OneeveningMadameGraslinlookedattherectorwitheyesalmostglazedwiththatfatalindecisionoftenobservableinpersonswhoarecherishingthethoughtofdeath。FromthatmomentMonsieurBonnethesitatednolonger;hesetbeforehimthedutyofarrestingtheprogressofthiscruelmoralmalady。
AtfirsttherewasabriefstruggleofemptywordsbetweenthepriestandVeronique,inwhichtheybothsoughttoveiltheirrealthoughts。
Inspiteofthecold,VeroniquewassittingonthegranitebenchholdingFrancisonherknee。MadameSauviatwasstandingatthecorneroftheterrace,purposelysoplacedastohidethecemetery。Alinewaswaitingtotakethechildaway。
\"Ihadsupposed,madame,\"saidtherector,whowasnowpayinghisseventhvisit,\"thatyouwereonlymelancholy;butIsee,\"sinkinghisvoicetoawhisper,\"thatyoursoulisindespair。ThatfeelingisneitherChristiannorCatholic。\"
\"But,\"shereplied,lookingtoheavenwithpiercingeyesandlettingabittersmileflickeronherlips,\"whatotherfeelingdoestheChurchleavetoalostsoulunlessitbedespair?\"
Asheheardthesewordstherectorrealizedthevastextentoftheravagesinhersoul。
\"Ah!\"hesaid,\"youaremakingthisterraceyourhell,whenitoughttobeyourCalvaryfromwhichtorisetoheaven。\"
\"Ihavenopridelefttoplacemeonsuchapedestal,\"sheanswered,inatonewhichrevealedtheself—contemptthatlaywithinher。
Herethepriest,byoneofthoseinspirationswhicharebothnaturalandfrequentinnoblesouls,themanofGodliftedthechildinhisarmsandkisseditsforehead,saying,inafatherlyvoice,\"Poorlittleone!\"Thenhegaveithimselftothenurse,whocarrieditaway。
MadameSauviatlookedatherdaughter,andsawtheefficacyoftherector’swords;forVeronique’seyes,longdry,weremoistwithtears。
Theoldwomanmadeasigntothepriestanddisappeared。
\"Letuswalk,\"saidtherectortoVeroniqueleadingheralongtheterracetotheotherend,fromwhichLesTascheronscouldbeseen。
\"Youbelongtome;ImustrenderaccounttoGodforyoursicksoul。\"
\"Givemetimetorecoverfrommydepression,\"shesaidtohim。
\"Yourdepressioncomesfrominjuriousmeditation,\"hereplied,quickly。
\"Yes,\"shesaid,withthesimplicityofagriefwhichhasreachedthepointofmakingnoattemptatconcealment。
\"Iseeplainlythatyouhavefallenintothegulfofapathy,\"hecried。\"Ifthereisadegreeofphysicalsufferingatwhichallsenseofmodestyexpires,thereisalsoadegreeofmoralsufferinginwhichallvigorofsoulislost;Iknowthat。\"
Shewassurprisedtohearthatsubtleobservationandtofindsuchtenderpityfromthisvillagerector;but,aswehaveseenalready,theexquisitedelicacywhichnopassionhadevertouchedgavehimthetruematernalspiritforhisflock。This/mensdevinior/,thisapostolictenderness,placesthepriestaboveallothermenandmakeshim,inasense,divine。MadameGraslinhadnotasyethadenoughexperienceofMonsieurBonnettoknowthisbeautyhiddeninhissoullikeaspring,fromwhichflowedgraceandpurityandtruelife。
\"Ah!monsieur,\"shecried,givingherselfwhollyuptohimbyagesture,alook,suchasthedyinggive。
\"Iunderstandyou,\"hesaid。\"Whatistobedone?Whatwillyoubecome?\"
