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Till-: J'OHTHAJT 1\ MY l'.\'ci,K'X 1>L\ t.\G- ROOM. 19<br />
however, my fa<strong>the</strong>r broke through that silence. It was at <strong>the</strong><br />
end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> year 1702. We had just arrived at Ostend, where a<br />
great number <strong>of</strong> emigre* were preparing, like me, to cross over<br />
to England, but I did not seek <strong>the</strong>m out, and whilst my<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r went to visit some old friends I remained alone at <strong>the</strong><br />
hotel. I remember that <strong>the</strong> day was closing in, and <strong>the</strong> intensely<br />
melancholy feeling with which I watched <strong>the</strong> snowflakes<br />
slowly falling and whitening <strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong>s <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> neighb<strong>or</strong>ing<br />
houses, <strong>the</strong> high-pointed gables <strong>of</strong> which stood out in dark relief<br />
against <strong>the</strong> pale gray sky. My fa<strong>the</strong>r came in with a s<strong>or</strong>rowful<br />
countenance, and seated himself by <strong>the</strong> fire without<br />
speaking. This made me feel anxious, f<strong>or</strong> at that time life was<br />
made up <strong>of</strong> incessant fears, and <strong>the</strong> event generally m<strong>or</strong>e than<br />
justified <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>st '<br />
apprehensions. Any news from France ?'<br />
I asKed, trembling at what <strong>the</strong> answer might be. My fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
shook his head, and with a manner <strong>of</strong> great depression said :<br />
'<br />
I have just heard <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> death <strong>of</strong> an old friend. Yo.i know<br />
him, Maximin, and although it was under very painful circumstances<br />
that your intimacy ended, I am sure you will feel his<br />
'<br />
death very much.' You mean that <strong>the</strong> Baron de Malpeire is<br />
"<strong>The</strong>re was a heavy shower just now, and it soaked through<br />
and through."<br />
<strong>The</strong> rain was indeed streaming down <strong>the</strong> window panes, and<br />
<strong>the</strong> temperature in <strong>the</strong> house had become sensibly colder.<br />
" Throw some fagots on <strong>the</strong> fire," Dom G6rusac said<br />
" <<br />
:<br />
are freezing here. And get us some c<strong>of</strong>fee; you know M-. le<br />
Cnri likes it very hot.<br />
'<br />
dead," I exclaimed. Yep, he was carried <strong>of</strong>f suddenly within<br />
<strong>the</strong> last few days,' my fa<strong>the</strong>r answered. 'He had been living<br />
here some time in a state b<strong>or</strong>dering on destitution.' 'And<br />
' Was she with him ? Have<br />
"<br />
"<br />
My d< ar Marquis," he "<br />
added, you will let me introduce<br />
to you <strong>the</strong> AbbiS Lambert, a w<strong>or</strong>thy priest, who has been f<strong>or</strong><br />
fifteen years Cure' <strong>of</strong> Malpeire."<br />
"I shall be very glad to make his acquaintance," <strong>the</strong> Marquis<br />
eagerly answered. And whilst my uncle went to look after his<br />
new guest, he said to me, "M. le Cur6 must, I think, know<br />
something as to <strong>the</strong> fate <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> family <strong>of</strong> Malpeire. He must<br />
have heard people talk about <strong>the</strong>m and <strong>the</strong>ir misf<strong>or</strong>tunes.<br />
Have you ever asked any questions on <strong>the</strong> subject?"<br />
"Yes, I have, monseigneur," I answered, getting very red,<br />
"but he seemed to know nothing about it. Perhaps it was out<br />
<strong>of</strong> a feeling <strong>of</strong> charity, and because he wished people to f<strong>or</strong>get<br />
Mile, de Malpeire's disgraceful hist<strong>or</strong>y."<br />
1<br />
<strong>The</strong> Abbe Lambert came in with my uncle. His old cassock<br />
