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Quick step! march! if we +want to<br> + be in time to dine with the others. Jump, marquis! there, +that's<br> + right! why, you can skip across a stubble-field like a +deer!"</p> + +<p>These words were said by a huntsman peacefully seated at the +edge of<br> + the forest of Ile-Adam, who was finishing an Havana cigar +while<br> + waiting for his companion, who had lost his way in the +tangled<br> + underbrush of the wood. At his side four panting dogs were +watching,<br> + as he did, the personage he addressed. To understand how +sarcastic<br> + were these exhortations, repeated at intervals, we should state +that<br> + the approaching huntsman was a stout little man whose +protuberant<br> + stomach was the evidence of a truly ministerial "embonpoint." He +was<br> + struggling painfully across the furrows of a vast wheat-field +recently<br> + harvested, the stubble of which considerably impeded him; while +to add<br> + to his other miseries the sun's rays, striking obliquely on his +face,<br> + collected an abundance of drops of perspiration. Absorbed in +the<br> + effort to maintain his equilibrium, he leaned, now forward, now +back,<br> + in close imitation of the pitching of a carriage when +violently<br> + jolted. The weather looked threatening. Though several spaces of +blue<br> + sky still parted the thick black clouds toward the horizon, a +flock of<br> + fleecy vapors were advancing with great rapidity and drawing a +light<br> + gray curtain from east to west. As the wind was acting only on +the<br> + upper region of the air, the atmosphere below it pressed down +the hot<br> + vapors of the earth. Surrounded by masses of tall trees, the +valley<br> + through which the hunter struggled felt like a furnace. Parched +and<br> + silent, the forest seemed thirsty. The birds, even the insects, +were<br> + voiceless; the tree-tops scarcely waved. Those persons who may +still<br> + remember the summer of 1819 can imagine the woes of the poor +deputy,<br> + who was struggling along, drenched in sweat, to regain his +mocking<br> + friend. The latter, while smoking his cigar, had calculated from +the<br> + position of the sun that it must be about five in the +afternoon.</p> + +<p><br> + "Where the devil are we?" said the stout huntsman, mopping +his<br> + forehead and leaning against the trunk of a tree nearly opposite +to<br> + his companion, for he felt unequal to the effort of leaping the +ditch<br> + between them.</p> + +<p>"That's for me to ask you," said the other, laughing, as he +lay among<br> + the tall brown brake which crowned the bank. Then, throwing the +end of<br> + his cigar into the ditch, he cried out vehemently: "I swear by +Saint<br> + Hubert that never again will I trust myself in unknown territory +with<br> + a statesman, though he be, like you, my dear d'Albon, a college +mate."</p> + +<p>"But, Philippe, have you forgotten your French? Or have you +left your<br> + wits in Siberia?" replied the stout man, casting a sorrowfully +comic<br> + look at a sign-post about a hundred feet away.</p> + +<p>"True, true," cried Philippe, seizing his gun and springing +with a<br> + bound into the field and thence to the post. "This way, d'Albon, +this<br> + way," he called back to his friend, pointing to a broad paved +path and<br> + reading aloud the sign: "'From Baillet to Ile-Adam.' We +shall<br> + certainly find the path to Cassan, which must branch from this +one<br> + between here and Ile-Adam."</p> + +<p>"You are right, colonel," said Monsieur d'Albon, replacing +upon his<br> + head the cap with which he had been fanning himself.</p> + +<p>"Forward then, my respectable privy councillor," replied +Colonel<br> + Philippe, whistling to the dogs, who seemed more willing to obey +him<br> + than the public functionary to whom they belonged.</p> + +<p>"Are you aware, marquis," said the jeering soldier, "that we +still<br> + have six miles to go? That village over there must be +Baillet."</p> + +<p>"Good heavens!" cried the marquis, "go to Cassan if you must, +but<br> + you'll go alone. I prefer to stay here, in spite of the coming +storm,<br> + and wait for the horse you can send me from the chateau. You've +played<br> + me a trick, Sucy. We were to have had a nice little hunt not far +from<br> + Cassan, and beaten the coverts I know. Instead of that, you have +kept<br> + me running like a hare since four o'clock this morning, and all +I've<br> + had for breakfast is a cup of milk. Now, if you ever have a +petition<br> + before the Court, I'll make you lose it, however just your +claim."</p> + +<p>The poor discouraged huntsman sat down on a stone that +supported the<br> + signpost, relieved himself of his gun and his gamebag, and +heaved a<br> + long sigh.</p> + +<p>"France! such are thy deputies!" exclaimed Colonel de Sucy, +laughing.<br> + "Ah! my poor d'Albon, if you had been like me six years in the +wilds<br> + of Siberia--"</p> + +<p>He said no more, but he raised his eyes to heaven as if that +anguish<br> + were between himself and God.</p> + +<p>"Come, march on!" he added. "If you sit still you are +lost."</p> + +<p>"How can I, Philippe? It is an old magisterial habit to sit +still. On<br> + my honor! I'm tired out-- If I had only killed a hare!"</p> + +<p>The two men presented a rather rare contrast: the public +functionary<br> + was forty-two years of age and seemed no more than thirty, +whereas the<br> + soldier was thirty, and seemed forty at the least. Both wore the +red<br> + rosette of the officers of the Legion of honor. A few spare +locks of<br> + black hair mixed with white, like the wing of a magpie, escaped +from<br> + the colonel's cap, while handsome brown curls adorned the brow +of the<br> + statesman. One was tall, gallant, high-strung, and the lines of +his<br> + pallid face showed terrible passions or frightful griefs. The +other<br> + had a face that was brilliant with health, and jovially worth of +an<br> + epicurean. Both were deeply sun-burned, and their high gaiters +of<br> + tanned leather showed signs of the bogs and the thickets they +had just<br> + come through.</p> + +<p>"Come," said Monsieur de Sucy, "let us get on. A short hour's +march,<br> + and we shall reach Cassan in time for a good dinner."</p> + +<p>"It is easy to see you have never loved," replied the +councillor, with<br> + a look that was pitifully comic; "you are as relentless as +article 304<br> + of the penal code."</p> + +<p>Philippe de Sucy quivered; his broad brow contracted; his face +became<br> + as sombre as the skies above them. Some memory of awful +bitterness<br> + distorted for a moment his features, but he said nothing. Like +all<br> + strong men, he drove down his emotions to the depths of his +heart;<br> + thinking perhaps, as simple characters are apt to think, that +there<br> + was something immodest in unveiling griefs when human language +cannot<br> + render their depths and may only rouse the mockery of those who +do not<br> + comprehend them. Monsieur d'Albon had one of those delicate +natures<br> + which divine sorrows, and are instantly sympathetic to the +emotion<br> + they have involuntarily aroused. He respected his friend's +silence,<br> + rose, forgot his fatigue, and followed him silently, grieved to +have<br> + touched a wound that was evidently not healed.</p> + +<p>"Some day, my friend," said Philippe, pressing his hand, and +thanking<br> + him for his mute repentance by a heart-rending look, "I will +relate to<br> + you my life. To-day I cannot."</p> + +<p>They continued their way in silence. When the colonel's pain +seemed<br> + soothed, the marquis resumed his fatigue; and with the instinct, +or<br> + rather the will, of a wearied man his eye took in the very +depths of<br> + the forest; he questioned the tree-tops and examined the +branching<br> + paths, hoping to discover some dwelling where he could ask<br> + hospitality. Arriving at a cross-ways, he thought he noticed a +slight<br> + smoke rising among the trees; he stopped, looked more +attentively, and<br> + saw, in the midst of a vast copse, the dark-green branches of +several<br> + pine-trees.</p> + +<p>"A house! a house!" he cried, with the joy the sailor feels in +crying<br> + "Land!"</p> + +<p>Then he sprang quickly into the copse, and the colonel, who +had fallen<br> + into a deep reverie, followed him mechanically.</p> + +<p>"I'd rather get an omelet, some cottage bread, and a chair +here," he<br> + said, "than go to Cassan for sofas, truffles, and Bordeaux."</p> + +<p>These words were an exclamation of enthusiasm, elicited from +the<br> + councillor on catching sight of a wall, the white towers of +which<br> + glimmered in the distance through the brown masses of the tree +trunks.</p> + +<p>"Ha! ha! this looks to me as if it had once been a priory," +cried the<br> + marquis, as they reached a very old and blackened gate, through +which<br> + they could see, in the midst of a large park, a building +constructed<br> + in the style of the monasteries of old. "How those rascals the +monks<br> + knew how to choose their sites!"</p> + +<p>This last exclamation was an expression of surprise and +pleasure at<br> + the poetical hermitage which met his eyes. The house stood on +the<br> + slope of the mountain, at the summit of which is the village +of<br> + Nerville. The great centennial oaks of the forest which +encircled the<br> + dwelling made the place an absolute solitude. The main +building,<br> + formerly occupied by the monks, faced south. The park seemed to +have<br> + about forty acres. Near the house lay a succession of green +meadows,<br> + charmingly crossed by several clear rivulets, with here and +there a<br> + piece of water naturally placed without the least apparent +artifice.<br> + Trees of elegant shape and varied foliage were distributed +about.<br> + Grottos, cleverly managed, and massive terraces with dilapidated +steps<br> + and rusty railings, gave a peculiar character to this lone +retreat.<br> + Art had harmonized her constructions with the picturesque +effects of<br> + nature. Human passions seemed to die at the feet of those great +trees,<br> + which guarded this asylum from the tumult of the world as they +shaded<br> + it from the fires of the sun.