Part 21 (1/2)

Then he climbed into a jolting car driven by a young man, and the horse went off at a smart pace through the village and into the country.

On the way he asked the driver for some information about La Trappe, but the peasant knew nothing. ”I often go there,” he said, ”but never enter, the carriage stays at the gate, so you see I can tell you nothing.”

They went for an hour rapidly through the lanes, and the peasant saluted a roadmaker with his whip, and said to Durtal,

”They say that the eminets eat their bellies.”

And as Durtal asked what he meant,

”They are idle dogs, they lie all the summer on their bellies in the shade.”

And he said no more.

Durtal thought of nothing; he digested and smoked, dizzy with the rumbling of the carriage.

At the end of another hour they came into the heart of the forest.

”Are we near?”

”Oh, not yet!”

”Can we see La Trappe from a distance?”

”Oh no, you must have your nose just over it to see it, it is quite in a bottom, at the end of a lane, like that,” said the peasant, pointing to a gra.s.sy lane into which they turned.

”There is a fellow coming from the place,” he said, pointing out a vagabond, who was crossing the copse at a great pace.

And he explained to Durtal that every beggar had a right to food and even to lodging at La Trappe; they gave them the ordinary fare of the community in a room close to the brother porter's lodge, but did not let them into the convent.

When Durtal asked him the opinion which the villagers round about had of the monks, the peasant was evidently afraid of compromising himself, for he answered,

”Some say nothing about them.”

Durtal began to be rather weary, when suddenly as they turned out of a lane, he saw an immense building below him.

”There is La Trappe!” said the peasant, gathering his reins for the descent.

From the height where he was, Durtal looked over the roofs, and saw a large garden, with thickets, and in front of them a formidable crucifix.

Then the vision disappeared, the carriage again went through the wood, descending by zig-zag roads where the foliage intercepted the view.

They came at last, by long circuits, to an open place, at the end of which rose a wall with a large gate in the middle. The carriage stopped.

”You have only to ring,” said the peasant, showing Durtal an iron chain along the wall; and he added,

”Shall I come for you again to-morrow?”

”No.”

”Then you remain here?” and the peasant looked at him with astonishment, turned about, and drove up the hill.