took the same road as the preceding evening, passed the monastic-looking building that held Madame de Tecle, glanced at the old
rrounding of fields sloping away, green as emerald, dotted here and there with great bouquets of trees, or cut by walks adorned with huge roses or white bridges thrown over rivulets. Cattle and sheep were resting here and there, which might have figured at the Opera
nto a vestibule. Thence he entered a charming apartment, where a young la
of the opening door, a
cl
oubt, she looked fixedly at him with her large eyes
but I inquired for M
t will soon return. Be
herself, pushing away with her foot
nsieur des Rameures may I have the
me de Tecle's brown but charming face.
ted to find an elderly-a-person-that is, a respectable" h
ed completely unmove
r," she said, "to let me know who
nsieur d
saw this morning. We have been very rude-my daughter and I-but we w
your daughter and yourself wil
Then there was a pause long enough to embarrass Camors, during which his eye fell upon the piano, and his lips almost formed the original
sieur de Camors?" Madame
General de Campvallon, who has also the honor, I believe, to b
you have done so; and w
ral
, Madame." There
eet my uncle. We are almost sure to meet him." Camors bowed. Madame de Tecle rose and rang the bell:
the steady, frank look of an inquisitive child, bowed slightly
of Camors, walked on with a light and rapid step, her fairy-like litt
e and by Camors. Until now the child had been very quiet, but the rich golden corn-tassels, entangled with bright daisies, red poppies, and hollyhocks, and the humming concert of myriads of flies- blue, yellow, and reddishbrownwhich sported amid the sweets, excited her beyond self-control. Stopping here and there to pluck a flower, she would turn and cry, "Pardon, Mons
n the midst of the
ish for the apple, turned an imploring eye to Camors and said, softl
stretch out his hand, and det
glory to her bouquet, she placed the whole inside the ribbon
ooking at them over the fence and shading his eyes with his hand. His robust limbs were clad in gaiters of yellow leather with steel buttons, and he wore a loose coat of
ucing the young Count by a wave of th
, as he continued: "I knew your mother intimately, and am charmed to have her son under my roof. Your mother was a most amiable person, Monsieur, and certa
ad told the Count it would be impolite to break suddenly to M. des Rameures the plan they had concocted. The latter, the
d you know this, Elise? Ca
maids, are deeply interested in
General! Can it
ews himself. Do you know th
d'Estrelles is my cou
ht; and she is o
bout twen
intelligence with one of the r
etion, whether she is endow
ngly beautiful,
his own affairs. Elise, my dear, whenever you are ready we will follow you. Pardon me, Monsieur le Comte, for receiving you in this rustic attire, but
Babylon to install yourself among your rural possessions? It will be a good example, Mo
ullus
qualent abducti
-e
the rest-poor memory! Ah, young si
dum falces confl
ntinuing the br
with them. And Virgil is my poet. Not that I approve of all his theories of cultivation. With all the respect I accord him, there is a great deal to be said on that point; and his plan of breeding in particular will never do-never do! Still, he is delicious, eh? Very well, Monsieur Camors, now you see my l
nex, hic inte
ros frigus ca
his a
ille deos qui
Silvanumq
d moving his head slightly in the direction of Ma
at is pure truth!" crie
hear that
, un
u understan
unc
n laughed heartily. "Do not believe her, Monsieur de Camors; wome
eau, where they sat down on a bench before
d then discreetly retired, flattering himself that his introduction had made a favorable impressi
s in
g; but he still resembles his father, who was vicious as sin itself. His eyes and his smile recall some traits of his admirable mot
ys so,
t rumor
nd always exaggerates. For my part, I like the youn
se he compared you to
me a word in French that was not in good taste. Before we condemn him, uncle, let
reeable odor of Paris! He is too polite-too studied! Not a shadow of enthusiasm-no fire of youth! He nev
ng his father in such a tragic manner, and he him
other, whom you resemble. Ah, 'tis thus we end all our disputes, naughty child! I grumble; I am passionate; I act like a Tartar. Then you speak with your good sense and sweetness, my da
es fleurs l'ab
miel de tou