</p> + +<p><br> + "How desolate!" thought Monsieur d'Albon, observing the +sombre<br> + expression which the ancient building gave to the landscape, +gloomy as<br> + though a curse were on it. It seemed a fatal spot deserted by +man. Ivy<br> + had stretched its tortuous muscles, covered by its rich green +mantle,<br> + everywhere. Brown or green, red or yellow mosses and lichen +spread<br> + their romantic tints on trees and seats and roofs and stones. +The<br> + crumbling window-casings were hollowed by rain, defaced by time; +the<br> + balconies were broken, the terraces demolished. Some of the +outside<br> + shutters hung from a single hinge. The rotten doors seemed +quite<br> + unable to resist an assailant. Covered with shining tufts of<br> + mistletoe, the branches of the neglected fruit-trees gave no +sign of<br> + fruit. Grass grew in the paths. Such ruin and desolation cast a +weird<br> + poesy on the scene, filling the souls of the spectators with +dreamy<br> + thoughts. A poet would have stood there long, plunged in a +melancholy<br> + reverie, admiring this disorder so full of harmony, this +destruction<br> + which was not without its grace. Suddenly, the brown tiles +shone, the<br> + mosses glittered, fantastic shadows danced upon the meadows +and<br> + beneath the trees; fading colors revived; striking contrasts<br> + developed, the foliage of the trees and shrubs defined itself +more<br> + clearly in the light. Then--the light went out. The landscape +seemed<br> + to have spoken, and now was silent, returning to its gloom, or +rather<br> + to the soft sad tones of an autumnal twilight.</p> + +<p>"It is the palace of the Sleeping Beauty," said the marquis, +beginning<br> + to view the house with the eyes of a land owner. "I wonder to +whom it<br> + belongs! He must be a stupid fellow not to live in such an +exquisite<br> + spot."</p> + +<p>At that instant a woman sprang from beneath a chestnut-tree +standing<br> + to the right of the gate, and, without making any noise, passed +before<br> + the marquis as rapidly as the shadow of a cloud. This vision +made him<br> + mute with surprise.</p> + +<p>"Why, Albon, what's the matter?" asked the colonel.</p> + +<p>"I am rubbing my eyes to know if I am asleep or awake," +replied the<br> + marquis, with his face close to the iron rails as he tried to +get<br> + another sight of the phantom.</p> + +<p>"She must be beneath that fig-tree," he said, pointing to the +foliage<br> + of a tree which rose above the wall to the left of the gate.</p> + +<p>"She! who?"</p> + +<p>"How can I tell?" replied Monsieur d'Albon. "A strange woman +rose up<br> + there, just before me," he said in a low voice; "she seemed to +come<br> + from the world of shades rather than from the land of the +living. She<br> + is so slender, so light, so filmy, she must be diaphanous. Her +face<br> + was as white as milk; her eyes, her clothes, her hair jet black. +She<br> + looked at me as she flitted by, and though I may say I'm no +coward,<br> + that cold immovable look froze the blood in my veins."</p> + +<p>"Is she pretty?" asked Philippe.</p> + +<p>"I don't know. I could see nothing but the eyes in that +face."</p> + +<p>"Well, let the dinner at Cassan go to the devil!" cried the +colonel.<br> + "Suppose we stay here. I have a sudden childish desire to enter +that<br> + singular house. Do you see those window-frames painted red, and +the<br> + red lines on the doors and shutters? Doesn't the place look to +you as<br> + if it belonged to the devil?--perhaps he inherited it from the +monks.<br> + Come, let us pursue the black and white lady--forward, march!" +cried<br> + Philippe, with forced gaiety.</p> + +<p>At that instant the two huntsmen heard a cry that was +something like<br> + that of a mouse caught in a trap. They listened. The rustle of a +few<br> + shrubs sounded in the silence like the murmur of a breaking +wave. In<br> + vain they listened for other sounds; the earth was dumb, and +kept the<br> + secret of those light steps, if, indeed, the unknown woman moved +at<br> + all.</p> + +<p>"It is very singular!" said Philippe, as they skirted the park +wall.</p> + +<p>The two friends presently reached a path in the forest which +led to<br> + the village of Chauvry. After following this path some way +toward the<br> + main road to Paris, they came to another iron gate which led to +the<br> + principal facade of the mysterious dwelling. On this side +the<br> + dilapidation and disorder of the premises had reached their +height.<br> + Immense cracks furrowed the walls of the house, which was built +on<br> + three sides of a square. Fragments of tiles and slates lying on +the<br> + ground, and the dilapidated condition of the roofs, were +evidence of a<br> + total want of care on the part of the owners. The fruit had +fallen<br> + from the trees and lay rotting on the ground; a cow was feeding +on the<br> + lawn and treading down the flowers in the borders, while a +goat<br> + browsed on the shoots of the vines and munched the unripe +grapes.</p> + +<p>"Here all is harmony; the devastation seems organized," said +the<br> + colonel, pulling the chain of a bell; but the bell was without +a<br> + clapper.</p> + +<p>The huntsmen heard nothing but the curiously sharp noise of a +rusty<br> + spring. Though very dilapidated, a little door made in the wall +beside<br> + the iron gates resisted all their efforts to open it.</p> + +<p>"Well, well, this is getting to be exciting," said de Sucy to +his<br> + companion.</p> + +<p>"If I were not a magistrate," replied Monsieur d'Albon, "I +should<br> + think that woman was a witch."</p> + +<p>As he said the words, the cow came to the iron gate and pushed +her<br> + warm muzzle towards them, as if she felt the need of seeing +human<br> + beings. Then a woman, if that name could be applied to the +indefinable<br> + being who suddenly issued from a clump of bushes, pulled away +the cow<br> + by its rope. This woman wore on her head a red handkerchief, +beneath<br> + which trailed long locks of hair in color and shape like the +flax on a<br> + distaff. She wore no fichu. A coarse woollen petticoat in black +and<br> + gray stripes, too short by several inches, exposed her legs. She +might<br> + have belonged to some tribe of Red-Skins described by Cooper, +for her<br> + legs, neck, and arms were the color of brick. No ray of +intelligence<br> + enlivened her vacant face. A few whitish hairs served her +for<br> + eyebrows; the eyes themselves, of a dull blue, were cold and +wan; and<br> + her mouth was so formed as to show the teeth, which were +crooked, but<br> + as white as those of a dog.</p> + +<p>"Here, my good woman!" called Monsieur de Sucy.</p> + +<p>She came very slowly to the gate, looking with a silly +expression at<br> + the two huntsmen, the sight of whom brought a forced and painful +smile<br> + to her face.</p> + +<p>"Where are we? Whose house is this? Who are you? Do you belong +here?"</p> + +<p>To these questions and several others which the two +friends<br> + alternately addressed to her, she answered only with guttural +sounds<br> + that seemed more like the growl of an animal than the voice of a +human<br> + being.</p> + +<p>"She must be deaf and dumb," said the marquis.</p> + +<p>"Bons-Hommes!" cried the peasant woman.</p> + +<p>"Ah! I see. This is, no doubt, the old monastery of the +Bons-Hommes,"<br> + said the marquis.</p> + +<p>He renewed his questions. But, like a capricious child, the +peasant<br> + woman colored, played with her wooden shoe, twisted the rope of +the<br> + cow, which was now feeding peaceably, and looked at the two +hunters,<br> + examining every part of their clothing; then she yelped, +growled, and<br> + clucked, but did not speak.</p> + +<p>"What is your name?" said Philippe, looking at her fixedly, as +if he<br> + meant to mesmerize her.</p> + +<p>"Genevieve," she said, laughing with a silly air.</p> + +<p>"The cow is the most intelligent being we have seen so far," +said the<br> + marquis. "I shall fire my gun and see if that will being some +one."</p> + +<p>Just as d'Albon raised his gun, the colonel stopped him with +a<br> + gesture, and pointed to the form of a woman, probably the one +who had<br> + so keenly piqued his curiosity. At this moment she seemed lost +in the<br> + deepest meditation, and was coming with slow steps along a +distant<br> + pathway, so that the two friends had ample time to examine +her.</p> + +<p>She was dressed in a ragged gown of black satin. Her long hair +fell in<br> + masses of curls over her forehead, around her shoulders, and +below her<br> + waist, serving her for a shawl. Accustomed no doubt to this +disorder,<br> + she seldom pushed her hair from her forehead; and when she did +so, it<br> + was with a sudden toss of her head which only for a moment +cleared her<br> + forehead and eyes from the thick veil. Her gesture, like that of +an<br> + animal, had a remarkable mechanical precision, the quickness of +which<br> + seemed wonderful in a woman. The huntsmen were amazed to see +her<br> + suddenly leap up on the branch of an apple-tree, and sit there +with<br> + the ease of a bird. She gathered an apple and ate it; then she +dropped<br> + to the ground with the graceful ease we admire in a squirrel. +Her<br> + limbs possessed an elasticity which took from every movement +the<br> + slightest appearance of effort or constraint. She played upon +the<br> + turf, rolling herself about like a child; then, suddenly, she +flung<br> + her feet and hands forward, and lay at full length on the grass, +with<br> + the grace and natural ease of a young cat asleep in the sun. +Thunder<br> + sounded in the distance, and she turned suddenly, rising on her +hands<br> + and knees with the rapidity of a dog which hears a coming +footstep.</p> + +<p>The effects of this singular attitude was to separate into two +heavy<br> + masses the volume of her black hair, which now fell on either +side of<br> + her head, and allowed the two spectators to admire the white +shoulders<br> + glistening like daisies in a field, and the throat, the +perfection of<br> + which allowed them to judge of the other beauties of her +figure.</p> + +<p>Suddenly she uttered a distressful cry and rose to her feet. +Her<br> + movements succeeded each other with such airiness and grace that +she<br> + seemed not a creature of this world but a daughter of the +atmosphere,<br> + as sung in the poems of Ossian. She ran toward a piece of water, +shook<br> + one of her legs lightly to cast off her shoe, and began to +dabble her<br> + foot, white as alabaster, in the current, admiring, perhaps, +the<br> + undulations she thus produced upon the surface of the water. +Then she<br> + knelt down at the edge of the stream and amused herself, like a +child,<br> + in casting in her long tresses and pulling them abruptly out, to +watch<br> + the shower of drops that glittered down, looking, as the +sunlight<br> + struck athwart them, like a chaplet of pearls.</p> + +<p>"That woman is mad!" cried the marquis.</p> + +<p>A hoarse cry, uttered by Genevieve, seemed uttered as a +warning to the<br> + unknown woman, who turned suddenly, throwing back her hair from +either<br> + side of her face. At this instant the colonel and Monsieur +d'Albon<br> + could distinctly see her features; she, herself, perceiving the +two<br> + friends, sprang to the iron railing with the lightness and +rapidity of<br> + a deer.</p> + +<p>"Adieu!" she said, in a soft, harmonious voice, the melody of +which<br> + did not convey the slightest feeling or the slightest +thought.