Theywalkedinsilencethewholelengthofthebalustrade,facingtowardtheplain。Thesolemnmomentseemedpropitioustothebearerofgoodtidings,thegospelmessenger,andhetookit。
\"SupposeyourselfnowinthepresenceofGod,\"hesaid,inalowvoice,mysteriously;\"whatwouldyousaytoHim?\"
MadameGraslinstoppedasthoughstruckbyathunderbolt;sheshuddered;thenshesaidsimply,intonesthatbroughttearstotherector’seyes:——
\"Ishouldsay,asJesusChristsaid:’Father,whyhastthouforsakenme?’\"
\"Ah!Magdalen,thatisthesayingIexpectedofyou,\"criedMonsieurBonnet,whocouldnothelpadmiringher。\"YouseeyouareforcedtoappealtoGod’sjustice;youinvokeit!Listentome,madame。Religionis,byanticipation,divinejustice。TheChurchclaimsforherselftherighttojudgetheactionsofthesoul。Humanjusticeisafeebleimageofdivinejustice;itisbutapaleimitationofitappliedtotheneedsofsociety。\"
\"Whatdoyoumeanbythat?\"
\"Youarenotthejudgeofyourowncase,youaredependentuponGod,\"
saidthepriest;\"youhaveneithertherighttocondemnyourselfnortherighttoabsolveyourself。God,mychild,isagreatreverserofjudgments。\"
\"Ah!\"sheexclaimed。
\"He/sees/theoriginofthings,whereweseeonlythethingsthemselves。\"
Veroniquestoppedagain,struckbytheseideas,thatwerenewtoher。
\"Toyou,\"saidthebravepriest,\"toyouwhosesoulisagreatone,I
oweotherwordsthanthoseIoughttogivetomyhumbleparishioners。
You,whosemindandspiritaresocultivated,youcanrisetothesensedivineoftheCatholicreligion,expressedbyimagesandwordstothepoorandchildlike。Listentomeattentively,forwhatIamabouttosayconcernsyou;nomatterhowextensiveisthepointofviewatwhichIplacemyselfforamoment,thecaseisyours。/Law/,inventedtoprotectsociety,isbasedonequality。Society,whichisnothingbutanassemblageofacts,isbasedoninequality。Thereisthereforelackofharmonybetweenactandlaw。Oughtsocietytomarchonfavoredorrepressedbylaw?Inotherwords,oughtlawtobeinoppositiontotheinteriorsocialmovementforthemaintenanceofsociety,orshoulditbebasedonthatmovementinordertoguideit?
Alllegislatorshavecontentedthemselveswithanalyzingacts,indicatingthosethatseemedtothemblamableorcriminal,andattachingpunishmentstosuchorrewardstoothers。Thatishumanlaw;
ithasneitherthemeanstopreventsin,northemeanstopreventthereturntosinfulnessofthoseitpunishes。Philanthropyisasublimeerror;ittorturesthebodyuselessly,itproducesnobalmtohealthesoul。Philanthropygivesbirthtoprojects,emitsideas,confidestheexecutionofthemtoman,tosilence,tolabor,torules,tothingsmuteandpowerless。Religionisabovetheseimperfections,foritextendsman’slifebeyondthisworld。Regardingusallasdegradedfromourhighestate,religionhasopenedtousaninexhaustibletreasureofindulgence。Weareallmoreorlessadvancedtowardourcompleteregeneration;nooneissinless;theChurchexpectswrong—
doing,evencrime。Wheresocietyseesacriminaltobeexpelledfromitsbosom,theChurchseesasoultosave。More,farmorethanthat!
