Part 19 (1/2)
When he was left alone the Count examined his surroundings. His simple chamber seemed to him sumptuous. He smelt the flowers on the mantelpiece, half suspecting that they were an attention of the young girls. The wreath suspended from the ceiling made him smile. It had been hung there in his honour, there could be no doubt about that.
There was a knock on the door. Marguerite entered, followed by the farmer bringing the trunk and the osier basket.
He stopped the old servant as she was going out. ”Wait a moment and help me, please.”
He cut the string which held the basket and took out four bouquets as fresh as if they had just been gathered.
”See, Marguerite, the name is pinned on each bouquet; be so good as to give them to the ladies.”
At half-past one the Count appeared walking up and down before the door of the dining-room. He did not want to be the first one to enter.
Maurice joined him.
”I would love to see the portrait of your cousin,” said Albert.
”I will show it to you after lunch.”
”Is it finished?”
”Yes; but I still have some retouching to do to the background, and I shall be glad to have your advice upon it. It is not perhaps exactly necessary, yet every time that I look at it, I feel the need of some slight change.”
Genevieve and Esperance came in together. The contrast of this double entry was striking. Genevieve, dark, with regular features, framed by a ma.s.s of heavy black hair; Esperance, sh.e.l.l pink, aureoled by her wavy blonde hair. Genevieve was so beautiful that Maurice was moved.
Esperance was so dazzling that the Count mentally praised G.o.d at the sight of her. He was warmly thanked for his pretty flowers, several blossoms of which each girl had pinned to her dress.
When the fish appeared, Maurice rose gravely.
”This magnificent fish, sir,” he said to Albert Styvens, ”was caught by me for you; it is for you to decide whether to share it with us or whether you prefer to eat it alone.”
The young attache arose and with more humour than they expected from him, took the platter and bowed with it towards Mme. Darbois. The conversation raced merrily along, and they were soon disputing about sports. The Count learned that Esperance rode on horseback. He was delighted, and inquired if he would be able to procure a mount. Jean offered his, but the Count, who knew of his love for Esperance and divined what a joy these excursions must be to him, refused this sacrifice. The farmer's wife, who helped to wait at table and was ignorant of social customs, forthwith entered the conversation.
”Ah! if Madame will permit me, I can bring you to the Commandant, who has a fine horse to sell.”
”You may have no fish this evening,” said the professor genially. ”As I was away meeting you, I could not put out my net.”
”But we did it, father,” said Esperance, ”and I hope that Count Styvens will have some magnificent luck. We go fis.h.i.+ng this evening.”
”So, you are a fisherwoman too, Mademoiselle?”
”We fish every morning, and we shall be very glad to have you join us,” said the girl quietly.
After lunch the Count joined the four young people in a ramble along the cliffs. Esperance and Genevieve went arm in arm, the three young men followed; with Styvens in a dream of delight, happier than he had ever been in his life. Maurice was watching Genevieve every day seeing her more beautiful, and abandoning himself without much effort to this new pa.s.sion. Jean Perliez contemplated Esperance and smiled sadly, if gladly too, at the thought that she was going to be delivered from the dangerous Duke de Morlay-La-Branche. They sat down on a high rock overlooking the little beach of Penhouet and remained silent for a while.
”How very beautiful it is,” murmured Albert at last. ”You love the sea, do you not, Mlle. Esperance?”
”More than anything else in nature. I love great plains too, but I like them best because they are like the sea when they billow under the breeze.”
”You don't like the mountains at all?” asked Genevieve.
”Oh! no, I stifle there. I dream at night that they are pressing in to strangle me. I went to Cauterets with mama after she had bronchitis. I spent all my time climbing to get a view of a horizon and breathe better. As soon as mama was well the Doctor sent us away saying that it was not good for me.”