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husband than he would o<strong>the</strong>rwise; have been. We cannot tell;<br />
are sometimes sown on unpromising Mill which bear un-<br />
expected fruits. I'erhaps Artemon Uiclu T derived sonic faint<br />
notion <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sanctity and beauty <strong>of</strong> wedded love from tlie<br />
glimpse he had <strong>of</strong> it that day.<br />
CHAPTER XXI.<br />
A STROLL THROUGH THE WOODS.<br />
THEJJE are hours, even on earth, <strong>of</strong> nearly perfect happiness.<br />
Such were those during which Ge<strong>or</strong>ge de Vedelles and his wife<br />
rode ami walked across <strong>the</strong> beautiful hills and through <strong>the</strong> woods<br />
which separated La Pinecle from Belbousquet: <strong>the</strong>ir hearts bad<br />
Iheir s<strong>or</strong>row at old Vincent's death, and were<br />
ij, en s<strong>of</strong>tened by<br />
prcpired to welcome happiuess in a spirit not <strong>of</strong> wild excitement,<br />
but <strong>of</strong> humble and peaceful joy. Every moment <strong>the</strong>y became<br />
m<strong>or</strong>e and m<strong>or</strong>e at ease with each o<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
Tin; deep solitude <strong>of</strong> those shady groves; <strong>the</strong> perfume which<br />
<strong>the</strong> thyme, trodden uuder <strong>the</strong> doukey's feet exhaled; <strong>the</strong> fitful<br />
play <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sunshine on <strong>the</strong> greeu sward, <strong>the</strong> hum <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wild<br />
Deemed to chime in with <strong>the</strong> glad thoughts which both<br />
were dwelling on during moments <strong>of</strong> silence which seemed to<br />
unite <strong>the</strong>ir souls even m<strong>or</strong>e closely than conversation. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
<strong>of</strong>ten thus remained without speaking, and it was not till <strong>the</strong>y<br />
made <strong>the</strong>ir mid day halt by <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> well Ge<strong>or</strong>ge had described,<br />
that <strong>the</strong>y talked much to one ano<strong>the</strong>r. <strong>The</strong>re, sitting on<br />
<strong>the</strong> moss, he told Rose <strong>the</strong> whole hist<strong>or</strong>y <strong>of</strong> his past life. He<br />
that recover-<br />
described to her all he had suffered from <strong>the</strong> day<br />
ing from what had appeared a hopeless illness he had begun to<br />
regain physical strength by slow degrees, and at <strong>the</strong> same time<br />
felt a deadly weight oppressing his mental faculties and his<br />
m<strong>or</strong>al energies to a degree which made exertion impossible, but<br />
at tlif same time left him in full possession <strong>of</strong> his imaginative<br />
, which seemed to thrive like wild flowers in a fallow soil.<br />
"Like those wild flowers," he said, "which run over <strong>the</strong> waste<br />
grounds <strong>of</strong> La Pinede, and which f<strong>or</strong> that reason I loved and<br />
pitied when"<br />
" When I said <strong>the</strong>y onght to be rooted out. Oh, Ge<strong>or</strong>ge, I<br />
hive learnt so much since <strong>the</strong>n. But go on, tell me all about<br />
n ; us. How many evenings, too, I spent gazing at <strong>the</strong> stars through<br />
t!ie quivering branches above my head; <strong>the</strong> sights and sounds <strong>of</strong><br />
nut are in those wild solitudes filled me with new thoughts, new<br />
emotions, new perceptions, and, 1 may say, new powers, f<strong>or</strong><br />
though<br />
I had lost <strong>the</strong> use <strong>of</strong> faculties which had been over-<br />
strained bef<strong>or</strong>e my illness, God seemed mercifully to make up f<strong>or</strong><br />
it by turning my mind in ano<strong>the</strong>r direction. I discovered that I<br />
possessed a talent I had, till <strong>the</strong>n, been unconscious <strong>of</strong>. I felt<br />
that I was meant to be a poet. But I could not speak to o<strong>the</strong>rs<br />
<strong>of</strong> this gift. A s<strong>or</strong>t <strong>of</strong> strange, wayward reserve took possession<br />
<strong>of</strong> my soul and made me averse to disclose what sometimes I<br />
feared was only a self-deception, a childish illusion. I dreaded<br />
my mo<strong>the</strong>r's questions, my fa<strong>the</strong>r's sc<strong>or</strong>n, my bro<strong>the</strong>r's ridicule.<br />
.Meanwhile, my devotion to poetry became so abs<strong>or</strong>bing that it<br />
made me silent, absent, and unsocial. I cared f<strong>or</strong> nothing but<br />
to be alone, to hold converse with nature, and drink and express<br />
in verse <strong>the</strong> strange new thoughts that filled my mind. When<br />
we left Valsec and came to live at La Pinede, I beheld <strong>the</strong> sea<br />
f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> first time. You cannot understand, Rose, you who have<br />
always lived on this coast, <strong>the</strong> emotion I felt at <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> that<br />
boundless expanse <strong>of</strong> deep blue, and <strong>the</strong> sparkling silvered waves<br />
breaking on <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>t sand, <strong>or</strong> dashing against <strong>the</strong> rocks <strong>the</strong>y<br />
me as if <strong>the</strong>y were singing hymns <strong>of</strong> joy and praise,<br />
u"times whispering wailing complaints, and I longed to<br />
give w<strong>or</strong>ds to that wild ;m seem nons<br />
"No. (rc<strong>or</strong> ;| very new lo me but l!<br />
ure to listen to what you say Oh, I uini<br />
!v in I hi: inoniinLT u<br />
upand down <strong>the</strong> sea.-;:'<br />
"That I was out <strong>of</strong> my mind; 1 know <strong>the</strong>y did !<br />
used to see children ana women too. running uway as if <strong>the</strong>y<br />