InspiredbyGod,whomshestudiesandcontemplates,theChurchadmitstheinequalitiesofstrength,sheallowsforthedisproportionofburdens。Ifshefindsusunequalinheart,inbody,inmind,inaptitude,andvalue,shemakesusallequalbyrepentance。Henceequalityisnolongeravainword,forwecanbe,weare,allequalthroughfeeling。FromtheformlessfetichismofsavagestothegracefulinventionsofGreece,ortheprofoundandmetaphysicaldoctrinesofEgyptandIndia,whethertaughtincheerfulorinterrifyingworship,thereisaconvictioninthesoulofman——thatofhisfall,thatofhissin——fromwhichcomeseverywheretheideaofsacrificeandredemption。ThedeathoftheRedeemerofthehumanraceisanimageofwhatwehavetodoforourselves,——redeemourfaults,redeemourerrors,redeemourcrimes!Allisredeemable;Catholicismitselfisinthatword;henceitsadorablesacraments,whichhelpthetriumphofgraceandsustainthesinner。Toweep,tomoanlikeMagdaleninthedesert,isbutthebeginning;theendisAction。
Monasteriesweptandprayed;theyprayedandcivilized;theyweretheactiveagentsofourdivinereligion。Theybuilt,planted,cultivatedEurope;allthewhilesavingthetreasuresoflearning,knowledge,humanjustice,politics,andart。WeshalleverrecognizeinEuropetheplaceswherethoseradiantcentresoncewere。Nearlyallourmoderntownsarethechildrenofmonasteries。IfyoubelievethatGodwilljudgeyou,theChurchtellsyoubymyvoicethatsincanberedeemedbyworksofrepentance。ThemightyhandofGodweighsboththeevildoneandthevalueofbenefitsaccomplished。Beyourselflikethosemonasteries;workherethesamemiracles。Yourprayersmustbelabors。Fromyourlaborsmustcomethegoodofthoseabovewhomyouareplacedbyfortune,bysuperiorityofmind;eventhisnaturalpositionofyourdwellingistheimageofyoursocialsituation。\"
Ashesaidthelastwords,thepriestandMadameGraslinturnedtowalkbacktowardtheplains,andtherectorpointedbothtothevillageatthefootofthehill,andtothechateaucommandingthewholelandscape。Itwasthenhalf—pastfouro’clock;aglowofyellowsunlightenvelopedthebalustradeandthegardens,illuminatedthechateau,sparkledonthegildedrailingsoftheroof,lightedthelongplaincutintwobythehigh—road,——asad,grayribbon,notborderedtherebythefringeoftreeswhichwavedaboveitelsewhereoneitherside。
WhenVeroniqueandMonsieurBonnethadpassedthemainbodyofthechateau,theycouldsee——beyondthecourtyard,thestables,andtheoffices——thegreatforestofMontegnac,alongwhichtheyellowglowwasglidinglikeasoftcaress。Thoughthislastgleamofthesettingsuntouchedthetree—topsonly,itenabledtheeyetoseedistinctlythecapricesofthatmarvelloustapestrywhichnaturemakesofaforestinautumn。TheoakswereamassofFlorentinebronze,thewalnutsandthechestnutsdisplayedtheirblue—greentones,theearlytreeswereputtingontheirgoldenfoliage,andallthesevariedcolorswereshadedwiththegrayofbarrenspots。Thetrunksoftreesalreadystrippedofleafageshowedtheirlight—graycolonnades;therusset,tawny,grayishcolors,artisticallyblendedbythepalereflectionsofanOctobersun,harmonizedwiththevastuncultivatedplain,greenasstagnantwater。
Athoughtcameintotherector’smindashelookedatthisfinespectacle,muteinotherways,——fornotatreerustled,notabirdchirped,deathwasontheplain,silenceintheforest;hereandtherealittlesmokefromthevillagechimneys,thatwasall。Thechateauseemedasgloomyasitsmistress。Bysomestrangelawallthingsaboutadwellingimitatetheonewhorulesthere;theowner’sspirithoversoverit。MadameGraslin——hermindgraspedbytherector’swords,hersoulstruckbyconviction,herheartaffectedinitstenderestemotionsbytheangelicqualityofthatpurevoice——stoppedshort。Therectorraisedhisarmandpointedtotheforest。Veroniquelookedthere。
\"Doyounotthinkithasavagueresemblancetosociallife?\"hesaid。
\"Toeachitsdestiny。Howmanyinequalitiesinthatmassoftrees!