</p> + +<p>Monsieur d'Albon admired the long lashes of her eyelids, the +blackness<br> + of her eyebrows, and the dazzling whiteness of a skin devoid of +even<br> + the faintest tinge of color. Tiny blue veins alone broke the<br> + uniformity of its pure white tones. When the marquis turned to +his<br> + friend as if to share with him his amazement at the sight of +this<br> + singular creature, he found him stretched on the ground as if +dead.<br> + D'Albon fired his gun in the air to summon assistance, crying +out<br> + "Help! help!" and then endeavored to revive the colonel. At the +sound<br> + of the shot, the unknown woman, who had hitherto stood +motionless,<br> + fled away with the rapidity of an arrow, uttering cries of fear +like a<br> + wounded animal, and running hither and thither about the meadow +with<br> + every sign of the greatest terror.</p> + +<p>Monsieur d'Albon, hearing the rumbling of a carriage on the +high-road<br> + to Ile-Adam, waved his handkerchief and shouted to its occupants +for<br> + assistance. The carriage was immediately driven up to the +old<br> + monastery, and the marquis recognized his neighbors, Monsieur +and<br> + Madame de Granville, who at once gave up their carriage to the +service<br> + of the two gentlemen. Madame de Granville had with her, by +chance, a<br> + bottle of salts, which revived the colonel for a moment. When +he<br> + opened his eyes he turned them to the meadow, where the unknown +woman<br> + was still running and uttering her distressing cries. A +smothered<br> + exclamation escaped him, which seemed to express a sense of +horror;<br> + then he closed his eyes again, and made a gesture as if to +implore his<br> + friend to remove him from that sight.</p> + +<p>Monsieur and Madame de Granville placed their carriage +entirely at the<br> + disposal of the marquis, assuring him courteously that they +would like<br> + to continue their way on foot.</p> + +<p>"Who is that lady?" asked the marquis, signing toward the +unknown<br> + woman.</p> + +<p>"I believe she comes from Moulins," replied Monsieur de +Granville.<br> + "She is the Comtesse de Vandieres, and they say she is mad; but +as she<br> + has only been here two months I will not vouch for the truth of +these<br> + hearsays."</p> + +<p>Monsieur d'Albon thanked his friends, and placing the colonel +in the<br> + carriage, started with him for Cassan.</p> + +<p>"It is she!" cried Philippe, recovering his senses.</p> + +<p>"Who is she?" asked d'Albon.</p> + +<p>"Stephanie. Ah, dead and living, living and mad! I fancied I +was<br> + dying."</p> + +<p>The prudent marquis, appreciating the gravity of the crisis +through<br> + which his friend was passing, was careful not to question or +excite<br> + him; he was only anxious to reach the chateau, for the change +which<br> + had taken place in the colonel's features, in fact in his +whole<br> + person, made him fear for his friend's reason. As soon, +therefore, as<br> + the carriage had reached the main street of Ile-Adam, he +dispatched<br> + the footman to the village doctor, so that the colonel was no +sooner<br> + fairly in his bed at the chateau than the physician was beside +him.</p> + +<p>"If monsieur had not been many hours without food the shock +would have<br> + killed him," said the doctor.</p> + +<p>After naming the first precautions, the doctor left the room, +to<br> + prepare, himself, a calming potion. The next day, Monsieur de +Sucy was<br> + better, but the doctor still watched him carefully.</p> + +<p>"I will admit to you, monsieur le marquis," he said, "that I +have<br> + feared some affection of the brain. Monsieur de Sucy has +received a<br> + violent shock; his passions are strong; but, in him, the first +blow<br> + decides all. To-morrow he may be entirely out of danger."</p> + +<p>The doctor was not mistaken; and the following day he allowed +the<br> + marquis to see his friend.</p> + +<p>"My dear d'Albon," said Philippe, pressing his hand, "I am +going to<br> + ask a kindness of you. Go to the Bons-Hommes, and find out all +you can<br> + of the lady we saw there; and return to me as quickly as you +can; I<br> + shall count the minutes."</p> + +<p>Monsieur d'Albon mounted his horse at once, and galloped to +the old<br> + abbey. When he arrived there, he saw before the iron gate a +tall,<br> + spare man with a very kindly face, who answered in the +affirmative<br> + when asked if he lived there. Monsieur d'Albon then informed him +of<br> + the reasons for his visit.</p> + +<p>"What! monsieur," said the other, "was it you who fired that +fatal<br> + shot? You very nearly killed my poor patient."</p> + +<p>"But, monsieur, I fired in the air."</p> + +<p>"You would have done the countess less harm had you fired at +her."</p> + +<p>"Then we must not reproach each other, monsieur, for the sight +of the<br> + countess has almost killed my friend, Monsieur de Sucy."</p> + +<p>"Heavens! can you mean Baron Philippe de Sucy?" cried the +doctor,<br> + clasping his hands. "Did he go to Russia; was he at the passage +of the<br> + Beresina?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied d'Albon, "he was captured by the Cossacks and +kept for<br> + five years in Siberia; he recovered his liberty a few months +ago."</p> + +<p>"Come in, monsieur," said the master of the house, leading the +marquis<br> + into a room on the lower floor where everything bore the marks +of<br> + capricious destruction. The silken curtains beside the windows +were<br> + torn, while those of muslin remained intact.</p> + +<p>"You see," said the tall old man, as they entered, "the +ravages<br> + committed by that dear creature, to whom I devote myself. She is +my<br> + niece; in spite of the impotence of my art, I hope some day to +restore<br> + her reason by attempting a method which can only be +employed,<br> + unfortunately, by very rich people."</p> + +<p>Then, like all persons living in solitude who are afflicted +with an<br> + ever present and ever renewed grief, he related to the marquis +at<br> + length the following narrative, which is here condensed, and +relieved<br> + of the many digressions made by both the narrator and the +listener.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h2>CHAPTER II</h2> + +<h3>THE PASSAGE OF THE BERESINA</h3> + +<p>Marechal Victor, when he started, about nine at night, from +the<br> + heights of Studzianka, which he had defended, as the rear-guard +of the<br> + retreating army, during the whole day of November 28th, 1812, +left a<br> + thousand men behind him, with orders to protect to the last +possible<br> + moment whichever of the two bridges across the Beresina might +still<br> + exist. This rear-guard had devoted itself to the task of saving +a<br> + frightful multitude of stragglers overcome by the cold, who<br> + obstinately refused to leave the bivouacs of the army. The +heroism of<br> + this generous troop proved useless. The stragglers who flocked +in<br> + masses to the banks of the Beresina found there, unhappily, an +immense<br> + number of carriages, caissons, and articles of all kinds which +the<br> + army had been forced to abandon when effecting its passage of +the<br> + river on the 27th and 28th of November. Heirs to such +unlooked-for<br> + riches, the unfortunate men, stupid with cold, took up their +abode in<br> + the deserted bivouacs, broke up the material which they found +there to<br> + build themselves cabins, made fuel of everything that came to +hand,<br> + cut up the frozen carcasses of the horses for food, tore the +cloth and<br> + the curtains from the carriages for coverlets, and went to +sleep,<br> + instead of continuing their way and crossing quietly during the +night<br> + that cruel Beresina, which an incredible fatality had already +made so<br> + destructive to the army.</p> + +<p><br> + The apathy of these poor soldiers can only be conceived by those +who<br> + remember to have crossed vast deserts of snow without other<br> + perspective than a snow horizon, without other drink than +snow,<br> + without other bed than snow, without other food than snow or a +few<br> + frozen beet-roots, a few handfuls of flour, or a little +horseflesh.<br> + Dying of hunger, thirst, fatigue, and want of sleep, these<br> + unfortunates reached a shore where they saw before them +wood,<br> + provisions, innumerable camp equipages, and carriages,--in short +a<br> + whole town at their service. The village of Studzianka had been +wholly<br> + taken to pieces and conveyed from the heights on which it stood +to the<br> + plain. However forlorn and dangerous that refuge might be, +its<br> + miseries and its perils only courted men who had lately seen +nothing<br> + before them but the awful deserts of Russia. It was, in fact, a +vast<br> + asylum which had an existence of twenty-four hours only.</p> + +<p>Utter lassitude, and the sense of unexpected comfort, made +that mass<br> + of men inaccessible to every thought but that of rest. Though +the<br> + artillery of the left wing of the Russians kept up a steady fire +on<br> + this mass,--visible like a stain now black, now flaming, in the +midst<br> + of the trackless snow,--this shot and shell seemed to the +torpid<br> + creatures only one inconvenience the more. It was like a +thunderstorm,<br> + despised by all because the lightning strikes so few; the balls +struck<br> + only here and there, the dying, the sick, the dead +sometimes!<br> + Stragglers arrived in groups continually; but once here +those<br> + perambulating corpses separated; each begged for himself a place +near<br> + a fire; repulsed repeatedly, they met again, to obtain by force +the<br> + hospitality already refused to them. Deaf to the voice of some +of<br> + their officers, who warned them of probable destruction on the +morrow,<br> + they spent the amount of courage necessary to cross the river +in<br> + building that asylum of a night, in making one meal that +they<br> + themselves doomed to be their last. The death that awaited them +they<br> + considered no evil, provided they could have that one night's +sleep.<br> + They thought nothing evil but hunger, thirst, and cold. When +there was<br> + no more wood or food or fire, horrible struggles took place +between<br> + fresh-comers and the rich who possessed a shelter. The +weakest<br> + succumbed.</p> + +<p>At last there came a moment when a number, pursued by the +Russians,<br> + found only snow on which to bivouac, and these lay down to rise +no<br> + more. Insensibly this mass of almost annihilated beings became +so<br> + compact, so deaf, so torpid, so happy perhaps, that Marechal +Victor,<br> + who had been their heroic defender by holding twenty thousand +Russians<br> + under Wittgenstein at bay, was forced to open a passage by main +force<br> + through this forest of men in order to cross the Beresina with +five<br> + thousand gallant fellows whom he was taking to the emperor. +The<br> + unfortunate malingerers allowed themselves to be crushed rather +than<br> + stir; they perished in silence, smiling at their extinguished +fires,<br> + without a thought of France.