sons of the soil-第36章

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Pechina。〃



〃How　do　you　fight　if　you　call　that　playing？〃　cried　Blondet。



Nicolas　gave　him　a　murderous　look。



〃Speak！〃　said　Catherine；　gripping　La　Pechina　by　the　forearm　and

leaving　a　blue　bracelet　on　the　flesh。　〃Were　not　we　amusing　ourselves？〃



〃Yes；　madame；　we　were　amusing　ourselves；〃　said　the　child；　exhausted　by

her　display　of　strength；　and　now　breaking　down　as　though　she　were

about　to　faint。



〃You　hear　what　she　says；　madame；〃　said　Catherine；　boldly；　giving　the

countess　one　of　those　looks　which　women　give　each　other　like　dagger

thrusts。



She　took　her　brother's　arm；　and　the　pair　walked　off；　not　mistaking　the

opinion　they　left　behind　them　in　the　minds　of　the　three　persons　who

had　interrupted　the　scene。　Nicolas　twice　looked　back；　and　twice

encountered　Blondet's　gaze。　The　journalist　continued　to　watch　the　tall

scoundrel；　who　was　broad　in　the　shoulders；　healthy　and　vigorous　in

complexion；　with　black　hair　curling　tightly；　and　whose　rather　soft

face　showed　upon　its　lips　and　around　the　mouth　certain　lines　which

reveal　the　peculiar　cruelty　that　characterizes　sluggards　and

voluptaries。　Catherine　swung　her　petticoat；　striped　blue　and　white；

with　an　air　of　insolent　coquetry。



〃Cain　and　his　wife！〃　said　Blondet　to　the　abbe。



〃You　are　nearer　the　truth　than　you　know；〃　replied　the　priest。



〃Ah！　Monsieur　le　cure；　what　will　they　do　to　me？〃　said　La　Pechina；　when

the　brother　and　sister　were　out　of　sight。



The　countess；　as　white　as　her　handkerchief；　was　so　overcome　that　she

heard　neither　Blondet　nor　the　abbe　nor　La　Pechina。



〃It　is　enough　to　drive　one　from　this　terrestrial　paradise；〃　she　said

at　last。　〃But　the　first　thing　of　all　is　to　save　that　child　from　their

claws。〃



〃You　are　right；〃　said　Blondet　in　a　low　voice。　〃That　child　is　a　poem；　a

living　poem。〃



Just　then　the　Montenegrin　girl　was　in　a　state　where　soul　and　body

smoke；　as　it　were；　after　the　conflagration　of　an　anger　which　has

driven　all　forces；　physical　and　intellectual；　to　their　utmost　tension。

It　is　an　unspeakable　and　supreme　splendor；　which　reveals　itself　only

under　the　pressure　of　some　frenzy；　be　it　resistance　or　victory；　love

or　martyrdom。　She　had　left　home　in　a　dress　with　alternate　lines　of

brown　and　yellow；　and　a　collarette　which　she　pleated　herself　by　rising

before　daylight；　and　she　had　not　yet　noticed　the　condition　of　her　gown

soiled　by　her　struggle　on　the　grass；　and　her　collar　torn　in

Catherine's　grasp。　Feeling　her　hair　hanging　loose；　she　looked　about

her　for　a　comb。　At　this　moment　Michaud；　also　attracted　by　the　screams；

came　upon　the　scene。　Seeing　her　god；　La　Pechina　recovered　her　full

strength。　〃Monsieur　Michaud；〃　she　cried；　〃he　did　not　even　touch　me！〃



The　cry；　the　look；　the　action　of　the　girl　were　an　eloquent　commentary；

and　told　more　to　Blondet　and　the　abbe　than　Madame　Michaud　had　told　the

countess　about　the　passion　of　that　strange　nature　for　the　bailiff；　who

was　utterly　unconscious　of　it。



〃The　scoundrel！〃　cried　Michaud。



Then；　with　an　involuntary　and　impotent　gesture；　such　as　mad　men　and

wise　men　can　both　be　forced　into　giving；　he　shook　his　fist　in　the

direction　in　which　he　had　caught　sight　of　Nicolas　disappearing　with

his　sister。



〃Then　you　were　not　playing？〃　said　the　abbe　with　a　searching　look　at　La

Pechina。



〃Don't　fret　her；〃　interposed　the　countess；　〃let　us　return　to　the

pavilion。〃



Genevieve；　though　quite　exhausted；　found　strength　under　Michaud's　eyes

to　walk。　The　countess　followed　the　bailiff　through　one　of　the　by…paths

known　to　keepers　and　poachers　where　only　two　can　go　abreast；　and　which