Thoseplacedthehighestlackearthandmoisture;theydiefirst。\"
\"Sometherearewhomtheshearsofthewomangatheringfagotscutshortintheirprime,\"shesaidbitterly。
\"Donotfallbackintothosethoughts,\"saidtherectorsternly,thoughwithindulgencestill。\"Themisfortuneofthisforestisthatithasneverbeencut。Doyouseethephenomenonthesemassespresent?\"
Veronique,towhosemindthesingularitiesoftheforestnaturesuggestedlittle,lookedobedientlyattheforestandthenlethereyesdropgentlybackupontherector。
\"Youdonotnotice,\"hesaid,perceivingfromthatlookhertotalignorance,\"thelineswherethetreesofallspeciesstillholdtheirgreenness?\"
\"Ah!true,\"shesaid。\"Iseethemnow。Whyisit?\"
\"Inthat,\"repliedtherector,\"liesthefutureofMontegnac,andyourownfortune,animmensefortune,asIonceexplainedtoMonsieurGraslin。Youseethefurrowsofthosethreedells,themountainstreamsofwhichflowintothetorrentoftheGabou。ThattorrentseparatestheforestofMontegnacfromthedistrictwhichonthissideadjoinsours。InSeptemberandOctoberitgoesdry,butinNovemberitisfullofwater,thevolumeofwhichwouldbegreatlyincreasedbyapartialclearingoftheforest,soastosendallthelesserstreamstojoinit。Asitis,itswatersdonogood;butifoneortwodamsweremadebetweenthetwohillsoneithersideofit,astheyhavedoneatRiquet,andatSaint—Ferreol——wheretheyhavemadeimmensereservoirstofeedtheLanguedoccanal——thisbarrenplaincouldbefertilizedbyjudiciousirrigationthroughtrenchesandculvertsmanagedbywatergates;sendingthewaterwhenneededovertheselands,anddivertingitatothertimestoourlittleriver。Youcouldplantfinepoplarsalongthesewater—coursesandraisethefinestcattleonsuchpasturageasyouwouldthenobtain。Whatisgrass,butsunandwater?Thereisquitesoilenoughontheplainstoholdtheroots;thestreamswillfurnishdewandmoisture;thepoplarswillholdandfeeduponthemists,returningtheirelementstotheherbage;thesearethesecretsofthefinevegetationofvalleys。Ifyouundertookthisworkyouwouldsoonseelifeandjoyandmovementwheresilencenowreigns,wheretheeyeissaddenedbybarrenfruitlessness。WouldnotthatbeanobleprayertoGod?Suchworkwouldbeabetteroccupationofyourleisurethantheindulgenceofmelancholythoughts。\"
Veroniquepressedtherector’shand,answeringwithfourbriefwords,buttheyweregrandones:——
\"Itshallbedone。\"
\"Youconceivethepossibilityofthisgreatwork,\"hewenton;\"butyoucannotexecuteit。NeitheryounorIhavethenecessaryknowledgetoaccomplishanideawhichmighthavecometoall,buttheexecutionofwhichpresentsimmensedifficulties;forsimpleasitmayseem,thematterrequiresthemostaccuratesciencewithallitsresources。
Seek,therefore,atoncefortheproperhumaninstrumentswhowillenableyouwithinthenextdozenyearstogetanincomeofsixorseventhousandlouisoutofthesixthousandacresyouirrigateandfertilize。SuchanenterprisewillmakeMontegnacatsomefuturedaythemostprosperousdistrictinthedepartment。Theforest,asyet,yieldsyounoreturn,butsoonerorlatercommercewillcomehereinsearchofitsfinewoods——thosetreasuresamassedbytime;theonlyonestheproductionofwhichcannotbehastenedorimproveduponbyman。TheStatemaysomedayprovideawayoftransportfromthisforest,formanyofthetreeswouldmakefinemastsforthenavy;butitwillwaituntiltheincreasingpopulationofMontegnacmakesademanduponitsprotection;fortheStateislikefortune,itcomesonlytotherich。Thisestate,wellmanaged,willbecome,inthecourseoftime,oneofthefinestinFrance;itwillbetheprideofyourgrandson,whomaythenfindthechateaupaltry,comparingitwithitsrevenues。\"
\"Here,\"saidVeronique,\"isafutureformylife。\"
\"Abeneficentworksuchasthatwillredeemwrongdoing,\"saidtherector。
