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8 TIII-: y.v MY UNCLE'S DINIXQ-ROOM.<br />
'<br />
My dear love,' she said, glancing over her daughter's dress, 'I<br />
don't like yon in that cotton gown nml those clumsy flat s)<br />
mid why IB your hair tied up quite at <strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> your head,<br />
evident that Mile. Boinet<br />
and without any powder? It is very<br />
has hnd nothing to do with your toilet. You really look a ;<br />
fright !' 'Do I, mamma?' Mile, de Malpeire said, as she raised<br />
her eyes to <strong>the</strong> glass in which I had been contemplating f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
hist quarter <strong>of</strong> an hour that beautiful fair hair, fastened by a<br />
simple t<strong>or</strong>toise-shell comb, her blooming col<strong>or</strong>, and <strong>the</strong> fineness<br />
<strong>of</strong> her slender waist, enclosed in a c<strong>or</strong>sage <strong>of</strong> blue and<br />
white print. Her eyes met mine in <strong>the</strong> glass. She instantly<br />
turned her head away, with a look not so much <strong>of</strong> confusion as<br />
<strong>of</strong> annoyance.<br />
" 'You must excuse my daughter's deshabille,'' Madame de<br />
'<br />
Malpeire added, addressing herself to me. She did not know<br />
we should have company this evening, <strong>or</strong> she would have<br />
dressed f<strong>or</strong> supper. I wish she would take m<strong>or</strong>e pains about<br />
her dress, but I cannot get her to attend to it. She pretends<br />
foolish child that she cannot walk in high-heeled shoes.'<br />
' Mademoiselle may perhaps be right on that point,' I ventured<br />
ground, and <strong>the</strong>n striking toge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> high wooden heels, covered<br />
with white lea<strong>the</strong>r, she added with a sigh: '<br />
I have danced<br />
little thought I should spend my life here. I endured my solitude<br />
and ennui with patience, because I was young, and with<br />
BO many years <strong>of</strong> life bef<strong>or</strong>e me and felt as if ; <strong>the</strong>re would be<br />
time enough later f<strong>or</strong> amusement, and so I allowed my youth<br />
M. le Baron is. kindness and good nature itself ;<br />
to slip by.<br />
though we have not <strong>the</strong> same tastes, and though <strong>the</strong> life he<br />
leads here suits him exactly, he would always have been willing<br />
to take me to Paris. Every spring and every autumn <strong>the</strong><br />
journey was talked <strong>of</strong> but I have had a ;<br />
great many children,<br />
and whenever <strong>the</strong> time to set out approached, I was not able to<br />
travel. If I had not arranged this apartment in <strong>the</strong> way you<br />
see, and hadn't my po<strong>or</strong> Boinet with me, Idon't know what I<br />
should have done; I must have died <strong>of</strong> ennui. '<br />
'But heaven in<br />
its mercy, Madame la Baronne, spared you one <strong>of</strong> your chil-<br />
rend. I also tried to give her music lessons, but <strong>the</strong> attempt<br />
was not very successful. Her education has been left a little<br />
to chance. I brought from Paris, with some o<strong>the</strong>r furniture,<br />
a little book-case filled with w<strong>or</strong>ks chosen by my late uncle,<br />
<strong>the</strong> Bailie d'Herbelay, who was a philosopher, and a friend <strong>of</strong><br />
all <strong>the</strong> learned men <strong>of</strong> his time. My daughter has taken possession<br />
<strong>of</strong> those books, ancient, and modern, and though <strong>the</strong>y<br />
are not particularly amusing, her greatest pleasure is to read<br />
<strong>the</strong>m. To-day she has spent <strong>the</strong> whole m<strong>or</strong>ning, p<strong>or</strong>ing over<br />
a huge volume."<br />
' '<br />
I ventured to address myself to Mile, de Malpeire, and to<br />
ask her what was <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>k which had interested her so much.<br />
<strong>the</strong> West<br />
1 <strong>The</strong> Philosophical Hist<strong>or</strong>y <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> East and <strong>of</strong><br />