</p> + +<p>It was not until ten o'clock that night that Marechal Victor +reached<br> + the bank of the river. Before crossing the bridge which led to +Zembin,<br> + he confided the fate of his own rear-guard now left in +Studzianka to<br> + Eble, the savior of all those who survived the calamities of +the<br> + Beresina. It was towards midnight when this great general, +followed by<br> + one brave officer, left the cabin he occupied near the bridge, +and<br> + studied the spectacle of that improvised camp placed between the +bank<br> + of the river and Studzianka. The Russian cannon had ceased to +thunder.<br> + Innumerable fires, which, amid that trackless waste of snow, +burned<br> + pale and scarcely sent out any gleams, illumined here and there +by<br> + sudden flashes forms and faces that were barely human. Thirty +thousand<br> + poor wretches, belonging to all nations, from whom Napoleon +had<br> + recruited his Russian army, were trifling away their lives +with<br> + brutish indifference.</p> + +<p>"Let us save them!" said General Eble to the officer who +accompanied<br> + him. "To-morrow morning the Russians will be masters of +Studzianka. We<br> + must burn the bridge the moment they appear. Therefore, my +friend,<br> + take your courage in your hand! Go to the heights. Tell +General<br> + Fournier he has barely time to evacuate his position, force a +way<br> + through this crowd, and cross the bridge. When you have seen him +in<br> + motion follow him. Find men you can trust, and the moment +Fournier had<br> + crossed the bridge, burn, without pity, huts, equipages, +caissons,<br> + carriages,--EVERYTHING! Drive that mass of men to the bridge. +Compel<br> + all that has two legs to get to the other side of the river. +The<br> + burning of everything--EVERYTHING--is now our last resource. +If<br> + Berthier had let me destroy those damned camp equipages, this +river<br> + would swallow only my poor pontoniers, those fifty heroes who +will<br> + save the army, but who themselves will be forgotten."</p> + +<p>The general laid his hand on his forehead and was silent. He +felt that<br> + Poland would be his grave, and that no voice would rise to do +justice<br> + to those noble men who stood in the water, the icy water of +Beresina,<br> + to destroy the buttresses of the bridges. One alone of those +heroes<br> + still lives--or, to speak more correctly, suffers--in a +village,<br> + totally ignored.</p> + +<p>The aide-de-camp started. Hardly had this generous officer +gone a<br> + hundred yards towards Studzianka than General Eble wakened a +number of<br> + his weary pontoniers, and began the work,--the charitable work +of<br> + burning the bivouacs set up about the bridge, and forcing +the<br> + sleepers, thus dislodged, to cross the river.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the young aide-de-camp reached, not without +difficulty, the<br> + only wooden house still left standing in Studzianka.</p> + +<p>"This barrack seems pretty full, comrade," he said to a man +whom he<br> + saw by the doorway.</p> + +<p>"If you can get in you'll be a clever trooper," replied the +officer,<br> + without turning his head or ceasing to slice off with his sabre +the<br> + bark of the logs of which the house was built.</p> + +<p>"Is that you, Philippe?" said the aide-de-camp, recognizing a +friend<br> + by the tones of his voice.</p> + +<p>"Yes. Ha, ha! is it you, old fellow?" replied Monsieur de +Sucy,<br> + looking at the aide-de-camp, who, like himself, was only +twenty-three<br> + years of age. "I thought you were the other side of that cursed +river.<br> + What are you here for? Have you brought cakes and wine for +our<br> + dessert? You'll be welcome," and he went on slicing off the +bark,<br> + which he gave as a sort of provender to his horse.</p> + +<p>"I am looking for your commander to tell him, from General +Eble, to<br> + make for Zembin. You'll have barely enough time to get through +that<br> + crowd of men below. I am going presently to set fire to their +camp and<br> + force them to march."</p> + +<p>"You warm me up--almost! That news makes me perspire. I have +two<br> + friends I MUST save. Ah! without those two to cling to me, I +should be<br> + dead already. It is for them that I feed my horse and don't +eat<br> + myself. Have you any food,--a mere crust? It is thirty hours +since<br> + anything has gone into my stomach, and yet I have fought like a +madman<br> + --just to keep a little warmth and courage in me."</p> + +<p>"Poor Philippe, I have nothing--nothing! But where's your +general,--in<br> + this house?"</p> + +<p>"No, don't go there; the place is full of wounded. Go up the +street;<br> + you'll find on your left a sort of pig-pen; the general is +there.<br> + Good-bye, old fellow. If we ever dance a trenis on a Paris +floor--"</p> + +<p>He did not end his sentence; the north wind blew at that +moment with<br> + such ferocity that the aide-de-camp hurried on to escape being +frozen,<br> + and the lips of Major de Sucy stiffened. Silence reigned, broken +only<br> + by the moans which came from the house, and the dull sound made +by the<br> + major's horse as it chewed in a fury of hunger the icy bark of +the<br> + trees with which the house was built. Monsieur de Sucy replaced +his<br> + sabre in its scabbard, took the bridle of the precious horse he +had<br> + hitherto been able to preserve, and led it, in spite of the +animal's<br> + resistance, from the wretched fodder it appeared to think +excellent.</p> + +<p>"We'll start, Bichette, we'll start! There's none but you, my +beauty,<br> + who can save Stephanie. Ha! by and bye you and I may be able to +rest--<br> + and die," he added.</p> + +<p>Philippe, wrapped in a fur pelisse, to which he owed his +preservation<br> + and his energy, began to run, striking his feet hard upon the +frozen<br> + snow to keep them warm. Scarcely had he gone a few hundred yards +from<br> + the village than he saw a blaze in the direction of the place +where,<br> + since morning, he had left his carriage in charge of his +former<br> + orderly, an old soldier. Horrible anxiety laid hold of him. Like +all<br> + others who were controlled during this fatal retreat by some +powerful<br> + sentiment, he found a strength to save his friends which he +could not<br> + have put forth to save himself.</p> + +<p>Presently he reached a slight declivity at the foot of which, +in a<br> + spot sheltered from the enemy's balls, he had stationed the +carriage,<br> + containing a young woman, the companion of his childhood, the +being<br> + most dear to him on earth. At a few steps distant from the +vehicle he<br> + now found a company of some thirty stragglers collected around +an<br> + immense fire, which they were feeding with planks, caisson +covers,<br> + wheels, and broken carriages. These soldiers were, no doubt, the +last<br> + comers of that crowd who, from the base of the hill of +Studzianka to<br> + the fatal river, formed an ocean of heads intermingled with +fires and<br> + huts,--a living sea, swayed by motions that were almost +imperceptible,<br> + and giving forth a murmuring sound that rose at times to +frightful<br> + outbursts. Driven by famine and despair, these poor wretches +must have<br> + rifled the carriage before de Sucy reached it. The old general +and his<br> + young wife, whom he had left lying in piles of clothes and +wrapped in<br> + mantles and pelisses, were now on the snow, crouching before the +fire.<br> + One door of the carriage was already torn off.</p> + +<p>No sooner did the men about the fire hear the tread of the +major's<br> + horse than a hoarse cry, the cry of famine, arose,--</p> + +<p>"A horse! a horse!"</p> + +<p>Those voices formed but one voice.</p> + +<p>"Back! back! look out for yourself!" cried two or three +soldiers,<br> + aiming at the mare. Philippe threw himself before his animal, +crying<br> + out,--</p> + +<p>"You villains! I'll throw you into your own fire. There are +plenty of<br> + dead horses up there. Go and fetch them."</p> + +<p>"Isn't he a joker, that officer! One, two--get out of the +way," cried<br> + a colossal grenadier. "No, you won't, hey! Well, as you please, +then."</p> + +<p>A woman's cry rose higher than the report of the musket. +Philippe<br> + fortunately was not touched, but Bichette, mortally wounded, +was<br> + struggling in the throes of death. Three men darted forward +and<br> + dispatched her with their bayonets.</p> + +<p>"Cannibals!" cried Philippe, "let me at any rate take the +horse-cloth<br> + and my pistols."</p> + +<p>"Pistols, yes," replied the grenadier. "But as for that +horse-cloth,<br> + no! here's a poor fellow afoot, with nothing in his stomach for +two<br> + days, and shivering in his rags. It is our general."</p> + +<p>Philippe kept silence as he looked at the man, whose boots +were worn<br> + out, his trousers torn in a dozen places, while nothing but a +ragged<br> + fatigue-cap covered with ice was on his head. He hastened, +however, to<br> + take his pistols. Five men dragged the mare to the fire, and cut +her<br> + up with the dexterity of a Parisian butcher. The pieces were +instantly<br> + seized and flung upon the embers.</p> + +<p>The major went up to the young woman, who had uttered a cry +on<br> + recognizing him. He found her motionless, seated on a cushion +beside<br> + the fire. She looked at him silently, without smiling. Philippe +then<br> + saw the soldier to whom he had confided the carriage; the man +was<br> + wounded. Overcome by numbers, he had been forced to yield to +the<br> + malingerers who attacked him; and, like the dog who defended to +the<br> + last possible moment his master's dinner, he had taken his share +of<br> + the booty, and was now sitting beside the fire, wrapped in a +white<br> + sheet by way of cloak, and turning carefully on the embers a +slice of<br> + the mare. Philippe saw upon his face the joy these preparations +gave<br> + him. The Comte de Vandieres, who, for the last few days, had +fallen<br> + into a state of second childhood, was seated on a cushion beside +his<br> + wife, looking fixedly at the fire, which was beginning to thaw +his<br> + torpid limbs. He had shown no emotion of any kind, either at<br> + Philippe's danger, or at the fight which ended in the pillage of +the<br> + carriage and their expulsion from it.</p> + +<p>At first de Sucy took the hand of the young countess, as if to +show<br> + her his affection, and the grief he felt at seeing her reduced +to such<br> + utter misery; then he grew silent; seated beside her on a heap +of snow<br> + which was turning into a rivulet as it melted, he yielded +himself up<br> + to the happiness of being warm, forgetting their peril, +forgetting all<br> + things. His face assumed, in spite of himself, an expression of +almost<br> + stupid joy, and he waited with impatience until the fragment of +the<br> + mare given to his orderly was cooked. The smell of the roasting +flesh<br> + increased his hunger, and his hunger silenced his heart, his +courage,<br> + and his love. He looked, without anger, at the results of the +pillage<br> + of his carriage. All the men seated around the fire had shared +his<br> + blankets, cushions, pelisses, robes, also the clothing of the +Comte<br> + and Comtesse de Vandieres and his own. Philippe looked about him +to<br> + see if there was anything left in or near the vehicle that was +worth<br> + saving. By the light of the flames he saw gold and diamonds and +plate<br> + scattered everywhere, no one having thought it worth his while +to take<br> + any.