an inland voyage-第14章
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ase？ But then no disgrace is attached in France to saying a thing neatly； whereas in England； to talk like a book is to give in one's resignation to society。
The old gentleman in the blouse stole into the coach…house； and somewhat irrelevantly informed the CIGARETTE that he was the father of the three girls and four more： quite an exploit for a Frenchman。
'You are very fortunate；' answered the CIGARETTE politely。
And the old gentleman； having apparently gained his point； stole away again。
We all got very friendly together。 The girls proposed to start with us on the morrow； if you please！ And； jesting apart； every one was anxious to know the hour of our departure。 Now； when you are going to crawl into your canoe from a bad launch； a crowd； however friendly； is undesirable； and so we told them not before twelve； and mentally determined to be off by ten at latest。
Towards evening； we went abroad again to post some letters。 It was cool and pleasant； the long village was quite empty； except for one or two urchins who followed us as they might have followed a menagerie； the hills and the tree…tops looked in from all sides through the clear air； and the bells were chiming for yet another service。
Suddenly we sighted the three girls standing； with a fourth sister； in front of a shop on the wide selvage of the roadway。 We had been very merry with them a little while ago； to be sure。 But what was the etiquette of Origny？ Had it been a country road； of course we should have spoken to them； but here； under the eyes of all the gossips； ought we to do even as much as bow？ I consulted the CIGARETTE。
'Look；' said he。
I looked。 There were the four girls on the same spot； but now four backs were turned to us； very upright and conscious。 Corporal Modesty had given the word of command； and the well…disciplined picket had gone right…about…face like a single person。 They maintained this formation all the while we were in sight； but we heard them tittering among themselves； and the girl whom we had not met laughed with open mouth； and even looked over her shoulder at the enemy。 I wonder was it altogether modesty after all？ or in part a sort of country provocation？
As we were returning to the inn； we beheld something floating in the ample field of golden evening sky； above the chalk cliffs and the trees that grow along their summit。 It was too high up； too large； and too steady for a kite； and as it was dark； it could not be a star。 For although a star were as black as ink and as rugged as a walnut； so amply does the sun bathe heaven with radiance； that it would sparkle like a point of light for us。 The village was dotted with people with their heads in air； and the children were in a bustle all along the street and far up the straight road that climbs the hill； where we could still see them running in loose knots。 It was a balloon； we learned； which had left Saint Quentin at half…past five that evening。 Mighty composedly the majority of the grown people took it。 But we were English； and were soon running up the hill with the best。 Being travellers ourselves in a small way； we would fain have seen these other travellers alight。
The spectacle was over by the time we gained the top of the hill。 All the gold had withered out of the sky； and the balloon had disappeared。 Whither？ I ask myself； caught up into the seventh heaven？ or come safely to land somewhere in that blue uneven distance； into which the roadway dipped and melted before our eyes？ Probably the aeronauts were already warming themselves at a farm chimney； for they say it is cold in these unhomely regions of the air。 The night fell swiftly。 Roadside trees and disappointed sightseers； returning through the meadows； stood out in black against a margin of low red sunset。 It was cheerfuller to face the other way； and so down the hill we went； with a full moon； the colour of a melon； swinging high above the wooded valley； and the white cliffs behind us faintly reddened by the fire of the chalk kilns。
The lamps were lighted； and the salads were being made in Origny Sainte…Benoite by the river。
ORIGNY SAINTE…BENOITE
THE COMPANY AT TABLE
ALTHOUGH we came late for dinner； the company at table treated us to sparkling wine。 'That is how we are in France；' said one。 'Those who sit down with us are our friends。' And the rest applauded。
They were three altogether； and an odd trio to pass the Sunday with。
Two of them were guests like ourselves； both men of the north。 One ruddy； and of a full habit of body； with copious black hair and beard； the intrepid hunter of France； who thought nothing so small； not even a lark or a minnow； but he might vindicate his prowess by its capture。 For such a great； healthy man； his hair flourishing like Samson's； his arteries running buckets of red blood； to boast of these infinitesimal exploits； produced a feeling of disproportion in the world； as when a steam…hammer is set to cracking nuts。 The other was a quiet； subdued person； blond and lymphatic and sad； with something the look of a Dane： 'TRISTES TETES DE DANOIS！' as Gaston Lafenestre used to say。
I must not let that name go by without a word for the best of all good fellows now gone down into the dust。 We shall never again see Gaston in his forest costume … he was Gaston with all the world； in affection； not in disrespect … nor hear him wake the echoes of Fontainebleau with the woodland horn。 Never again shall his kind smile put peace among all races of artistic men； and make the Englishman at home in France。 Never more shall the sheep； who were not more innocent at heart than he； sit all unconsciously for his industrious pencil。 He died too early； at the very moment when he was beginning to put forth fresh sprouts； and blossom into something worthy of himself； and yet none who knew him will think he lived in vain。 I never knew a man so little； for whom yet I had so much affection； and I find it a good test of others； how much they had learned to understand and value him。 His was indeed a good influence in life while he was still among us； he had a fresh laugh； it did you good to see him； and however sad he may have been at heart； he always bore a bold and cheerful countenance； and took fortune's worst as it were the showers of spring。 But now his mother sits alone by the side of Fontainebleau woods； where he gathered mushrooms in his hardy and penurious youth。
Many of his pictures found their way across the Channel： besides those which were stolen； when a dastardly Yankee left him alone in London with two English pence； and perhaps twice as many words of English。 If any one who reads these lines should have a scene of sheep； in the manner of Jacques； with this fine creature's signature； let him tell himself that one of the kindest and bravest of men has lent a hand to decorate his lodging。 There may be better pictures in the National Gallery； but not a painter among the generations had a better heart。 Precious in the sight of the Lord of humanity； the Psalms tell us； is the death of his saints。 It had need to be precious； for it is very costly； when by the stroke； a mother is left desolate； and the peace…maker； and PEACE… LOOKER； of a whole society is laid in the ground with Caesar and the Twelve Apostles。
There is something lacking among the oaks of Fontainebleau； and when the dessert comes in at Barbizon； people look to the door for a figure that is gone。
The third of our companions at Origny was no less a person than the landlady's husband： not properly the landlord； since he worked himself in a factory during the day； and came to his own house at evening as a guest： a man worn to skin and bone by perpetual excitement； with baldish head； sharp features； and swift； shining eyes。 On Saturday； describing some paltry adventure at a duck… hunt； he broke a plate into a score of fragments。 Whenever he made a remark； he would look all round the table with his chin raised； and a spark of green light in either eye； seeking approval。 His wife appeared now and again in the doorway of the room； where she w