had seen a ghost: but I dm not care about it, I was si<br />
with my own dreams. Oh, how it used to vex me when my<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r complained <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> odious shingles on <strong>the</strong> beach, my<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wind and Jacques ol <strong>the</strong> sameness <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sea view.<br />
It was as if people had attacked a dear friend <strong>of</strong> mine. I found<br />
It m<strong>or</strong>e and m<strong>or</strong>e diilicu.t to converse with those who seemed lo<br />
think everything I said m<strong>or</strong>e <strong>or</strong> less foolish. Even my dear<br />
dear mo<strong>the</strong>r, tender and kind as she always was, spoke to me<br />
and <strong>of</strong> me as if I had been a weak and fanciful child,<br />
struggled to obtain f<strong>or</strong> her wayward son full liberty to lead, on<br />
account <strong>of</strong> his health, <strong>the</strong> life he pleased, but which she sup-<br />
posed to be. an utterly aimless one <strong>The</strong>y little knew how hard,<br />
in one sense, I w<strong>or</strong>ked during those hours <strong>of</strong> solitude IP<br />
student over his books, but as a. gardener who must have f<strong>or</strong> Ins<br />
helpers <strong>the</strong> spring showers, <strong>the</strong> summer sunshine It was a<br />
strange, lonely existence, but not quite an unhappy one till<br />
''<br />
Ge<strong>or</strong>ge stopped, and Rose pressed his<br />
voice :<br />
hand and said in a low<br />
"Go on, let me hear what you felt, what you hoped, and what<br />
you suffered from <strong>the</strong> Pinede.<br />
day you first saw Mademoiselle de la<br />
"<br />
"" Do you really wish me to open my heart to you entirely?"<br />
" Every c<strong>or</strong>ner and recess <strong>of</strong> it," Rose answered.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n he related to her <strong>the</strong> whole hist<strong>or</strong>y <strong>of</strong> Denise's first visit<br />
to La Pinede, <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> love at first sight which had taken |><br />
sion <strong>of</strong> his heart, <strong>of</strong> his hopes against hope that it would meet<br />
with a return; <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> days she had spent in his mo<strong>the</strong>r's sick room,<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> admiration and reverence with which he had watched her<br />
life <strong>of</strong> heroic perfection, and <strong>the</strong> enthusiasm which had made<br />
his love <strong>of</strong> her a w<strong>or</strong>ship; <strong>the</strong> despair he had felt at her retirement<br />
from <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ld, and <strong>the</strong> consequent despondency which<br />
had rendered him indifferent and listless to everything regarding<br />
his future fate. Here he paused, and ano<strong>the</strong>r pressure <strong>of</strong> Rose's<br />
hand made him again exclaim<br />
" Oh, I never understood how wrong it was to marry as I did ,<br />
how hard it was upon you; how easily we might both have<br />
tiiat lime <strong>of</strong> your life."<br />
'<br />
"<br />
Well, I got iuto <strong>the</strong> habit <strong>of</strong> taking long solitary walks; I<br />
never felt happy except when alone in <strong>the</strong> woods and <strong>the</strong> narrow been wretched f<strong>or</strong> life! No thanks to me, Rose,<br />
valleys round Valsec. I liked to remain whole days lying down<br />
on a mossy bank, listening to <strong>the</strong> noise <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wind amongst <strong>the</strong><br />
iir trees, and gazing on <strong>the</strong> magnificent outline <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Jura mount-<br />
if we are, on <strong>the</strong><br />
contrary, so much "<br />
happier than I deserve!<br />
"No thanks to ei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> us, Ge<strong>or</strong>ge. Thanks to God's great<br />
goodness to us. But tell mo, when did you change? When did<br />
you begin, to feel that you could care about me? I have told you,<br />
sir, how I surprised your secrets, how I read what you \\<br />
how 1 heard from Toinette and Benoite that you were good and<br />
"<br />
clever, and <strong>the</strong>n began<br />
" "<br />
To love me? Ge-<strong>or</strong>ge said, in a low voice.<br />
Rose did not repeat <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ds, but she hid her face with her<br />
hands and tears trickled down through her slender fingers, which<br />
he tenderly kissed away.<br />
And <strong>the</strong>n he told her <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> promise he had made to Denfse in<br />
a thoughtless hour and <strong>the</strong> use she made <strong>of</strong> it. He related to<br />
her <strong>the</strong> way in which she had stopped his departure, and pointed<br />
out to him <strong>the</strong> fault he had been on <strong>the</strong> point <strong>of</strong> committing.<br />
He said that even during <strong>the</strong> days <strong>of</strong> Belbousquet, he had<br />
sometimes touched by Rose's patient endurance <strong>of</strong> his hateful<br />
conduct, which, he now saw in its true light, but that he had<br />
hardened his heart by a s<strong>or</strong>t <strong>of</strong> perverse obstinacy, and per<br />
in his rash resolution.<br />
"But, "he continued, "when she told me you must f<strong>or</strong>give<br />
her f<strong>or</strong> it, Rose, that you were beginning to love your un-<br />
w<strong>or</strong>thy and ungracious husband. I, too, began, my little dnrlinir,<br />
to see what a madman I was to run away from one whom d<br />
had given me f<strong>or</strong> my own ; and when I found you at La Pinede,<br />
when- you had been a ministering angel to my po<strong>or</strong> old Vincent,<br />
when I saw you in that room where I had suffered so much ;