Indies, by <strong>the</strong> Abbe" Baynal," she answered. 'It is a very<br />
nice book, only I am s<strong>or</strong>ry to find in it some passages fav<strong>or</strong>a-<br />
ble to <strong>the</strong> Jesuits.' 'What, are you against <strong>the</strong> Jesuits?" I<br />
asked. 'Are you, <strong>the</strong>n, a Jansenint, mademoiselle?" 'No,<br />
sir," she quickly replied ;<br />
'<br />
I am nothing at all.' 'I am delighted<br />
that rny daughter is fond <strong>of</strong> r iauame de<br />
Malpeire said, playing with her sinifl'-box us she spoke.<br />
' Fur<br />
my part, I never could apply my mind to it, and as to serious<br />
books, I cannot endure <strong>the</strong>m.' Astonished at this umlis;<br />
frivolity, I answered, '<br />
If I might venture a suggestion, I would<br />
advise you, Madame la Baronue, to go out sometimes, and<br />
walk on those beautiful adjacent mountains, clo<strong>the</strong>d with<br />
almost m<strong>or</strong>e flowers than grass. <strong>The</strong> finest gardens do not<br />
present, I assure you, a m<strong>or</strong>e brilliant and smiling picture. '<br />
'<br />
Yes, I daresay it is very pretty,' she replied, in an indifferent<br />
manner; ' but <strong>the</strong> roads which lead to <strong>the</strong>se charming spots<br />
are not so smooth as <strong>the</strong> alleys <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Park <strong>of</strong> Versailles. We<br />
should have no end <strong>of</strong> precipices to cross." 'In that case,' I<br />
said, ' we must look nearer home. If I were you, Madame la<br />
Baronne, I would try and interest myself about <strong>the</strong> ]<br />
among whom I lived, and <strong>the</strong> details <strong>of</strong> rural life. I would<br />
'<br />
to say. It must be very difficult, Madame la Baronne, to keep<br />
one's balance in shoes like yours.' 'Oh! not at all,' she<br />
'<br />
quickly replied. I assure you it is all habit, I should not<br />
think <strong>of</strong> taking a step beyond my room with my m<strong>or</strong>occo slippers,<br />
and with <strong>the</strong>se little shoes I can walk <strong>of</strong>ten go<br />
'<br />
very well She put<br />
out at <strong>the</strong> same time her tiny foot, encased in a shoe <strong>of</strong> that<br />
absurd shape which only allowed <strong>the</strong> great toe to touch <strong>the</strong><br />
into <strong>the</strong> '<br />
village, and visit <strong>the</strong> tenants.' O, dreadful,'<br />
'<br />
she exclaimed, laughing; you do not know what you advise !<br />
Every Sunday at <strong>church</strong> I have a distant view <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se good<br />
people, and I can assure you that it is quite enough to take<br />
'<br />
away any wish to see <strong>the</strong>m nearer.<br />
"I saw a look <strong>of</strong> indignation in Mile, de Malpeire'a eyes,<br />
and in an almost imperceptible manner she moved a little<br />
far<strong>the</strong>r from her mo<strong>the</strong>r's side. What I had said seemed, on<br />
<strong>the</strong> contrary, to meet with her tacit approval. She turned towards<br />
me with a less stern expression <strong>of</strong> countenance.<br />
'<br />
<strong>The</strong>re<br />
are, <strong>the</strong>n, some very beautiful flowers, sir, on our wild mountains?'<br />
she said. 'As beautiful," I replied, 'as any <strong>of</strong> our<br />
gardens can boast. <strong>The</strong>re are slopes entirely covered with<br />
<strong>the</strong> blue heartsease and <strong>the</strong> purple-headed aconite and all<br />
in shoes <strong>of</strong> this kind in a ballet at <strong>the</strong> Hotel de Kichelieu, in<br />
which I appeared as a shepherdess. But that was a long time<br />
ago. '<br />
<strong>The</strong>n passing by a sudden transition to graver thoughts,<br />
bhe exclaimed: '<br />
It is a terrible thing to live as we do here, excluded<br />
from society, and with hardly any intercourse with <strong>the</strong><br />
w<strong>or</strong>ld. I have never been able to reconcile myself to this kind<br />
<strong>of</strong> banishment. When I came to this spot after my marriage, I<br />