</p> + +<p>Each of the individuals collected by chance around this +fire<br> + maintained a silence that was almost horrible, and did nothing +but<br> + what he judged necessary for his own welfare. Their misery was +even<br> + grotesque. Faces, discolored by cold, were covered with a layer +of<br> + mud, on which tears had made a furrow from the eyes to the +beard,<br> + showing the thickness of that miry mask. The filth of their +long<br> + beards made these men still more repulsive. Some were wrapped in +the<br> + countess's shawls, others wore the trappings of horses and +muddy<br> + saddlecloths, or masses of rags from which the hoar-frost hung; +some<br> + had a boot on one leg and a shoe on the other; in fact, there +were<br> + none whose costume did not present some laughable singularity. +But in<br> + presence of such amusing sights the men themselves were grave +and<br> + gloomy. The silence was broken only by the snapping of the wood, +the<br> + crackling of the flames, the distant murmur of the camps, and +the<br> + blows of the sabre given to what remained of Bichette in search +of her<br> + tenderest morsels. A few miserable creatures, perhaps more weary +than<br> + the rest, were sleeping; when one of their number rolled into +the fire<br> + no one attempted to help him out. These stern logicians argued +that if<br> + he were not dead his burns would warn him to find a safer place. +If<br> + the poor wretch waked in the flames and perished, no one cared. +Two or<br> + three soldiers looked at each other to justify their own +indifference<br> + by that of others. Twice this scene had taken place before the +eyes of<br> + the countess, who said nothing. When the various pieces of +Bichette,<br> + placed here and there upon the embers, were sufficiently +broiled, each<br> + man satisfied his hunger with the gluttony that disgusts us when +we<br> + see it in animals.</p> + +<p>"This is the first time I ever saw thirty infantrymen on one +horse,"<br> + cried the grenadier who had shot the mare.</p> + +<p>It was the only jest made that night which proved the +national<br> + character.</p> + +<p>Soon the great number of these poor soldiers wrapped +themselves in<br> + what they could find and lay down on planks, or whatever would +keep<br> + them from contact with the snow, and slept, heedless of the +morrow.<br> + When the major was warm, and his hunger appeased, an invincible +desire<br> + to sleep weighed down his eyelids. During the short moment of +his<br> + struggle against that desire he looked at the young woman, who +had<br> + turned her face to the fire and was now asleep, leaving her +closed<br> + eyes and a portion of her forehead exposed to sight. She was +wrapped<br> + in a furred pelisse and a heavy dragoon's cloak; her head rested +on a<br> + pillow stained with blood; an astrakhan hood, kept in place by +a<br> + handkerchief knotted round her neck, preserved her face from the +cold<br> + as much as possible. Her feet were wrapped in the cloak. Thus +rolled<br> + into a bundle, as it were, she looked like nothing at all. Was +she the<br> + last of the "vivandieres"? Was she a charming woman, the glory +of a<br> + lover, the queen of Parisian salons? Alas! even the eye of her +most<br> + devoted friend could trace no sign of anything feminine in that +mass<br> + of rags and tatters. Love had succumbed to cold in the heart of +a<br> + woman!</p> + +<p>Through the thick veils of irresistible sleep, the major soon +saw the<br> + husband and wife as mere points or formless objects. The flames +of the<br> + fire, those outstretched figures, the relentless cold, waiting, +not<br> + three feet distant from that fugitive heat, became all a dream. +One<br> + importunate thought terrified Philippe:</p> + +<p>"If I sleep, we shall all die; I will not sleep," he said to +himself.</p> + +<p>And yet he slept.</p> + +<p>A terrible clamor and an explosion awoke him an hour later. +The sense<br> + of his duty, the peril of his friend, fell suddenly on his +heart. He<br> + uttered a cry that was like a roar. He and his orderly were +alone<br> + afoot. A sea of fire lay before them in the darkness of the +night,<br> + licking up the cabins and the bivouacs; cries of despair, howls, +and<br> + imprecations reached their ears; they saw against the flames +thousands<br> + of human beings with agonized or furious faces. In the midst of +that<br> + hell, a column of soldiers was forcing its way to the bridge, +between<br> + two hedges of dead bodies.</p> + +<p>"It is the retreat of the rear-guard!" cried the major. "All +hope is<br> + gone!"</p> + +<p>"I have saved your carriage, Philippe," said a friendly +voice.</p> + +<p>Turning round, de Sucy recognized the young aide-de-camp in +the<br> + flaring of the flames.</p> + +<p>"Ah! all is lost!" replied the major, "they have eaten my +horse; and<br> + how can I make this stupid general and his wife walk?"</p> + +<p>"Take a brand from the fire and threaten them."</p> + +<p>"Threaten the countess!"</p> + +<p>"Good-bye," said the aide-de-camp, "I have scarcely time to +get across<br> + that fatal river--and I MUST; I have a mother in France. What a +night!<br> + These poor wretches prefer to lie here in the snow; half will +allow<br> + themselves to perish in those flames rather than rise and move +on. It<br> + is four o'clock, Philippe! In two hours the Russians will begin +to<br> + move. I assure you you will again see the Beresina choked +with<br> + corpses. Philippe! think of yourself! You have no horses, you +cannot<br> + carry the countess in your arms. Come--come with me!" he +said<br> + urgently, pulling de Sucy by the arm.</p> + +<p>"My friend! abandon Stephanie!"</p> + +<p>De Sucy seized the countess, made her stand upright, shook her +with<br> + the roughness of a despairing man, and compelled her to wake up. +She<br> + looked at him with fixed, dead eyes.</p> + +<p>"You must walk, Stephanie, or we shall all die here."</p> + +<p>For all answer the countess tried to drop again upon the snow +and<br> + sleep. The aide-de-camp seized a brand from the fire and waved +it in<br> + her face.</p> + +<p>"We will save her in spite of herself!" cried Philippe, +lifting the<br> + countess and placing her in the carriage.</p> + +<p>He returned to implore the help of his friend. Together they +lifted<br> + the old general, without knowing whether he were dead or alive, +and<br> + put him beside his wife. The major then rolled over the men who +were<br> + sleeping on his blankets, which he tossed into the carriage, +together<br> + with some roasted fragments of his mare.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean to do?" asked the aide-de-camp.</p> + +<p>"Drag them."</p> + +<p>"You are crazy."</p> + +<p>"True," said Philippe, crossing his arms in despair.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, he was seized by a last despairing thought.</p> + +<p>"To you," he said, grasping the sound arm of his orderly, "I +confide<br> + her for one hour. Remember that you must die sooner than let any +one<br> + approach her."</p> + +<p>The major then snatched up the countess's diamonds, held them +in one<br> + hand, drew his sabre with the other, and began to strike with +the flat<br> + of its blade such of the sleepers as he thought the most +intrepid. He<br> + succeeded in awaking the colossal grenadier, and two other men +whose<br> + rank it was impossible to tell.</p> + +<p>"We are done for!" he said.</p> + +<p>"I know it," said the grenadier, "but I don't care."</p> + +<p>"Well, death for death, wouldn't you rather sell your life for +a<br> + pretty woman, and take your chances of seeing France?"</p> + +<p>"I'd rather sleep," said a man, rolling over on the snow, "and +if you<br> + trouble me again, I'll stick my bayonet into your stomach."</p> + +<p>"What is the business, my colonel?" said the grenadier. "That +man is<br> + drunk; he's a Parisian; he likes his ease."</p> + +<p>"That is yours, my brave grenadier," cried the major, offering +him a<br> + string of diamonds, "if you will follow me and fight like a +madman.<br> + The Russians are ten minutes' march from here; they have horses; +we<br> + are going up to their first battery for a pair."</p> + +<p>"But the sentinels?"</p> + +<p>"One of us three--" he interrupted himself, and turned to the +aide-de-<br> + camp. "You will come, Hippolyte, won't you?"</p> + +<p>Hippolyte nodded.</p> + +<p>"One of us," continued the major, "will take care of the +sentinel.<br> + Besides, perhaps they are asleep too, those cursed +Russians."</p> + +<p>"Forward! major, you're a brave one! But you'll give me a lift +on your<br> + carriage?" said the grenadier.</p> + +<p>"Yes, if you don't leave your skin up there-- If I fall, +Hippolyte,<br> + and you, grenadier, promise me to do your utmost to save the<br> + countess."</p> + +<p>"Agreed!" cried the grenadier.</p> + +<p>They started for the Russian lines, toward one of the +batteries which<br> + had so decimated the hapless wretches lying on the banks of the +river.<br> + A few moments later, the gallop of two horses echoed over the +snow,<br> + and the wakened artillery men poured out a volley which ranged +above<br> + the heads of the sleeping men. The pace of the horses was so +fleet<br> + that their steps resounded like the blows of a blacksmith on +his<br> + anvil. The generous aide-de-camp was killed. The athletic +grenadier<br> + was safe and sound. Philippe in defending Hippolyte had received +a<br> + bayonet in his shoulder; but he clung to his horse's mane, and +clasped<br> + him so tightly with his knees that the animal was held as in a +vice.</p> + +<p>"God be praised!" cried the major, finding his orderly +untouched, and<br> + the carriage in its place.</p> + +<p>"If you are just, my officer, you will get me the cross for +this,"<br> + said the man. "We've played a fine game of guns and sabres here, +I can<br> + tell you."</p> + +<p>"We have done nothing yet-- Harness the horses. Take these +ropes."</p> + +<p>"They are not long enough."</p> + +<p>"Grenadier, turn over those sleepers, and take their shawls +and linen,<br> + to eke out."</p> + +<p>"Tiens! that's one dead," said the grenadier, stripping the +first man<br> + he came to. "Bless me! what a joke, they are all dead!"</p> + +<p>"All?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, all; seems as if horse-meat must be indigestible if +eaten with<br> + snow."</p> + +<p>The words made Philippe tremble. The cold was increasing.</p> + +<p>"My God! to lose the woman I have saved a dozen times!"</p> + +<p>The major shook the countess.</p> + +<p>"Stephanie! Stephanie!"