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Gaubertins；　and　their　adherents；　it　was　pride；　it　was　disdain；　said

the　Soudry　salon。　During　this　time　the　countess　was　filling　the　void

caused　by　Emile's　return　to　Paris　with　the　immense　interest　and

pleasure　all　fine　souls　take　in　the　good　they　are　doing；　or　think　they

do；　and　the　count；　for　his　part；　applied　himself　no　less　zealously　to

changes　and　ameliorations　in　the　management　of　his　estate；　which　he

expected　and　believed　would　modify　and　benefit　the　condition　of　the

people　and　hence　their　characters。　Madame　de　Montcornet；　assisted　by

the　advice　and　experience　of　the　Abbe　Brossette；　came；　little　by

little；　to　have　a　thorough　and　statistical　knowledge　of　all　the　poor

families　of　the　district；　their　respective　condition；　their　wants；

their　means　of　subsistence；　and　the　sort　of　help　she　must　give　to　each

to　obtain　work　so　as　not　to　make　them　lazy　or　idle。



The　countess　had　placed　Genevieve　Niseron；　La　Pechina；　in　a　convent　at

Auxerre；　under　pretext　of　having　her　taught　to　sew　that　she　might

employ　her　in　her　own　house；　but　really　to　save　her　from　the　shameful

attempts　of　Nicolas　Tonsard；　whom　Rigou　had　managed　to　save　from　the

conscription。　The　countess　also　believed　that　a　religious　education；

the　cloister；　and　monastic　supervision；　would　subdue　the　ardent

passions　of　the　precocious　little　girl；　whose　Montenegrin　blood　seemed

to　her　like　a　threatening　flame　which　might　one　day　set　fire　to　the

domestic　happiness　of　her　faithful　Olympe。



So　all　was　at　peace　at　the　chateau　des　Aigues。　The　count；　misled　by

Sibilet；　reassured　by　Michaud；　congratulated　himself　on　his　firmness；

and　thanked　his　wife　for　having　contributed　by　her　benevolence　to　the

immense　comfort　of　their　tranquillity。　The　question　of　the　sale　of　his

timber　was　laid　aside　till　he　should　go　to　Paris　and　arrange　with　the

dealers。　He　had　not　the　slightest　notion　of　how　to　do　business；　and　he

was　in　total　ignorance　of　the　power　wielded　by　Gaubertin　over　the

current　of　the　Yonne；the　main　line　of　conveyance　which　supplied　the

timber　of　the　Paris　market。







CHAPTER　VII



THE　GREYHOUND



Towards　the　middle　of　September　Emile　Blondet；　who　had　gone　to　Paris

to　publish　a　book；　returned　to　refresh　himself　at　Les　Aigues　and　to

think　over　the　work　he　was　planning　for　the　winter。　At　Les　Aigues；　the

loving　and　sincere　qualities　which　succeed　adolescence　in　a　young

man's　soul　reappeared　in　the　used…up　journalist。



〃What　a　fine　soul！〃　was　the　comment　of　the　count　and　the　countess　when

they　spoke　of　him。



Men　who　are　accustomed　to　move　among　the　abysses　of　social　nature；　to

understand　all　and　to　repress　nothing；　make　themselves　an　oasis　in　the

heart；　where　they　forget　their　perversities　and　those　of　others；　they

become　within　that　narrow　and　sacred　circle；saints；　there；　they

possess　the　delicacy　of　women；　they　give　themselves　up　to　a　momentary

realization　of　their　ideal；　they　become　angelic　for　some　one　being　who

adores　them；　and　they　are　not　playing　comedy；　they　join　their　soul　to

innocence；　so　to　speak；　they　feel　the　need　to　brush　off　the　mud；　to

heal　their　sores；　to　bathe　their　wounds。　At　Les　Aigues　Emile　Blondet

was　without　bitterness；　without　sarcasm；　almost　without　wit；　he　made

no　epigrams；　he　was　gentle　as　a　lamb；　and　platonically　tender。



〃He　is　such　a　good　young　fellow　that　I　miss　him　terribly　when　he　is

not　here；〃　said　the　general。　〃I　do　wish　he　could　make　a　fortune　and

not　lead　that　Paris　life　of　his。〃



Never　did　the　glorious　landscape　and　park　of　Les　Aigues　seem　as

luxuriantly　beautiful　as　it　did　just　then。　The　first　autumn　days　were

beginning；　when　the　earth；　languid　from　her　procreations　and　delivered

of　her　products；　exhales　the　delightful　odors　of　vegetation。　At　this

time　the　woods；　especially；　are　delicious；　they　begin　to　take　the

russet　warmth　of　Sienna　earth；　and　the　green…bronze　tones　which　form

the　lovely　tapestry　beneath　which　they　hide　from　the　cold　of　winter。