kinds <strong>of</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r plants, one m<strong>or</strong>e lovely than <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r. But I<br />
suppose you have <strong>of</strong>ten walked, mademoiselle, in that part <strong>of</strong><br />
your fa<strong>the</strong>r's '<br />
property?" No, sir, never,' she coldly replied.<br />
'<br />
My mo<strong>the</strong>r does not go beyond <strong>the</strong> walls <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> castle, except<br />
to <strong>church</strong>, and she would not allow me to walk anywhere without<br />
her.' 'Here is my husband,' cried Madame de Malpeire,<br />
turning towards <strong>the</strong> half open window ;<br />
' he is coming into<br />
<strong>the</strong> court-yard.'<br />
.<br />
' '<br />
This announcement was speedily c<strong>or</strong>rob<strong>or</strong>ated by a confused<br />
noise <strong>of</strong> footsteps, and <strong>the</strong> loud barking <strong>of</strong> several dogs. Almost<br />
immediately afterwards <strong>the</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> a heavy tread was<br />
heard in <strong>the</strong> adjoining room, and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> Baron made his appearance,<br />
with his game-bag slung over his shoulder, and a<br />
fowling piece in his hand. Had I met him anywhere else I<br />
should have taken him f<strong>or</strong> a poacher. He threw his cap on<br />
<strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>a, wiped his sunburnt face, and, after c<strong>or</strong>dially embracing<br />
me, inquired after my fa<strong>the</strong>r. <strong>The</strong>n, turning to <strong>the</strong><br />
' Baronne and Mile, de Malpeire, he said, How are you, wife ?<br />
how do yon do, my little girl? Guess what game I bring<br />
' '<br />
you. Four-legged <strong>or</strong> two-legged creatures ?' asked Mile, de<br />
'<br />
Malpeire, slipping her hand into <strong>the</strong> bag. Both,' cried <strong>the</strong><br />
Baron, in a tone <strong>of</strong> '<br />
triumph. I have three white partridges,<br />
.1,' I timidly replied;<br />
'<br />
and whilst you devoted yourself to<br />
your daughter's education, <strong>the</strong> isolation you complain <strong>of</strong> must<br />
have been less sensibly felt." 'Oh! <strong>of</strong> course,' she answered,<br />
and bending down to fasten a bow <strong>of</strong> ribbon which had two red ones, and a leveret, which has kept me on <strong>the</strong> run <strong>the</strong><br />
been lying on <strong>the</strong> table in her daughter's hair, she added,<br />
'<br />
This little puss has never left me. I taught her myself to<br />
whole m<strong>or</strong>ning. I should have ended by losing it, if it had<br />
not been f<strong>or</strong> that tall fellow who won <strong>the</strong> pewter plate at <strong>the</strong><br />
wrestling match last year.' 'Pinatel?' Mile, de Malpeire said.<br />
<strong>the</strong> Baron answered displaying his spoils; 'he<br />
'<br />
Exactly so, '<br />
just happened to be <strong>the</strong>re with his dog a dog I would wil-<br />
lingly give ten crowns f<strong>or</strong>, though he does look like a badger.<br />
I had shot that hare in <strong>the</strong> back, and it weuttumbing down in-<br />
to a precipice under <strong>the</strong> rock <strong>of</strong> Pierre Fourcha. My dogs<br />
would not fetch it ; even Leander refused. Upon this, Pinatel<br />
went in quest <strong>of</strong> it with his cur, and brought me back <strong>the</strong><br />
As he was emptying his bag, <strong>the</strong><br />
creature, and here it is. '<br />
Baron exclaimed, ' Look here, what on earth is this little queer<br />
'<br />
concern?' Let us see,' both <strong>the</strong>, ladies said. It was a wooden<br />
figure, in <strong>the</strong> style <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Nuremburg dolls, roughly carved<br />
with a knife.<br />
" ' What is that bit <strong>of</strong> wood intended to represent ?' Madame<br />
de Malpeire asked, without touching it.<br />
' A sp<strong>or</strong>tsman with<br />
his gun in his hand, I suppose," <strong>the</strong> Baron answered. 'No,<br />
papa; it is a shepherd keeping his Hock, and leaning on his