Seeingthatsheunderstoodhim,heattemptedtostrikeanotherblowonthiswoman’sintellect,judgingrightlythatinhertheintellectledtheheart,whereasinotherwomentheheartistheirroadtointelligence。
\"Doyouknow,\"hesaidafterapause,\"theerrorinwhichyouareliving?\"
Shelookedathimtimidly。
\"Yourrepentanceisasyetonlyasenseofdefeatendured,——whichishorrible,foritisnothingelsethanthedespairofSatan;such,perhaps,wastherepentanceofmankindbeforethecomingofJesusChrist。Butourrepentance,therepentanceofChristians,isthehorrorofasoulstruckdownonanevilpath,towhom,bythisveryshock,GodhasrevealedHimself。YouarelikethepaganOrestes;makeyourselfanotherPaul。\"
\"Yourwordshavechangedmeutterly,\"shecried。\"Now——oh!nowIwanttolive。\"
\"Thespiritconquers,\"thoughtthemodestrector,ashejoyfullytookhisleave。Hehadcastnourishmentbeforeasoulhuntedintosecretdespairbygivingtoitsrepentancetheformofagoodandnobleaction。
XII
THESOULOFFORESTS
VeroniquewrotetoMonsieurGrosseteteonthemorrow。AfewdayslatershereceivedfromLimogesthreesaddle—horsessentbyheroldfriend。
MonsieurBonnetfoundatVeronique’srequest,ayoungman,sonofthepostmaster,whowasdelightedtoserveVeroniqueandearngoodwages。
Thisyoungfellow,smallbutactive,witharoundface,blackeyesandhair,andnamedMauriceChampion,pleasedVeroniqueverymuchandwasimmediatelyinductedintohisoffice,whichwasthatoftakingcareofthehorsesandaccompanyinghismistressonherexcursions。
Thehead—foresterofMontegnacwasaformercavalry—sergeantintheRoyalguard,bornatLimoges,whomtheDucdeNavarreinshadsenttohisestateatMontegnactostudyitscapabilitiesandvalue,inorderthathemightderivesomeprofitfromit。JeromeColoratfoundnothingbutwastelandutterlybarren,woodsunavailableforwantoftransportation,aruinedchateau,andenormousoutlaysrequiredtorestorethehouseandgardens。Alarmed,aboveall,bythebedsoftorrentsstrewnwithgraniterockswhichseamedtheforest,thishonestbutunintelligentagentwastherealcauseofthesaleoftheproperty。
\"Colorat,\"saidMadameGraslintoherforester,forwhomshehadsent,\"Ishallprobablyrideouteverymorning,beginningwithto—morrow。
YouknowallthedifferentpartsofthelandthatbelongedoriginallytothisestateandthosewhichMonsieurGraslinaddedtoit:Iwishyoutogowithmeandpointthemout;forIintendtovisiteverypartofthepropertymyself。\"
ThefamilywithinthechateausawwithjoythechangethatnowappearedinVeronique’sbehavior。Withoutbeingtoldtodoso,Alinegotouthermistress’sriding—habitandputitingoodorderforuse。
ThenextdayMadameSauviatfeltunspeakablereliefwhenherdaughterleftherroomdressedtorideout。
GuidedbytheforesterandChampion,whofoundtheirwaybyrecollection,forthepathswerescarcelymarkedontheseunfrequentedmountains,MadameGraslinstartedonthefirstdayforthesummits,intendingtoexplorethoseonly,soastounderstandthewatershedandfamiliarizeherselfwiththelayoftheravines,thenaturalpathofthetorrentswhentheytoredowntheslopes。Shewishedtomeasurethetaskbeforeher,——tostudythelandandthewater—ways,andfindforherselftheessentialpointsoftheenterprisewhichtherectorhadsuggestedtoher。ShefollowedColorat,whorodeinadvance;Championwasafewstepsbehindher。
Solongastheyweremakingtheirwaythroughpartsthatweredensewithtrees,goingupanddownundulationsofgroundlyingneartoeachotherandverycharacteristicofthemountainsofFrance,Veroniquewaslostincontemplationofthemarvelsoftheforest。Firstcamethevenerablecentennialtrees,whichamazedhertillshegrewaccustomedtothem;next,thefull—grownyoungertreesreachingtotheirnaturalheight;then,insomemoreopenspot,asolitarypine—treeofenormousheight;or——butthiswasrare——oneofthoseflowingshrubs,dwarfelsewhere,buthereattainingtogiganticdevelopment,andoftenasoldasthesoilitself。Shesaw,withasensationquiteunspeakable,acloudrollingalongthefaceofthebarerocks。Shenoticedthewhitefurrowsmadedownthemountainsidesbythemeltingsnows,whichlookedatadistancelikescarsandgashes。Passingthroughagorgestrippedofvegetation,sheneverthelessadmired,inthecleftflanksoftherockyslope,agedchestnutsaserectastheAlpinefir—trees。