</p> + +<p>The young woman opened her eyes.</p> + +<p>"Madame! we are saved."</p> + +<p>"Saved!" she repeated, sinking down again.</p> + +<p>The horses were harnessed as best they could. The major, +holding his<br> + sabre in his well hand, with his pistols in his belt, gathered +up the<br> + reins with the other hand and mounted one horse while the +grenadier<br> + mounted the other. The orderly, whose feet were frozen, was +thrown<br> + inside the carriage, across the general and the countess. +Excited by<br> + pricks from a sabre, the horses drew the carriage rapidly, with +a sort<br> + of fury, to the plain, where innumerable obstacles awaited it. +It was<br> + impossible to force a way without danger of crushing the +sleeping men,<br> + women, and even children, who refused to move when the grenadier +awoke<br> + them. In vain did Monsieur de Sucy endeavor to find the swathe +cut by<br> + the rear-guard through the mass of human beings; it was +already<br> + obliterated, like the wake of a vessel through the sea. They +could<br> + only creep along, being often stopped by soldiers who threatened +to<br> + kill their horses.</p> + +<p><br> + "Do you want to reach the bridge?" said the grenadier.</p> + +<p>"At the cost of my life--at the cost of the whole world!"</p> + +<p>"Then forward, march! you can't make omelets without breaking +eggs."</p> + +<p>And the grenadier of the guard urged the horses over men and +bivouacs<br> + with bloody wheels and a double line of corpses on either side +of<br> + them. We must do him the justice to say that he never spared +his<br> + breath in shouting in stentorian tones,--</p> + +<p>"Look out there, carrion!"</p> + +<p>"Poor wretches!" cried the major.</p> + +<p>"Pooh! that or the cold, that or the cannon," said the +grenadier,<br> + prodding the horses, and urging them on.</p> + +<p>A catastrophe, which might well have happened to them much +sooner, put<br> + a stop to their advance. The carriage was overturned.</p> + +<p>"I expected it," cried the imperturbable grenadier. "Ho! ho! +your man<br> + is dead."</p> + +<p>"Poor Laurent!" said the major.</p> + +<p>"Laurent? Was he in the 5th chasseurs?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Then he was my cousin. Oh, well, this dog's life isn't happy +enough<br> + to waste any joy in grieving for him."</p> + +<p>The carriage could not be raised; the horses were taken out +with<br> + serious and, as it proved, irreparable loss of time. The shock +of the<br> + overturn was so violent that the young countess, roused from +her<br> + lethargy, threw off her coverings and rose.</p> + +<p>"Philippe, where are we?" she cried in a gentle voice, looking +about<br> + her.</p> + +<p>"Only five hundred feet from the bridge. We are now going to +cross the<br> + Beresina, Stephanie, and once across I will not torment you any +more;<br> + you shall sleep; we shall be in safety, and can reach Wilna +easily.--<br> + God grant that she may never know what her life has cost!" he +thought.</p> + +<p>"Philippe! you are wounded!"</p> + +<p>"That is nothing."</p> + +<p>Too late! the fatal hour had come. The Russian cannon sounded +the<br> + reveille. Masters of Studzianka, they could sweep the plain, and +by<br> + daylight the major could see two of their columns moving and +forming<br> + on the heights. A cry of alarm arose from the multitude, who +started<br> + to their feet in an instant. Every man now understood his +danger<br> + instinctively, and the whole mass rushed to gain the bridge with +the<br> + motion of a wave.</p> + +<p>The Russians came down with the rapidity of a conflagration. +Men,<br> + women, children, horses,--all rushed tumultuously to the +bridge.<br> + Fortunately the major, who was carrying the countess, was still +some<br> + distance from it. General Eble had just set fire to the supports +on<br> + the other bank. In spite of the warnings shouted to those who +were<br> + rushing upon the bridge, not a soul went back. Not only did the +bridge<br> + go down crowded with human beings, but the impetuosity of that +flood<br> + of men toward the fatal bank was so furious that a mass of +humanity<br> + poured itself violently into the river like an avalanche. Not a +cry<br> + was heard; the only sound was like the dropping of monstrous +stones<br> + into the water. Then the Beresina was a mass of floating +corpses.</p> + +<p>The retrograde movement of those who now fell back into the +plain to<br> + escape the death before them was so violent, and their +concussion<br> + against those who were advancing from the rear so terrible, +that<br> + numbers were smothered or trampled to death. The Comte and +Comtesse de<br> + Vandieres owed their lives to their carriage, behind which +Philippe<br> + forced them, using it as a breastwork. As for the major and +the<br> + grenadier, they found their safety in their strength. They +killed to<br> + escape being killed.</p> + +<p>This hurricane of human beings, the flux and reflux of living +bodies,<br> + had the effect of leaving for a few short moments the whole bank +of<br> + the Beresina deserted. The multitude were surging to the plain. +If a<br> + few men rushed to the river, it was less in the hope of reaching +the<br> + other bank, which to them was France, than to rush from the +horrors of<br> + Siberia. Despair proved an aegis to some bold hearts. One +officer<br> + sprang from ice-cake to ice-cake, and reached the opposite +shore. A<br> + soldier clambered miraculously over mounds of dead bodies and +heaps of<br> + ice. The multitude finally comprehended that the Russians would +not<br> + put to death a body of twenty thousand men, without arms, +torpid,<br> + stupid, unable to defend themselves; and each man awaited his +fate<br> + with horrible resignation. Then the major and the grenadier, +the<br> + general and his wife, remained almost alone on the river bank, a +few<br> + steps from the spot where the bridge had been. They stood there, +with<br> + dry eyes, silent, surrounded by heaps of dead. A few sound +soldiers, a<br> + few officers to whom the emergency had restored their natural +energy,<br> + were near them. This group consisted of some fifty men in all. +The<br> + major noticed at a distance of some two hundred yards the +remains of<br> + another bridge intended for carriages and destroyed the day +before.</p> + +<p>"Let us make a raft!" he cried.</p> + +<p>He had hardly uttered the words before the whole group rushed +to the<br> + ruins, and began to pick up iron bolts, and screws, and pieces +of wood<br> + and ropes, whatever materials they could find that were suitable +for<br> + the construction of a raft. A score of soldiers and officers, +who were<br> + armed, formed a guard, commanded by the major, to protect the +workers<br> + against the desperate attacks which might be expected from the +crowd,<br> + if their scheme was discovered. The instinct of freedom, strong +in all<br> + prisoners, inspiring them to miraculous acts, can only be +compared<br> + with that which now drove to action these unfortunate +Frenchmen.</p> + +<p>"The Russians! the Russians are coming!" cried the defenders +to the<br> + workers; and the work went on, the raft increased in length +and<br> + breadth and depth. Generals, soldiers, colonel, all put +their<br> + shoulders to the wheel; it was a true image of the building of +Noah's<br> + ark. The young countess, seated beside her husband, watched +the<br> + progress of the work with regret that she could not help it; and +yet<br> + she did assist in making knots to secure the cordage.</p> + +<p>At last the raft was finished. Forty men launched it on the +river, a<br> + dozen others holding the cords which moored it to the shore. But +no<br> + sooner had the builders seen their handiwork afloat, than they +sprang<br> + from the bank with odious selfishness. The major, fearing the +fury of<br> + this first rush, held back the countess and the general, but too +late<br> + he saw the whole raft covered, men pressing together like crowds +at a<br> + theatre.</p> + +<p>"Savages!" he cried, "it was I who gave you the idea of that +raft. I<br> + have saved you, and you deny me a place."</p> + +<p>A confused murmur answered him. The men at the edge of the +raft, armed<br> + with long sticks, pressed with violence against the shore to +send off<br> + the frail construction with sufficient impetus to force its +way<br> + through corpses and ice-floes to the other shore.</p> + +<p>"Thunder of heaven! I'll sweep you into the water if you don't +take<br> + the major and his two companions," cried the stalwart grenadier, +who<br> + swung his sabre, stopped the departure, and forced the men to +stand<br> + closer in spite of furious outcries.</p> + +<p>"I shall fall,"--"I am falling,"--"Push off! push +off!--Forward!"<br> + resounded on all sides.</p> + +<p>The major looked with haggard eyes at Stephanie, who lifted +hers to<br> + heaven with a feeling of sublime resignation.</p> + +<p>"To die with thee!" she said.</p> + +<p>There was something even comical in the position of the men +in<br> + possession of the raft. Though they were uttering awful groans +and<br> + imprecations, they dared not resist the grenadier, for in truth +they<br> + were so closely packed together, that a push to one man might +send<br> + half of them overboard. This danger was so pressing that a +cavalry<br> + captain endeavored to get rid of the grenadier; but the latter, +seeing<br> + the hostile movement of the officer, seized him round the waist +and<br> + flung him into the water, crying out,--</p> + +<p>"Ha! ha! my duck, do you want to drink? Well, then, drink!-- +Here are<br> + two places," he cried. "Come, major, toss me the little woman +and<br> + follow yourself. Leave that old fossil, who'll be dead by +to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"Make haste!" cried the voice of all, as one man.</p> + +<p>"Come, major, they are grumbling, and they have a right to do +so."</p> + +<p>The Comte de Vandieres threw off his wrappings and showed +himself in<br> + his general's uniform.</p> + +<p>"Let us save the count," said Philippe.</p> + +<p>Stephanie pressed his hand, and throwing herself on his +breast, she<br> + clasped him tightly.</p> + +<p>"Adieu!" she said.</p> + +<p>They had understood each other.</p> + +<p>The Comte de Vandieres recovered sufficient strength and +presence of<br> + mind to spring upon the raft, whither Stephanie followed him, +after<br> + turning a last look to Philippe.</p> + +<p>"Major! will you take my place? I don't care a fig for life," +cried<br> + the grenadier. "I've neither wife nor child nor mother."</p> + +<p>"I confide them to your care," said the major, pointing to the +count<br> + and his wife.</p> + +<p>"Then be easy; I'll care for them, as though they were my very +eyes."</p> + +<p>The raft was now sent off with so much violence toward the +opposite<br> + side of the river, that as it touched ground, the shock was felt +by<br> + all. The count, who was at the edge of it, lost his balance and +fell<br> + into the river; as he fell, a cake of sharp ice caught him, and +cut<br> + off his head, flinging it to a great distance.