a little tour in france-第12章
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not large； as I say； but into its delicate compass is packed a great deal of history； … history which differs from that of Amboise and Blois in being of the private and sen… timental kind。 The echoes of the place； faint and far as they are to…day； are not political； but personal。 Chenonceaux dates； as a residence； from the year 1515； when the shrewd Thomas Bohier； a public functionary who had grown rich in handling the finances of Nor… mandy； and had acquired the estate from a family which； after giving it many feudal lords； had fallen into poverty； erected the present structure on the foundations of an old mill。 The design is attributed； with I know not what justice； to Pierre Nepveu； _alias_ Trinqueau； the audacious architect of Chambord。 On the death of Bohier the house passed to his son； who； however； was forced； under cruel pressure； to surrender it to the crown； in compensation for a so…called deficit in the accounts of the late superintendent of the trea… sury。 Francis I。 held the place till his death； but Henry II。； on ascending the throne； presented it out of hand to that mature charmer； the admired of two generations； Diana of Poitiers。 Diana enjoyed it till the death of her protector； but when this event oc… curred； the widow of the monarch； who had been obliged to submit in silence； for years； to the ascend… ency of a rival； took the most pardonable of all the revenges with which the name of Catherine de' Medici is associated； and turned her out…of…doors。 Diana was not in want of refuges； and Catherine went through the form of giving her Chaumont in exchange； but there was only one Chenonceaux。 Catherine devoted herself to making the place more completely unique。 The feature that renders it sole of its kind is not ap… preciated till you wander round to either side of the house。 If a certain springing lightness is the charac… teristic of Chenonceaux； if it bears in every line the aspect of a place of recreation； … a place intended for delicate； chosen pleasures； … nothing can confirm this expression better than the strange； unexpected move… ment with which； from behind； it carries itself across the river。 The earlier building stands in the water； it had inherited the foundations of the mill destroyed by Thomas Bohier。 The first step； therefore； had been taken upon solid piles of masonry； and the ingenious Catherine … she was a _raffinee_ … simply proceeded to take the others。 She continued the piles to the op… posite bank of the Cher； and over them she threw a long； straight gallery of two stories。 This part of the chateau； which looks simply like a house built upon a bridge and occupying its entire length； is of course the great curiosity of Chenonceaux。 It forms on each floor a charming corridor； which； within； is illuminated from either side by the flickering river…light。 The architecture of these galleries； seen from without； is less elegant than that of the main building； but the aspect of the whole thing is delightful。 I have spoken of Chenonceaux as a 〃villa；〃 using the word ad… visedly； for the place is neither a castle nor a palace。 It is a very exceptional villa； but it has the villa… quality； … the look of being intended for life in com… mon。 This look is not at all contradicted by the wing across the Cher； which only suggests intimate pleasures； as the French say； … walks in pairs； on rainy days； games and dances on autumn nights； together with as much as may be of moonlighted dialogue （or silence） in the course； of evenings more genial still； in the well… marked recesses of windows。
It is safe to say that such things took place there in the last century； during the kindly reign of Mon… sieur and Madame Dupin。 This period presents itself as the happiest in the annals of Chenonceaux。 I know not what festive train the great Diana may have led； and my imagination； I am afraid； is only feebly kindled by the records of the luxurious pastimes organized on the banks of the Cher by the terrible daughter of the Medici； whose appreciation of the good things of life was perfectly consistent with a failure to perceive why others should live to enjoy； them。 The best society that ever assembled there was collected at Chenon… ceaux during the middle of the eighteenth century。 This was surely； in France at least； the age of good society； the period when it was well for appreciative people to have been born。 Such people should of course have belonged to the fortunate few； and not to the miserable many； for the prime condition of a society being good is that it be not too large。 The sixty years that preceded the French Revolution were the golden age of fireside talk and of those pleasures which proceed from the presence of women in whom the social art is both instinctive and acquired。 The women of that period were； above all； good company； the fact is attested by a thousand documents。 Chenon… ceaux offered a perfect setting to free conversation； and infinite joyous discourse must have mingled with the liquid murmur of the Cher。 Claude Dupin was not only a great man of business； but a man of honor and a patron of knowledge； and his wife was gracious； clever； and wise。 They had acquired this famous pro… perty by purchase （from one of the Bourbons； for Chenonceaux； for two centuries after the death of Catherine de' Medici； remained constantly in princely hands）； and it was transmitted to their son； Dupin de Francueil； grandfather of Madame George Sand。 This lady； in her Correspondence； lately published； describes a visit that she paid； more than thirty years ago； to those members of her family who were still in posses… sion。 The owner of Chenonceaux to…day is the daughter of an Englishman naturalized in France。 But I have wandered far from my story； which is simply a sketch of the surface of the place。 Seen obliquely； from either side； in combination with its bridge and gallery； the chateau is singular and fantastic； a striking example of a wilful and capricious conception。 Unfortunately； all caprices are not so graceful and successful； and I grudge the honor of this one to the false and blood… polluted Catherine。 （To be exact； I believe the arches of the bridge were laid by the elderly Diana。 It was Catherine； however； who completed the monument。） Within； the house has been； as usual； restored。 The staircases and ceilings； in all the old royal residences of this part of France； are the parts that have suffered least； many of them have still much of the life of the old time about them。 Some of the chambers of Che… nonceaux； however； encumbered as they are with mo… dern detail； derive a sufficiently haunted and suggestive look from the deep setting of their beautiful windows； which thickens the shadows and makes dark； corners。 There is a charming little Gothic chapel； with its apse hanging over the water； fastened to the left flank of the house。 Some of the upper balconies； which look along the outer face of the gallery； and either up or down the river； are delightful protected nooks。 We walked through the lower gallery to the other bank of the Cher； this fine apartment appeared to be for the moment a purgatory of ancient furniture。 It terminates rather abruptly； it simply stops； with a blank wall。 There ought； of course； to have been a pavilion here； though I prefer very much the old defect to any mo… dern remedy。 The wall is not so blank； however； but that it contains a door which opens on a rusty draw… bridge。 This drawbridge traverses the small gap which divides the end of the gallery from the bank of the stream。 The house； therefore； does not literally rest on opposite edges of the Cher； but rests on one and just fails to rest on the other。 The pavilion would have made that up； but after a moment we ceased to miss this imaginary feature。 We passed the little drawbridge； and wandered awhile beside the river。 From this opposite bank the mass of the chateau looked more charming than ever； and the little peaceful； lazy Cher； where two or three men were fishing in the eventide； flowed under the clear arches and between the solid pedestals of the part that spanned it； with the softest； vaguest light on its bosom。 This was the right perspective； we were looking across the river of time。 T