Therapiditywithwhichsheadvancedlefthernotimetotakeinallthevariedscene,thevastmovingsands,thequagmiresboastingafewscatteredtrees,fallengraniteboulders,overhangingrocks,shadedvalleys,broadopenspaceswithmossandheatherstillinbloom(thoughsomewasdried),uttersolitudesovergrownwithjuniperandcaper—bushes;sometimesuplandswithshortgrass,smallspacesenrichedbyanoozingspring,——inshort,muchsadness,manysplendors,thingssweet,thingsstrong,andallthesingularaspectsofmountainousNatureintheheartofFrance。
Asshewatchedthesemanypictures,variedinformbutallinspiredwiththesamethought,theawfulsadnessofthisNature,sowild,soruined,abandoned,fruitless,barren,filledhersoulandansweredtohersecretfeelings。Andwhen,throughanopeningamongthetrees,shecaughtaglimpseoftheplainbelowher,whenshecrossedsomearidravineovergravelandstones,whereafewstuntedbushesalonecouldgrow,thespiritofthisaustereNaturecametoher,suggestingobservationsnewtohermind,derivedfromthemanysignificationsofthisvariedscene。
Thereisnospotinaforestwhichdoesnothaveitssignificance;notaglade,notathicketbuthasitsanalogywiththelabyrinthofhumanthought。Whoisthereamongthosewhosemindsarecultivatedorwhoseheartsarewoundedwhocanwalkaloneinaforestandtheforestnotspeaktohim?Insensiblyavoiceliftsitself,consolingorterrible,butoftenerconsolingthanterrifying。Ifweseekthecausesofthesensation——grave,simple,sweet,mysterious——thatgraspsusthere,perhapsweshallfinditinthesublimeandartlessspectacleofallthesecreationsobeyingtheirdestinyandimmutablysubmissive。SoonerorlatertheoverwhelmingsenseofthepermanenceofNaturefillsourheartsandstirsthemdeeply,andweendbybeingconsciousofGod。SoitwaswithVeronique;inthesilenceofthosesummits,fromtheodorofthewoods,theserenityoftheair,shegathered——asshesaidthateveningtoMonsieurBonnet——thecertaintyofGod’smercy。Shesawthepossibilityofanorderofdeedshigherthananytowhichheraspirationshadeverreached。Shefeltasortofhappinesswithinher;
itwaslong,indeedsinceshehadknownsuchasenseofpeace。Didsheowethatfeelingtotheresemblanceshefoundbetweenthatbarrenlandscapeandthearid,exhaustedregionsofhersoul?Hadsheseenthosetroublesofnaturewithasortofjoy,thinkingthatNaturewaspunishedthoughithadnotsinned?Atanyrate,shewaspowerfullyaffected;ColoratandChampion,followingheratalittledistance,thoughthertransfigured。
AtacertainsportVeroniquewasstruckwiththesternharshaspectofthesteepandrockybedsofthedried—uptorrents。Shefoundherselflongingtohearthesoundofwatersplashingthroughthosescorchedravines。
\"Theneedtolove!\"shemurmured。
Ashamedofthewords,whichseemedtocometoherlikeavoice,shepushedherhorseboldlytowardthefirstpeakoftheCorreze,where,inspiteoftheforester’sadvice,sheinsistedongoing。Tellingherattendantstowaitforhershewentonalonetothesummit,whichiscalledtheRoche—Vive,andstayedthereforsometime,studyingthesurroundingcountry。Afterhearingthesecretvoiceofthemanycreationsaskingtoliveshenowreceivedwithinherthetouch,theinspiration,whichdeterminedhertoputintoherworkthatwonderfulperseverancedisplayedbyNature,ofwhichshehadherselfalreadygivenmanyproofs。
