a woman of thirty-第5章
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pread beneath the traveler's eyes。 The triple picture； thus barely sketched in outline； is one of those scenes which the imagination engraves for ever upon the memory； let a poet fall under its charm； and he shall be haunted by visions which shall reproduce its romantic loveliness out of the vague substance of dreams。
As the carriage stopped on the bridge over the Cise； white sails came out here and there from among the islands in the Loire to add new grace to the perfect view。 The subtle scent of the willows by the water's edge was mingled with the damp odor of the breeze from the river。 The monotonous chant of a goat…herd added a plaintive note to the sound of birds' songs in a chorus which never ends； the cries of the boatmen brought tidings of distant busy life。 Here was Touraine in all its glory； and the very height of the splendor of spring。 Here was the one peaceful district in France in those troublous days； for it was so unlikely that a foreign army should trouble its quiet that Touraine might be said to defy invasion。
As soon as the caleche stopped； a head covered with a foraging cap was put out of the window； and soon afterwards an impatient military man flung open the carriage door and sprang down into the road to pick a quarrel with the postilion； but the skill with which the Tourangeau was repairing the trace restored Colonel d'Aiglemont's equanimity。 He went back to the carriage； stretched himself to relieve his benumbed muscles； yawned； looked about him； and finally laid a hand on the arm of a young woman warmly wrapped up in a furred pelisse。
〃Come； Julie；〃 he said hoarsely； 〃just wake up and take a look at this country。 It is magnificent。〃
Julie put her head out of the window。 She wore a traveling cap of sable fur。 Nothing could be seen of her but her face； for the whole of her person was completely concealed by the folds of her fur pelisse。 The young girl who tripped to the review at the Tuileries with light footsteps and joy and gladness in her heart was scarcely recognizable in Julie d'Aiglemont。 Her face； delicate as ever； had lost the rose… color which once gave it so rich a glow。 A few straggling locks of black hair； straightened out by the damp night air； enhanced its dead whiteness； and all its life and sparkle seemed to be torpid。 Yet her eyes glittered with preternatural brightness in spite of the violet shadows under the lashes upon her wan cheeks。
She looked out with indifferent eyes over the fields towards the Cher； at the islands in the river； at the line of the crags of Vouvray stretching along the Loire towards Tours； then she sank back as soon as possible into her seat in the caleche。 She did not care to give a glance to the enchanting valley of the Cise。
〃Yes； it is wonderful；〃 she said； and out in the open air her voice sounded weak and faint to the last degree。 Evidently she had had her way with her father； to her misfortune。
〃Would you not like to live here； Julie？〃
〃Yes； here or anywhere；〃 she answered listlessly。
〃Do you feel ill？〃 asked Colonel d'Aiglemont。
〃No； not at all；〃 she answered with momentary energy； and； smiling at her husband； she added； 〃I should like to go to sleep。〃
Suddenly there came a sound of a horse galloping towards them。 Victor d'Aiglemont dropped his wife's hand and turned to watch the bend in the road。 No sooner had he taken his eyes from Julie's pale face than all the assumed gaiety died out of it； it was as if a light had been extinguished。 She felt no wish to look at the landscape； no curiosity to see the horseman who was galloping towards them at such a furious pace； and； ensconcing herself in her corner； stared out before her at the hindquarters of the post…horses； looking as blank as any Breton peasant listening to his /recteur's/ sermon。
Suddenly a young man riding a valuable horse came out from behind the clump of poplars and flowering briar…rose。
〃It is an Englishman；〃 remarked the Colonel。
〃Lord bless you； yes； General；〃 said the post…boy； 〃he belongs to the race of fellows who have a mind to gobble up France； they say。〃
The stranger was one of the foreigners traveling in France at the time when Napoleon detained all British subjects within the limits of the Empire； by way of reprisals for the violation of the Treaty of Amiens； an outrage of international law perpetrated by the Court of St。 James。 These prisoners； compelled to submit to the Emperor's pleasure； were not all suffered to remain in the houses where they were arrested； nor yet in the places of residence which at first they were permitted to choose。 Most of the English colony in Touraine had been transplanted thither from different places where their presence was supposed to be inimical to the interests of the Continental Policy。
The young man； who was taking the tedium of the early morning hours on horseback； was one of these victims of bureaucratic tyranny。 Two years previously； a sudden order from the Foreign Office had dragged him from Montpellier； whither he had gone on account of consumptive tendencies。 He glanced at the Comte d'Aiglemont； saw that he was a military man； and deliberately looked away； turning his head somewhat abruptly towards the meadows by the Cise。
〃The English are all as insolent as if the globe belonged to them；〃 muttered the Colonel。 〃Luckily； Soult will give them a thrashing directly。〃
The prisoner gave a glance to the caleche as he rode by。 Brief though that glance was； he had yet time to notice the sad expression which lent an indefinable charm to the Countess' pensive face。 Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman； they take the look of pain for a sign of constancy or of love。 Julie herself was so much absorbed in the contemplation of the opposite cushion that she saw neither the horse nor the rider。 The damaged trace meanwhile had been quickly and strongly repaired； the Count stepped into his place again； and the post…boy； doing his best to make up for lost time； drove the carriage rapidly along the embankment。 On they drove under the overhanging cliffs； with their picturesque vine…dressers' huts and stores of wine maturing in their dark sides； till in the distance uprose the spire of the famous Abbey of Marmoutiers； the retreat of St。 Martin。
〃What can that diaphanous milord want with us？〃 exclaimed the Colonel； turning to assure himself that the horseman who had followed them from the bridge was the young Englishman。
After all； the stranger committed no breach of good manners by riding along on the footway； and Colonel d'Aiglemont was fain to lie back in his corner after sending a scowl in the Englishman's direction。 But in spite of his hostile instincts； he could not help noticing the beauty of the animal and the graceful horsemanship of the rider。 The young man's face was of that pale； fair…complexioned； insular type； which is almost girlish in the softness and delicacy of its color and texture。 He was tall； thin； and fair…haired； dressed with the extreme and elaborate neatness characteristic of a man of fashion in prudish England。 Any one might have thought that bashfulness rather than pleasure at the sight of the Countess had called up that flush into his face。 Once only Julie raised her eyes and looked at the stranger； and then only because she was in a manner compelled to do so； for her husband called upon her to admire the action of the thoroughbred。 It so happened that their glances clashed； and the shy Englishman； instead of riding abreast of the carriage； fell behind on this； and followed them at a distance of a few paces。
Yet the Countess had scarcely given him a glance； she saw none of the various perfections； human and equine； commended to her notice； and fell back again in the carriage； with a slight movement of the eyelids intended to express her acquiescence in her husband's views。 The Colonel fell asleep again； and both husband and wife reached Tours without another word。 Not one of those enchanting views of everchanging landscape through which they sped had drawn so much as a glance from Julie's eyes。
Mme。 d'Aiglemont looked now and again at her sleeping husband。 While she looked； a sudden jolt shook something down upon her knees。 It was her father's p