was still very damp, and <strong>the</strong> marks which his heavy shoes left<br />
on <strong>the</strong> flo<strong>or</strong> showed that he had been trudging on foot in roads<br />
Madame de Malpeire ?' I asked.<br />
yousetnher?" He shook his head sadly. 'What, is she, too,<br />
'<br />
dead ?' I cried. She died a good while ago <strong>of</strong> a broken<br />
heart, I think, '<br />
my<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r said in a low voice. '<strong>The</strong> Baron<br />
had no one with him in his last moments except a po<strong>or</strong> servant<br />
<strong>of</strong> his wife's, who had latterly supp<strong>or</strong>ted him by her w<strong>or</strong>k.<br />
When I heard all this I tried to find her out. I should have<br />
liked to have done something f<strong>or</strong> that faithful creature, but she<br />
sight <strong>of</strong> it makes my po<strong>or</strong> old heart thrill as it used to do years<br />
ago. <strong>The</strong> brighest and <strong>the</strong> most terrible days I have known<br />
rise again bef<strong>or</strong>e me."<br />
CHAPTER IX.<br />
TEE HOME OF THE PINATKL8.<br />
M. de Champaubert leant his elbow on <strong>the</strong> table, sighed<br />
deeply, and pouring out a glass <strong>of</strong> sherry, drank it <strong>of</strong>f. My<br />
uncle, who had with difficulty followed all <strong>the</strong>se romantic meta-<br />
physics.ejaculated, " You were really very unf<strong>or</strong>tunate in your<br />
fiist love." As to me, my heart was bursting with indignation.<br />
I could not take my eyes <strong>of</strong>f Mile, de Malpeire 's picture, and<br />
when <strong>the</strong> Marquis had finished his st<strong>or</strong>y I murmured, with a<br />
kind <strong>of</strong> sc<strong>or</strong>nful rage. " That Abbat she was so fond <strong>of</strong> must be<br />
by this time a h<strong>or</strong>rid wrinkled old peasant, bent half-double, I<br />
daresay, and dressed in tattered clo<strong>the</strong>s. I should like to see<br />
him now."<br />
Whilst M. de Champaubert had been speaking Babelou had<br />
looked in at <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong> m<strong>or</strong>e than once. When his narrative<br />
came to an end she glided into <strong>the</strong> room, and going up to <strong>the</strong><br />
back <strong>of</strong> my uncle's arm-chair, she whispered in his ear that M.<br />
le CuriS was come, and asked f<strong>or</strong> a bed, as he was in <strong>the</strong> habit<br />
<strong>of</strong> doing now and <strong>the</strong>n.<br />
"By all means," cried Dom Gerusac; "he is most welcome.<br />
"<br />
Where is he '!<br />
'In <strong>the</strong> kitchen drying his cassock." Babelou replied.<br />
full <strong>of</strong> clayey mud. But he was in nowise ashamed <strong>of</strong> his po<strong>or</strong><br />
appearance, and it was in a manner equally free from embarrassment<br />
<strong>or</strong> familiarity that he returned <strong>the</strong> greeting <strong>of</strong> our<br />
distinguished guest, who received <strong>the</strong> old village priest with as<br />
much respect as if he had been a dignitary <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Church, made<br />
way f<strong>or</strong> him by his side close to <strong>the</strong> fire, and stirred up <strong>the</strong><br />
blaze <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fagots, in <strong>or</strong>der that <strong>the</strong> po<strong>or</strong> w<strong>or</strong>n-out cassock<br />
is gone she went backio France.'<br />
;<br />
" We sat on some time in silence. At last I said to my fath-<br />
'<br />
er And Mile, de Malpeire do you know what has become <strong>of</strong><br />
her ?' He hesitated f<strong>or</strong> a moment, and <strong>the</strong>n replied in a way<br />
'<br />
tli at seemed intended to stop any far<strong>the</strong>r questions, <strong>the</strong> family<br />
<strong>of</strong> Malpeire is now quite extinct. '<br />
"From that day to this I never uttered again Mile, de Malpeire's<br />
name and my fa<strong>the</strong>r may have thought that I had f<strong>or</strong>gotten<br />