</p> + +<p>"See there! major!" cried the grenadier.</p> + +<p>"Adieu!" said a woman's voice.</p> + +<p>Philippe de Sucy fell to the ground, overcome with horror and +fatigue.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h2>CHAPTER III</h2> + +<h3>THE CURE</h3> + +<p>"My poor niece became insane," continued the physician, after +a few<br> + moment's silence. "Ah! monsieur," he said, seizing the marquis's +hand,<br> + "life has been awful indeed for that poor little woman, so +young, so<br> + delicate! After being, by dreadful fatality, separated from +the<br> + grenadier, whose name was Fleuriot, she was dragged about for +two<br> + years at the heels of the army, the plaything of a crowd of +wretches.<br> + She was often, they tell me, barefooted, and scarcely clothed; +for<br> + months together, she had no care, no food but what she could +pick up;<br> + sometimes kept in hospitals, sometimes driven away like an +animal, God<br> + alone knows the horrors that poor unfortunate creature has +survived.<br> + She was locked up in a madhouse, in a little town in Germany, at +the<br> + time her relatives, thinking her dead, divided her property. In +1816,<br> + the grenadier Fleuriot was at an inn in Strasburg, where she +went<br> + after making her escape from the madhouse. Several peasants told +the<br> + grenadier that she had lived for a whole month in the forest, +where<br> + they had tracked her in vain, trying to catch her, but she had +always<br> + escaped them. I was then staying a few miles from Strasburg. +Hearing<br> + much talk of a wild woman caught in the woods, I felt a desire +to<br> + ascertain the truth of the ridiculous stories which were current +about<br> + her. What were my feelings on beholding my own niece! Fleuriot +told me<br> + all he knew of her dreadful history. I took the poor man with my +niece<br> + back to my home in Auvergne, where, unfortunately, I lost him +some<br> + months later. He had some slight control over Madame de +Vandieres; he<br> + alone could induce her to wear clothing. 'Adieu,' that word, +which is<br> + her only language, she seldom uttered at that time. Fleuriot +had<br> + endeavored to awaken in her a few ideas, a few memories of the +past;<br> + but he failed; all that he gained was to make her say that +melancholy<br> + word a little oftener. Still, the grenadier knew how to amuse +her and<br> + play with her; my hope was in him, but--"</p> + +<p><br> + He was silent for a moment.</p> + +<p>"Here," he continued, "she has found another creature, with +whom she<br> + seems to have some strange understanding. It is a poor +idiotic<br> + peasant-girl, who, in spite of her ugliness and stupidity, loved +a<br> + man, a mason. The mason was willing to marry her, as she had +some<br> + property. Poor Genevieve was happy for a year; she dressed in +her best<br> + to dance with her lover on Sunday; she comprehended love; in her +heart<br> + and soul there was room for that one sentiment. But the mason, +Dallot,<br> + reflected. He found a girl with all her senses, and more land +than<br> + Genevieve, and he deserted the poor creature. Since then she has +lost<br> + the little intellect that love developed in her; she can do +nothing<br> + but watch the cows, or help at harvesting. My niece and this +poor girl<br> + are friends, apparently by some invisible chain of their +common<br> + destiny, by the sentiment in each which has caused their +madness.<br> + See!" added Stephanie's uncle, leading the marquis to a +window.</p> + +<p>The latter then saw the countess seated on the ground +between<br> + Genevieve's legs. The peasant-girl, armed with a huge horn comb, +was<br> + giving her whole attention to the work of disentangling the long +black<br> + hair of the poor countess, who was uttering little stifled +cries,<br> + expressive of some instinctive sense of pleasure. Monsieur +d'Albon<br> + shuddered as he saw the utter abandonment of the body, the +careless<br> + animal ease which revealed in the hapless woman a total absence +of<br> + soul.</p> + +<p>"Philippe, Philippe!" he muttered, "the past horrors are +nothing!--Is<br> + there no hope?" he asked.</p> + +<p>The old physician raised his eyes to heaven.</p> + +<p>"Adieu, monsieur," said the marquis, pressing his hand. "My +friend is<br> + expecting me. He will soon come to you."</p> + +<p>"Then it was really she!" cried de Sucy at d'Albon's first +words. "Ah!<br> + I still doubted it," he added, a few tears falling from his +eyes,<br> + which were habitually stern.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it is the Comtesse de Vandieres," replied the +marquis.</p> + +<p>The colonel rose abruptly from his bed and began to dress.</p> + +<p>"Philippe!" cried his friend, "are you mad?"</p> + +<p>"I am no longer ill," replied the colonel, simply. "This news +has<br> + quieted my suffering. What pain can I feel when I think of +Stephanie?<br> + I am going to the Bons-Hommes, to see her, speak to her, cure +her. She<br> + is free. Well, happiness will smile upon us--or Providence is +not in<br> + this world. Think you that that poor woman could hear my voice +and not<br> + recover reason?"</p> + +<p>"She has already seen you and not recognized you," said his +friend,<br> + gently, for he felt the danger of Philippe's excited hopes, and +tried<br> + to cast a salutary doubt upon them.</p> + +<p>The colonel quivered; then he smiled, and made a motion of<br> + incredulity. No one dared to oppose his wish, and within a very +short<br> + time he reached the old priory.</p> + +<p>"Where is she?" he cried, on arriving.</p> + +<p>"Hush!" said her uncle, "she is sleeping. See, here she +is."</p> + +<p>Philippe then saw the poor insane creature lying on a bench in +the<br> + sun. Her head was protected from the heat by a forest of hair +which<br> + fell in tangled locks over her face. Her arms hung gracefully to +the<br> + ground; her body lay easily posed like that of a doe; her feet +were<br> + folded under her without effort; her bosom rose and fell at +regular<br> + intervals; her skin, her complexion, had that porcelain +whiteness,<br> + which we admire so much in the clear transparent faces of +children.<br> + Standing motionless beside her, Genevieve held in her hand a +branch<br> + which Stephanie had doubtless climbed a tall poplar to obtain, +and the<br> + poor idiot was gently waving it above her sleeping companion, to +chase<br> + away the flies and cool the atmosphere.</p> + +<p>The peasant-woman gazed at Monsieur Fanjat and the colonel; +then, like<br> + an animal which recognizes its master, she turned her head +slowly to<br> + the countess, and continued to watch her, without giving any +sign of<br> + surprise or intelligence. The air was stifling; the stone +bench<br> + glittered in the sunlight; the meadow exhaled to heaven those +impish<br> + vapors which dance and dart above the herbage like silvery dust; +but<br> + Genevieve seemed not to feel this all-consuming heat.</p> + +<p>The colonel pressed the hand of the doctor violently in his +own. Tears<br> + rolled from his eyes along his manly cheeks, and fell to the +earth at<br> + the feet of his Stephanie.</p> + +<p>"Monsieur," said the uncle, "for two years past, my heart is +broken<br> + day by day. Soon you will be like me. You may not always weep, +but you<br> + will always feel your sorrow."</p> + +<p>The two men understood each other; and again, pressing each +other's<br> + hands, they remained motionless, contemplating the exquisite +calmness<br> + which sleep had cast upon that graceful creature. From time to +time<br> + she gave a sigh, and that sigh, which had all the semblance +of<br> + sensibilities, made the unhappy colonel tremble with hope.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" said Monsieur Fanjat, "do not deceive yourself, +monsieur;<br> + there is no meaning in her sigh."</p> + +<p>Those who have ever watched for hours with delight the sleep +of one<br> + who is tenderly beloved, whose eyes will smile to them at +waking, can<br> + understand the sweet yet terrible emotion that shook the +colonel's<br> + soul. To him, this sleep was an illusion; the waking might be +death,<br> + death in its most awful form. Suddenly, a little goat jumped in +three<br> + bounds to the bench, and smelt at Stephanie, who waked at the +sound.<br> + She sprang to her feet, but so lightly that the movement did +not<br> + frighten the freakish animal; then she caught sight of Philippe, +and<br> + darted away, followed by her four-footed friend, to a hedge of +elders;<br> + there she uttered the same little cry like a frightened bird, +which<br> + the two men had heard near the other gate. Then she climbed an +acacia,<br> + and nestling into its tufted top, she watched the stranger with +the<br> + inquisitive attention of the forest birds.</p> + +<p>"Adieu, adieu, adieu," she said, without the soul +communicating one<br> + single intelligent inflexion to the word.</p> + +<p>It was uttered impassively, as the bird sings his note.</p> + +<p>"She does not recognize me!" cried the colonel, in +despair.<br> + "Stephanie! it is Philippe, thy Philippe, PHILIPPE!"</p> + +<p>And the poor soldier went to the acacia; but when he was a few +steps<br> + from it, the countess looked at him, as if defying him, although +a<br> + slight expression of fear seemed to flicker in her eye; then, +with a<br> + single bound she sprang from the acacia to a laburnum, and +thence to a<br> + Norway fir, where she darted from branch to branch with +extraordinary<br> + agility.</p> + +<p>"Do not pursue her," said Monsieur Fanjat to the colonel, "or +you will<br> + arouse an aversion which might become insurmountable. I will +help you<br> + to tame her and make her come to you. Let us sit on this bench. +If you<br> + pay no attention to her, she will come of her own accord to +examine<br> + you."</p> + +<p>"SHE! not to know me! to flee me!" repeated the colonel, +seating<br> + himself on a bench with his back to a tree that shaded it, and +letting<br> + his head fall upon his breast.</p> + +<p>The doctor said nothing. Presently, the countess came gently +down the<br> + fir-tree, letting herself swing easily on the branches, as the +wind<br> + swayed them. At each branch she stopped to examine the stranger; +but<br> + seeing him motionless, she at last sprang to the ground and +came<br> + slowly towards him across the grass. When she reached a tree +about ten<br> + feet distant, against which she leaned, Monsieur Fanjat said to +the<br> + colonel in a low voice,--</p> + +<p>"Take out, adroitly, from my right hand pocket some lumps of +sugar you<br> + will feel there. Show them to her, and she will come to us. I +will<br> + renounce in your favor my sole means of giving her pleasure. +With<br> + sugar, which she passionately loves, you will accustom her to +approach<br> + you, and to know you again."