Shefastenedherhorsetoatreeandseatedherselfonalargerock,lettinghereyesroveoverthebroadexpanseofbarrenplain,whereNatureseemedastep—mother,——feelinginherheartthesamestirringsofmaternallovewithwhichattimesshegazeduponherinfant。
Preparedbythistrainofemotion,thesehalfinvoluntarymeditations(which,touseherownfineexpression,winnowedherheart),toreceivethesublimeinstructionofferedbythescenebeforeher,sheawokefromherlethargy。
\"Iunderstoodthen,\"shesaidafterwardstotherector,\"thatoursoulsmustbeploughedandcultivatedlikethesoilitself。\"
ThevastexpansebeforeherwaslightedbyapaleNovembersun。
Alreadyafewgraycloudschasedbyachillywindwerehurryingfromthewest。Itwasthenthreeo’clock。Veroniquehadtakenmorethanfourhourstoreachthesummit,but,likeallotherswhoareharrowedbyaninwardmisery,shepaidnoheedtoexternalcircumstances。AtthismomentherbeingwasactuallygrowingandmagnifyingwiththesublimeimpetusofNatureitself。
\"Donotstayhereanylonger,madame,\"saidaman,whosevoicemadeherquiver,\"oryouwillsoonbeunabletoreturn;youaresixmilesfromanydwelling,andtheforestisimpassableatnight。Butthatisnotyourgreatestdanger。Beforelongthecoldonthissummitwillbecomeintense;thereasonofthisisunknown,butithascausedthedeathofmanypersons。\"
MadameGraslinsawbeforeheraman’sface,almostblackwithsunburn,inwhichshoneeyesthatwereliketwotonguesofflame。Oneithersideofthisfacehungamassofbrownhair,andbelowitwasafan—
shapedbeard。Themanwasraisingrespectfullyoneofthoseenormousbroad—brimmedhatswhicharewornbythepeasantryofcentralFrance,andinsodoingdisplayedabaldbutsplendidforeheadsuchaswesometimesseeinwaysidebeggars。Veroniquedidnotfeeltheslightestfear;thesituationwasoneinwhichallthelesserconsiderationsthatmakeawomantimidhadceased。
\"Whyareyouhere?\"sheasked。
\"Myhomeisnearby,\"heanswered。
\"Whatcanyoudoinsuchadesert?\"shesaid。
\"Ilive。\"
\"Buthow?whatmeansoflivingarethere?\"
\"Iearnalittlesomethingbywatchingthatpartoftheforest,\"heanswered,pointingtotheothersideofthesummitfromtheonethatoverlookedMontegnac。MadameGraslinthensawthemuzzleofagunandalsoagame—bag。Ifshehadhadanyfearsthiswouldhaveputanendtothem。
\"Thenyouareakeeper?\"shesaid。
\"No,madame;inordertobeakeeperwemusttakeacertainoath;andtotakeanoathwemusthavecivicrights。\"
\"Whoareyou,then?\"
\"IamFarrabesche,\"hesaid,withdeephumility,loweringhiseyestotheground。
MadameGraslin,towhomthenametoldnothing,lookedatthemanandnoticedinhisface,theexpressionofwhichwasnowverygentle,thesignsofunderlyingferocity;irregularteethgavetothemouth,thelipsblood—red,anironicalexpressionfullofevilaudacity;thedarkandprominentcheek—boneshadsomethinganimalaboutthem。Themanwasofmiddleheight,withstrongshoulders,athick—setneck,andthelargehairyhandsofviolentmencapableofusingtheirstrengthinabrutalmanner。Hislastwordspointedtosomemystery,towhichhisbearing,theexpressionofhiscountenance,andhiswholeperson,gaveasinistermeaning。
\"Youmustbeinmyservice,then?\"saidVeroniqueinagentlevoice。
\"HaveIthehonorofspeakingtoMadameGraslin?\"askedFarrabesche。
\"Yes,myfriend,\"sheanswered。
Farrabescheinstantlydisappeared,withtherapidityofawildanimal,aftercastingaglanceathismistressthatwasfulloffear。
XIII
FARRABESCHE
Veroniquehastenedtomountherhorseandrejointheservants,whowerebeginningtobeuneasyabouther;forthestrangeunhealthinessoftheRoche—Vivewaswellknownthroughouttheneighborhood。Coloratbeggedhismistresstogodownintothelittlevalleywhichledtotheplain。Itwouldbedangerous,hesaid,toreturnbythehills,orbythetangledpathstheyhadfollowedinthemorning,where,evenwithhisknowledgeofthecountry,theywerelikelytobelostinthedusk。