led　to　the　gate　of　the　Avonne。



〃Michaud；〃　said　the　countess　when　they　reached　the　depth　of　the　wood；

〃We　must　find　some　way　of　ridding　the　neighborhood　of　such　vile

people；　that　child　is　actually　in　danger　of　death。〃



〃In　the　first　place；〃　replied　Michaud；　〃Genevieve　shall　not　leave　the

pavilion。　My　wife　will　be　glad　to　take　the　nephew　of　Vatel；　who　has

the　care　of　the　park　roads；　into　the　house。　With　Gounod　（that　is　his

name）　and　old　Cornevin；　my　wife's　foster…father；　always　at　hand；　La

Pechina　need　never　go　out　without　a　protector。〃



〃I　will　tell　Monsieur　to　make　up　this　extra　expense　to　you；〃　said　the

countess。　〃But　this　does　not　rid　us　of　that　Nicolas。　How　can　we　manage

that？〃



〃The　means　are　easy　and　right　at　hand；〃　answered　Michaud。　〃Nicolas　is

to　appear　very　soon　before　the　court　of　appeals　on　the　draft。　The

general；　instead　of　asking　for　his　release；　as　the　Tonsards　expect；

has　only　to　advise　his　being　sent　to　the　army〃



〃If　necessary；　I　will　go　myself；〃　said　the　countess；　〃and　see　my

cousin；　de　Casteran；　the　prefect。　But　until　then；　I　tremble　for　that

child〃



The　words　were　said　at　the　end　of　the　path　close　to　the　open　space　by

the　bridge。　As　they　reached　the　edge　of　the　bank　the　countess　gave　a

cry；　Michaud　advanced　to　help　her；　thinking　she　had　struck　her　foot

against　a　stone；　but　he　shuddered　at　the　sight　that　met　his　eyes。



Marie　Tonsard　and　Bonnebault；　seated　below　the　bank；　seemed　to　be

conversing；　but　were　no　doubt　hiding　there　to　hear　what　passed。

Evidently　they　had　left　the　wood　as　the　party　advanced　towards　them。



Bonnebault；　a　tall；　wiry　fellow；　had　lately　returned　to　Conches　after

six　years'　service　in　the　cavalry；　with　a　permanent　discharge　due　to

his　evil　conduct；his　example　being　likely　to　ruin　better　men。　He

wore　moustachios　and　a　small　chin…tuft；　a　peculiarity　which；　joined　to

his　military　carriage；　made　him　the　reigning　fancy　of　all　the　girls　in

the　valley。　His　hair；　in　common　with　that　of　other　soldiers；　was　cut

very　short　behind；　but　he　frizzed　it　on　the　top　of　his　head；　brushing

up　the　ends　with　a　dandy　air；　on　it　his　foraging　cap　was　jauntily

tilted　to　one　side。　Compared　to　the　peasants；　who　were　mostly　in　rags；

like　Mouche　and　Fourchon；　he　seemed　gorgeous　in　his　linen　trousers；

boots；　and　short　waistcoat。　These　articles；　bought　at　the　time　of　his

liberation；　were；　it　is　true；　somewhat　the　worse　for　a　life　in　the

fields；　but　this　village　cock…of…the…walk　had　others　in　reserve　for

balls　and　holidays。　He　lived；　it　must　be　said；　on　the　gifts　of　his

female　friends；　which；　liberal　as　they　were；　hardly　sufficed　for　the

libations；　the　dissipations；　and　the　squanderings　of　all　kinds　which

resulted　from　his　intimacy　with　the　Cafe　de　la　Paix。



Cowardice　is　like　courage；　of　both　there　are　various　kinds。　Bonnebault

would　have　fought　like　a　brave　soldier；　but　he　was　weak　in　presence　of

his　vices　and　his　desires。　Lazy　as　a　lizard；　that　is　to　say；　active

only　when　it　suited　him；　without　the　slightest　decency；　arrogant　and

base；　able　for　much　but　neglectful　of　all；　the　sole　pleasure　of　this

〃breaker　of　hearts　and　plates；〃　to　use　a　barrack　term；　was　to　do　evil

or　inflict　damage。　Such　a　nature　does　as　much　harm　in　rural

communities　as　it　does　in　a　regiment。　Bonnebault；　like　Tonsard　and

like　Fourchon；　desired　to　live　well　and　do　nothing；　and　he　had　his

plans　laid。　Making　the　most　of　his　gallant　appearance　with　increasing

success；　and　of　his　talents　for　billiards　with　alternate　loss　and

gain；　he　flattered　himself　that　the　day　would　come　when　he　could　marry

Mademoiselle　Aglae　Socquard；　only　daughter　of　the　proprietor　of　the