Nature；　having　shown　herself　in　springtime　jaunty　and　joyous　as　a

brunette　glowing　with　hope；　becomes　in　autumn　sad　and　gentle　as　a

blonde　full　of　pensive　memories；　the　turf　yellows；　the　last　flowers

unfold　their　pale　corollas；　the　white…eyed　daisies　are　fewer　in　the

grass；　only　their　crimson　calices　are　seen。　Yellows　abound；　the　shady

places　are　lighter　for　lack　of　leafage；　but　darker　in　tone；　the　sun；

already　oblique；　slides　its　furtive　orange　rays　athwart　them；　leaving

long　luminous　traces　which　rapidly　disappear；　like　the　train　of　a

woman's　gown　as　she　bids　adieu。



On　the　morning　of　the　second　day　after　his　arrival；　Emile　was　at　a

window　of　his　bedroom；　which　opened　upon　a　terrace　with　a　balustrade

from　which　a　noble　view　could　be　seen。　This　balcony　ran　the　whole

length　of　the　apartments　of　the　countess；　on　the　side　of　the　chateau

towards　the　forests　and　the　Blangy　landscape。　The　pond；　which　would

have　been　called　a　lake　were　Les　Aigues　nearer　Paris；　was　partly　in

view；　so　was　the　long　canal；　the　Silver…spring；　coming　from　across　the

pavilion　of　the　Rendezvous；　crossed　the　lawn　with　its　sheeny　ribbon；

reflecting　the　yellow　sand。



Beyond　the　park；　between　the　village　and　the　walls；　lay　the　cultivated

parts　of　Blangy；meadows　where　the　cows　were　grazing；　small

properties　surrounded　by　hedges；　filled　with　fruit　of　all　kinds；　nut

and　apple　trees。　By　way　of　frame；　the　heights　on　which　the　noble

forest…trees　were　ranged；　tier　above　tier；　closed　in　the　scene。　The

countess　had　come　out　in　her　slippers　to　look　at　the　flowers　in　her

balcony；　which　were　sending　up　their　morning　fragrance；　she　wore　a

cambric　dressing…gown；　beneath　which　the　rosy　tints　of　her　white

shoulders　could　be　seen；　a　coquettish　little　cap　was　placed　in　a

bewitching　manner　on　her　hair；　which　escaped　it　recklessly；　her　little

feet　showed　their　warm　flesh　color　through　the　transparent　stockings；

the　cambric　gown；　unconfined　at　the　waist；　floated　open　as　the　breeze

took　it；　and　showed　an　embroidered　petticoat。



〃Oh！　are　you　there？〃　she　said。



〃Yes。〃



〃What　are　you　looking　at？〃



〃A　pretty　question！　You　have　torn　me　from　the　contemplation　of　Nature。

Tell　me；　countess；　will　you　go　for　a　walk　in　the　woods　this　morning

before　breakfast？〃



〃What　an　idea！　You　know　I　have　a　horror　of　walking。〃



〃We　will　only　walk　a　little　way；　I'll　drive　you　in　the　tilbury　and

take　Joseph　to　hold　the　horses。　You　have　never　once　set　foot　in　your

forest；　and　I　have　just　noticed　something　very　curious；　a　phenomenon；

there　are　spots　where　the　tree…tops　are　the　color　of　Florentine

bronze；　the　leaves　are　dried〃



〃Well；　I'll　dress。〃



〃Oh；　if　you　do；　we　can't　get　off　for　two　hours。　Take　a　shawl；　put　on　a

bonnet；　and　boots；　that's　all　you　want。　I　shall　tell　them　to　harness。〃



〃You　always　make　me　do　what　you　want；　I'll　be　ready　in　a　minute。〃



〃General；〃　said　Blondet；　waking　the　count；　who　grumbled　and　turned

over；　like　a　man　who　wants　his　morning　sleep。　〃We　are　going　for　a

drive；　won't　you　come？〃



A　quarter　of　an　hour　later　the　tilbury　was　slowly　rolling　along　the

park　avenue；　followed　by　a　liveried　groom　on　horseback。



The　morning　was　a　September　morning。　The　dark　blue　of　the　sky　burst

forth　here　and　there　from　the　gray　of　the　clouds；　which　seemed　the　sky

itself；　the　ether　seeming　to　be　the　accessory；　long　lines　of

ultramarine　lay　upon　the　horizon；　but　in　strata；　which　alternated　with

other　lines　like　sand…bars；　these　tones　changed　and　grew　green　at　the

level　of　the　forests。　The　earth　beneath　this　overhanging　mantle　was

moistly　warm；　like　a　woman　when　she　rises；　it　exhaled　sweet；　luscious

odors；　which　yet　were　wild；　not　civilized；the　scent　of　cultivation

was　added　to　the　scents　of　the　woods。　Just　then　the　Angelus　was

ringing　at　Blangy；　and　the　sounds　of　the　bell；　mingling　with　the　wild

concert　of　the　forest；　gave　harmony　to　the　silence。　Here　and　there

were　rising　vapors；　white；　diaphanous。



Seeing　these　lovely　preparations　of　Nature；　the