constantly avoided meeting the young man's eyes, and practised a manoeuvre most exasperating to lovers; she held her shawl crossed and her hands crossed over it, apparently plunged in the deepest meditation.
At a part of the road which is shaded, dewy, and verdant as a forest glade, where the wheels of the carriage scarcely sounded, and the breeze brought down balsamic odors and waved the branches above their heads, Camille called Madame de Rochefide's attention to the harmonies of the place, and pressed her knee to make her look at Calyste.
”How well he rides!” she said.
”Oh! Calyste does everything well,” said Charlotte.
”He rides like an Englishman,” said the marquise, indifferently.
”His mother is Irish,--an O'Brien,” continued Charlotte, who thought herself insulted by such indifference.
Camille and the marquise drove through Guerande with the viscountess and her daughter, to the great astonishment of the inhabitants of the town.
They left the mother and daughter at the end of the lane leading to the Guenic mansion, where a crowd came near gathering, attracted by so unusual a sight. Calyste had ridden on to announce the arrival of the company to his mother and aunt, who expected them to dinner, that meal having been postponed till four o'clock. Then he returned to the gate to give his arm to the two ladies, and bid Camille and Beatrix adieu.
He kissed the hand of Felicite, hoping thereby to be able to do the same to that of the marquise; but she still kept her arms crossed resolutely, and he cast moist glances of entreaty at her uselessly.
”You little ninny!” whispered Camille, lightly touching his ear with a kiss that was full of friends.h.i.+p.
”Quite true,” thought Calyste to himself as the carriage drove away. ”I am forgetting her advice--but I shall always forget it, I'm afraid.”
Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel (who had intrepidly returned to Guerande on the back of a hired horse), the Vicomtesse de Kergarouet, and Charlotte found dinner ready, and were treated with the utmost cordiality, if luxury were lacking, by the du Guenics. Mademoiselle Zephirine had ordered the best wine to be brought from the cellar, and Mariotte had surpa.s.sed herself in her Breton dishes.
The viscountess, proud of her trip with the ill.u.s.trious Camille Maupin, endeavored to explain to the a.s.sembled company the present condition of modern literature, and Camille's place in it. But the literary topic met the fate of whist; neither the du Guenics, nor the abbe, nor the Chevalier du Halga understood one word of it. The rector and the chevalier had arrived in time for the liqueurs at dessert.
As soon as Mariotte, a.s.sisted by Ga.s.selin and Madame de Kergarouet's maid, had cleared the table, there was a general and enthusiastic cry for _mouche_. Joy appeared to reign in the household. All supposed Calyste to be free of his late entanglement, and almost as good as married to the little Charlotte. The young man alone kept silence. For the first time in his life he had inst.i.tuted comparisons between his life-long friends and the two elegant women, witty, accomplished, and tasteful, who, at the present moment, must be laughing heartily at the provincial mother and daughter, judging by the look he intercepted between them.
He was seeking in vain for some excuse to leave his family on this occasion, and go up as usual to Les Touches, when Madame de Kergarouet mentioned that she regretted not having accepted Mademoiselle des Touches' offer of her carriage for the return journey to Saint-Nazaire, which for the sake of her three other ”dear kittens,” she felt compelled to make on the following day.
f.a.n.n.y, who alone saw her son's uneasiness, and the little hold which Charlotte's coquetries and her mother's attentions were gaining on him, came to his aid.
”Madame,” she said to the viscountess, ”you will, I think, be very uncomfortable in the carrier's vehicle, and especially at having to start so early in the morning. You would certainly have done better to take the offer made to you by Mademoiselle des Touches. But it is not too late to do so now. Calyste, go up to Les Touches and arrange the matter; but don't be long; return to us soon.”
”It won't take me ten minutes,” cried Calyste, kissing his mother violently as she followed him to the door.
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