her, but it was not so. <strong>The</strong> remembrance <strong>of</strong> that first<br />
and only affection dwelt in my heart through all <strong>the</strong> years <strong>of</strong><br />
my youth, and, I am almost ashamed to might<br />
add, even in a m<strong>or</strong>e<br />
advanced period <strong>of</strong> life, stood in <strong>the</strong> way <strong>of</strong> my marrying.<br />
And now I cannot look at that picture without emotion. <strong>The</strong><br />
be effectually dried.<br />
1<br />
"My dear Cure , I am delighted that your flock is scattered<br />
over <strong>the</strong>se mountains and valleys," said Dom Gdrusac with a<br />
smile. We should not have had <strong>the</strong> pleasure <strong>of</strong> seeing you tonight<br />
ii you had not some parishioners to visit in this neighb<strong>or</strong>hood."<br />
"Yes, indeed," he replied, with somewhat <strong>of</strong> sadness in his<br />
tone. "It is a case requiring my ministry that brought me<br />
here to-night a pressing sick call, and I was afraid <strong>of</strong> being<br />
too late. It is a long walk from Malpeire to here, and in this<br />
st<strong>or</strong>my wea<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> t<strong>or</strong>rents may swell at any moment so as to<br />
impede <strong>the</strong> way."<br />
1<br />
"<br />
After <strong>the</strong> Abbe Lambert had dried his clo<strong>the</strong>s and drank a<br />
cup <strong>of</strong> c<strong>of</strong>fee, M. le Champaubert began discreetly to sound him<br />
as to <strong>the</strong> time <strong>of</strong> his arrival in those parts, and <strong>the</strong> rep<strong>or</strong>ts he<br />
might have happened to hear concerning <strong>the</strong> f<strong>or</strong>mer l<strong>or</strong>ds <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> soil. <strong>The</strong> Abbe Lambert seemed aware <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> interest<br />
which prompted M. le Champaubert to make <strong>the</strong>se inquiries,<br />
and he spared him <strong>the</strong> necessity <strong>of</strong> m<strong>or</strong>e direct questioning by<br />
sad voice :<br />
saying, in a grave,<br />
" When I came here, about sixteen years ago, <strong>the</strong> family <strong>of</strong><br />
Malpeire was almost f<strong>or</strong>gotten. Even <strong>the</strong> melancholy event<br />
which preceded <strong>the</strong>ir departure was "<br />
hardly alluded to.<br />
" But you know <strong>of</strong> it !" exclaimed <strong>the</strong> "<br />
Marquis. You had<br />
heard <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> only daughter <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> late Baron, Mile, de Mal-<br />
"<br />
peire ?<br />
<strong>The</strong> old priest raised his eyes and hands to heaven, and<br />
said, in an earnest and impressive manner, "May God have<br />
mercy on <strong>the</strong> soul <strong>of</strong> that po<strong>or</strong> woman ! And you must also<br />
f<strong>or</strong>give her ; she has atoned f<strong>or</strong> her ings"<br />
guilt by severe suffer-<br />
"You have been yourself acquainted with Mile, de Mal-<br />
peire," interrupted M. de Champaubert, greatly agitated;<br />
"you can tell me what has been <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> her unhappy<br />
life."<br />
"It is a shocking hist<strong>or</strong>y, " murmured <strong>the</strong> Abbfi Lambert,<br />
shaking his head, as if beginning to hesitate about recalling<br />
that painful remembrance. But <strong>the</strong> Marquis would take no<br />
denial, and he <strong>the</strong>n said, "I little thought where and in what<br />
companv I should relate <strong>the</strong> hist<strong>or</strong>y <strong>of</strong> that po<strong>or</strong> sinner. God,<br />
in his mysterious providence, has, I suppose, thus<br />
"<br />
<strong>or</strong>dained it.<br />
He paused f<strong>or</strong> a moment <strong>or</strong> wo, and <strong>the</strong>n went on :<br />
"At <strong>the</strong> time <strong>of</strong> Mile, do Malpeire's elopement, I was