Part 36 (1/2)

”One of the men was a fat farmer in a long blouse, with a jovial, red face, framed in white whiskers. The other was younger, was dressed in corduroy and had lean, yellow, cross-grained features. Each of them carried a gun slung over his shoulder. Between them was a short, slender young woman, in a brown cloak and a fur cap, whose rather thin and extremely pale face was surprisingly delicate and distinguished-looking.

”'Father, son and daughter-in-law,' whispered my cousin.

”'What! Can that charming creature be the wife of that clod-hopper?'

”'And the daughter-in-law of Baron de Gorne.'

”'Is the old fellow over there a baron?'

”'Yes, descended from a very ancient, n.o.ble family which used to own the chateau in the old days. He has always lived like a peasant: a great hunter, a great drinker, a great litigant, always at law with somebody, now very nearly ruined. His son Mathias was more ambitious and less attached to the soil and studied for the bar. Then he went to America. Next, the lack of money brought him back to the village, whereupon he fell in love with a young girl in the nearest town. The poor girl consented, no one knows why, to marry him; and for five years past she has been leading the life of a hermit, or rather of a prisoner, in a little manor-house close by, the Manoir-au-Puits, the Well Manor.'

”'With the father and the son?' I asked.

”'No, the father lives at the far end of the village, on a lonely farm.'

”'And is Master Mathias jealous?'

”'A perfect tiger!'

”'Without reason?'

”'Without reason, for Natalie de Gorne is the straightest woman in the world and it is not her fault if a handsome young man has been hanging around the manor-house for the past few months. However, the de Gornes can't get over it.'

”'What, the father neither?'

”'The handsome young man is the last descendant of the people who bought the chateau long ago. This explains old de Gorne's hatred. Jerome Vignal--I know him and am very fond of him--is a good-looking fellow and very well off; and he has sworn to run off with Natalie de Gorne. It's the old man who says so, whenever he has had a drop too much. There, listen!'

”The old chap was sitting among a group of men who were amusing themselves by making him drink and plying him with questions. He was already a little bit 'on' and was holding forth with a tone of indignation and a mocking smile which formed the most comic contrast:

”'He's wasting his time, I tell you, the c.o.xcomb! It's no manner of use his poaching round our way and making sheep's-eyes at the wench.... The coverts are watched! If he comes too near, it means a bullet, eh, Mathias?'

”He gripped his daughter-in-law's hand:

”'And then the little wench knows how to defend herself too,' he chuckled.

'Eh, you don't want any admirers, do you Natalie?'

”The young wife blushed, in her confusion at being addressed in these terms, while her husband growled:

”'You'd do better to hold your tongue, father. There are things one doesn't talk about in public.'

”'Things that affect one's honour are best settled in public,' retorted the old one. 'Where I'm concerned, the honour of the de Gornes comes before everything; and that fine spark, with his Paris airs, sha'n't....'

”He stopped short. Before him stood a man who had just come in and who seemed to be waiting for him to finish his sentence. The newcomer was a tall, powerfully-built young fellow, in riding-kit, with a hunting-crop in his hand. His strong and rather stern face was lighted up by a pair of fine eyes in which shone an ironical smile.

”'Jerome Vignal,' whispered my cousin.

”The young man seemed not at all embarra.s.sed. On seeing Natalie, he made a low bow; and, when Mathias de Gorne took a step forward, he eyed him from head to foot, as though to say:

”'Well, what about it?'