Cafe　de　la　Paix；　a　resort　which　was　to　Soulanges　what；　relatively

speaking；　Ranelagh　is　to　the　Bois　de　Boulogne。　To　get　into　the

business　of　tavern…keeping；　to　manage　the　public　balls；　what　a　fine

career　for　the　marshal's　baton　of　a　ne'er…do…well！　These　morals；　this

life；　this　nature；　were　so　plainly　stamped　upon　the　face　of　the　low…

lived　profligate　that　the　countess　was　betrayed　into　an　exclamation

when　she　beheld　the　pair；　for　they　gave　her　the　sensation　of　beholding

snakes。



Marie；　desperately　in　love　with　Bonnebault；　would　have　robbed　for　his

benefit。　Those　moustachios；　the　swaggering　gait　of　a　trooper；　the

fellow's　smart　clothes；　all　went　to　her　heart　as　the　manners　and

charms　of　a　de　Marsay　touch　that　of　a　pretty　Parisian。　Each　social

sphere　has　its　own　standard　of　distinction。　The　jealous　Marie　rebuffed

Amaury　Lupin；　the　other　dandy　of　the　little　town；　her　mind　being　made

up　to　become　Madame　Bonnebault。



〃Hey！　you　there；　hi！　come　on！〃　cried　Nicolas　and　Catherine　from　afar；

catching　sight　of　Marie　and　Bonnebault。



The　sharp　call　echoed　through　the　woods　like　the　cry　of　savages。



Seeing　the　pair　at　his　feet；　Michaud　shuddered　and　deeply　repented

having　spoken。　If　Bonnebault　and　Marie　Tonsard　had　overheard　the

conversation；　nothing　but　harm　could　come　of　it。　This　event；

insignificant　as　it　seems；　was　destined；　in　the　irritated　state　of

feeling　then　existing　between　Les　Aigues　and　the　peasantry；　to　have　a

decisive　influence　on　the　fate　of　all；just　as　victory　or　defeat　in

battle　sometimes　depends　upon　a　brook　which　shepherds　jump　while

cannon　are　unable　to　pass　it。



Gallantly　bowing　to　the　countess；　Bonnebault　passed　Marie's　arm

through　his　own　with　a　conquering　air　and　took　himself　off

triumphantly。



〃The　King　of　Hearts　of　the　valley；〃　muttered　Michaud　to　the　countess。

〃A　dangerous　man。　When　he　loses　twenty　francs　at　billiards　he　would

murder　Rigou　to　get　them　back。　He　loves　a　crime　as　he　does　a

pleasure。〃



〃I　have　seen　enough　for　to…day；　take　me　home；　gentlemen；〃　murmured　the

countess；　putting　her　hand　on　Emile's　arm。



She　bowed　sadly　to　Madame　Michaud；　after　watching　La　Pechina　safely

back　to　the　pavilion。　Olympe's　depression　was　transferred　to　her

mistress。



〃Ah；　madame；〃　said　the　abbe；　as　they　continued　their　way；　〃can　it　be

that　the　difficulty　of　doing　good　is　about　to　deter　you？　For　the　last

five　years　I　have　slept　on　a　pallet　in　a　parsonage　which　has　no

furniture；　I　say　mass　in　a　church　without　believers；　I　preach　to　no

hearers；　I　minister　without　fees　or　salary；　I　live　on　the　six　hundred

francs　the　law　allows　me；　asking　nothing　of　my　bishop；　and　I　give　the

third　of　that　in　charity。　Still；　I　am　not　hopeless。　If　you　knew　what

my　winters　are　in　this　place　you　would　understand　the　strength　of

those　words；I　am　not　hopeless。　I　keep　myself　warm　with　the　belief

that　we　can　save　this　valley　and　bring　it　back　to　God。　No　matter　for

ourselves；　madame；　think　of　the　future！　If　it　is　our　duty　to　say　to

the　poor；　'Learn　how　to　be　poor；　that　is；　how　to　work；　to　endure；　to

strive；'　it　is　equally　our　duty　to　say　to　the　rich；　'Learn　your　duty

as　prosperous　men；'that　is　to　say；　'Be　wise；　be　intelligent　in　your

benevolence；　pious　and　virtuous　in　the　place　to　which　God　has　called

you。'　Ah！　madame；　you　are　only　the　steward　of　Him　who　grants　you

wealth；　if　you　do　not　obey　His　behests　you　will　never　transmit　to　your

children　the　prosperity　He　gives　you。　You　will　rob　your　posterity。　If

you　follow　in　the　steps　of　that　poor　singer's　selfishness；　which

caused　the　evils　that　now　terrify　us；　you　will　bring　back　the

scaffolds　on　which　your　fathers　died　for　the　faults