</p> + +<p>"When she was a woman," said Philippe, sadly, "she had no +taste for<br> + sweet things."</p> + +<p>When the colonel showed her the lump of sugar, holding it +between the<br> + thumb and forefinger of his right hand, she again uttered her +little<br> + wild cry, and sprang toward him; then she stopped, struggling +against<br> + the instinctive fear he caused her; she looked at the sugar and +turned<br> + away her head alternately, precisely like a dog whose master +forbids<br> + him to touch his food until he has said a letter of the alphabet +which<br> + he slowly repeats. At last the animal desire triumphed over +fear.<br> + Stephanie darted to Philippe, cautiously putting out her little +brown<br> + hand to seize the prize, touched the fingers of her poor lover +as she<br> + snatched the sugar, and fled away among the trees. This dreadful +scene<br> + overcame the colonel; he burst into tears and rushed into the +house.</p> + +<p>"Has love less courage than friendship?" Monsieur Fanjat said +to him.<br> + "I have some hope, Monsieur le baron. My poor niece was in a far +worse<br> + state than that in which you now find her."</p> + +<p>"How was that possible?" cried Philippe.</p> + +<p>"She went naked," replied the doctor.</p> + +<p>The colonel made a gesture of horror and turned pale. The +doctor saw<br> + in that sudden pallor alarming symptoms; he felt the colonel's +pulse,<br> + found him in a violent fever, and half persuaded, half compelled +him<br> + to go to bed. Then he gave him a dose of opium to ensure a calm +sleep.</p> + +<p>Eight days elapsed, during which Colonel de Sucy struggled +against<br> + mortal agony; tears no longer came to his eyes. His soul, +often<br> + lacerated, could not harden itself to the sight of +Stephanie's<br> + insanity; but he covenanted, so to speak, with his cruel +situation,<br> + and found some assuaging of his sorrow. He had the courage to +slowly<br> + tame the countess by bringing her sweetmeats; he took such pains +in<br> + choosing them, and he learned so well how to keep the little +conquests<br> + he sought to make upon her instincts--that last shred of her +intellect<br> + --that he ended by making her much TAMER than she had ever +been.</p> + +<p>Every morning he went into the park, and if, after searching +for her<br> + long, he could not discover on what tree she was swaying, nor +the<br> + covert in which she crouched to play with a bird, nor the roof +on<br> + which she might have clambered, he would whistle the well-known +air of<br> + "Partant pour la Syrie," to which some tender memory of their +love<br> + attached. Instantly, Stephanie would run to him with the +lightness of<br> + a fawn. She was now so accustomed to see him, that he frightened +her<br> + no longer. Soon she was willing to sit upon his knee, and clasp +him<br> + closely with her thin and agile arm. In that attitude--so dear +to<br> + lovers!--Philippe would feed her with sugarplums. Then, having +eaten<br> + those that he gave her, she would often search his pockets +with<br> + gestures that had all the mechanical velocity of a monkey's +motions.<br> + When she was very sure there was nothing more, she looked at +Philippe<br> + with clear eyes, without ideas, with recognition. Then she would +play<br> + with him, trying at times to take off his boots to see his +feet,<br> + tearing his gloves, putting on his hat; she would even let him +pass<br> + his hands through her hair, and take her in his arms; she +accepted,<br> + but without pleasure, his ardent kisses. She would look at +him<br> + silently, without emotion, when his tears flowed; but she +always<br> + understood his "Partant pour la Syrie," when he whistled it, +though he<br> + never succeeded in teaching her to say her own name +Stephanie.</p> + +<p>Philippe was sustained in his agonizing enterprise by hope, +which<br> + never abandoned him. When, on fine autumn mornings, he found +the<br> + countess sitting peacefully on a bench, beneath a poplar now<br> + yellowing, the poor lover would sit at her feet, looking into +her eyes<br> + as long as she would let him, hoping ever that the light that +was in<br> + them would become intelligent. Sometimes the thought deluded him +that<br> + he saw those hard immovable rays softening, vibrating, living, +and he<br> + cried out,--</p> + +<p>"Stephanie! Stephanie! thou hearest me, thou seest me!"</p> + +<p>But she listened to that cry as to a noise, the soughing of +the wind<br> + in the tree-tops, or the lowing of the cow on the back of which +she<br> + climbed. Then the colonel would wring his hands in +despair,--despair<br> + that was new each day.</p> + +<p>One evening, under a calm sky, amid the silence and peace of +that<br> + rural haven, the doctor saw, from a distance, that the colonel +was<br> + loading his pistols. The old man felt then that the young man +had<br> + ceased to hope; he felt the blood rushing to his heart, and if +he<br> + conquered the vertigo that threatened him, it was because he +would<br> + rather see his niece living and mad than dead. He hastened +up.</p> + +<p>"What are you doing?" he said.</p> + +<p>"That is for me," replied the colonel, pointing to a pistol +already<br> + loaded, which was lying on the bench; "and this is for her," he +added,<br> + as he forced the wad into the weapon he held.</p> + +<p>The countess was lying on the ground beside him, playing with +the<br> + balls.</p> + +<p>"Then you do not know," said the doctor, coldly, concealing +his<br> + terror, "that in her sleep last night she called you: +Philippe!"</p> + +<p>"She called me!" cried the baron, dropping his pistol, which +Stephanie<br> + picked up. He took it from her hastily, caught up the one that +was on<br> + the bench, and rushed away.</p> + +<p>"Poor darling!" said the doctor, happy in the success of his +lie. He<br> + pressed the poor creature to his breast, and continued speaking +to<br> + himself: "He would have killed thee, selfish man! because he +suffers.<br> + He does not love thee for thyself, my child! But we forgive, do +we<br> + not? He is mad, out of his senses, but thou art only senseless. +No,<br> + God alone should call thee to Him. We think thee unhappy, we +pity thee<br> + because thou canst not share our sorrows, fools that we +are!--But," he<br> + said, sitting down and taking her on his knee, "nothing troubles +thee;<br> + thy life is like that of a bird, of a fawn--"</p> + +<p>As he spoke she darted upon a young blackbird which was +hopping near<br> + them, caught it with a little note of satisfaction, strangled +it,<br> + looked at it, dead in her hand, and flung it down at the foot of +a<br> + tree without a thought.</p> + +<p>The next day, as soon as it was light, the colonel came down +into the<br> + gardens, and looked about for Stephanie,--he believed in the +coming<br> + happiness. Not finding her he whistled. When his darling came to +him,<br> + he took her on his arm; they walked together thus for the first +time,<br> + and he led her within a group of trees, the autumn foliage of +which<br> + was dropping to the breeze. The colonel sat down. Of her own +accord<br> + Stephanie placed herself on his knee. Philippe trembled with +joy.</p> + +<p>"Love," he said, kissing her hands passionately, "I am +Philippe."</p> + +<p>She looked at him with curiosity.</p> + +<p>"Come," he said, pressing her to him, "dost thou feel my +heart? It has<br> + beaten for thee alone. I love thee ever. Philippe is not dead; +he is<br> + not dead, thou art on him, in his arms. Thou art MY Stephanie; I +am<br> + thy Philippe."</p> + +<p>"Adieu," she said, "adieu."</p> + +<p>The colonel quivered, for he fancied he saw his own +excitement<br> + communicated to his mistress. His heart-rending cry, drawn from +him by<br> + despair, that last effort of an eternal love, of a delirious +passion,<br> + was successful, the mind of his darling was awaking.</p> + +<p>"Ah! Stephanie! Stephanie! we shall yet be happy."</p> + +<p>She gave a cry of satisfaction, and her eyes brightened with a +flash<br> + of vague intelligence.</p> + +<p>"She knows me!--Stephanie!"</p> + +<p>His heart swelled; his eyelids were wet with tears. Then, +suddenly,<br> + the countess showed him a bit of sugar she had found in his +pocket<br> + while he was speaking to her. He had mistaken for human thought +the<br> + amount of reason required for a monkey's trick. Philippe dropped +to<br> + the ground unconscious. Monsieur Fanjat found the countess +sitting on<br> + the colonel's body. She was biting her sugar, and testifying +her<br> + pleasure by pretty gestures and affectations with which, had she +her<br> + reason, she might have imitated her parrot or her cat.</p> + +<p>"Ah! my friend," said Philippe, when he came to his senses, "I +die<br> + every day, every moment! I love too well! I could still bear +all, if,<br> + in her madness, she had kept her woman's nature. But to see her +always<br> + a savage, devoid even of modesty, to see her--"</p> + +<p>"You want opera madness, do you? something picturesque and +pleasing,"<br> + said the doctor, bitterly. "Your love and your devotion yield +before a<br> + prejudice. Monsieur, I have deprived myself for your sake of the +sad<br> + happiness of watching over my niece; I have left to you the +pleasure<br> + of playing with her; I have kept for myself the heaviest cares. +While<br> + you have slept, I have watched, I have-- Go, monsieur, go! +abandon<br> + her! leave this sad refuge. I know how to live with that dear +darling<br> + creature; I comprehend her madness, I watch her gestures, I know +her<br> + secrets. Some day you will thank me for thus sending you +away."</p> + +<p>The colonel left the old monastery, never to return but once. +The<br> + doctor was horrified when he saw the effect he had produced upon +his<br> + guest, whom he now began to love when he saw him thus. Surely, +if<br> + either of the two lovers were worthy of pity, it was Philippe; +did he<br> + not bear alone the burden of their dreadful sorrow?</p> + +<p>After the colonel's departure the doctor kept himself informed +about<br> + him; he learned that the miserable man was living on an estate +near<br> + Saint-Germain. In truth, the baron, on the faith of a dream, +had<br> + formed a project which he believed would yet restore the mind of +his<br> + darling. Unknown to the doctor, he spent the rest of the autumn +in<br> + preparing for his enterprise. A little river flowed through his +park<br> + and inundated during the winter the marshes on either side of +it,<br> + giving it some resemblance to the Beresina. The village of +Satout, on<br> + the heights above, closed in, like Studzianka, the scene of +horror.<br> + The colonel collected workmen to deepen the banks, and by the +help of<br> + his memory, he copied in his park the shore where General +Eble<br> + destroyed the bridge. He planted piles, and made buttresses and +burned<br> + them, leaving their charred and blackened ruins, standing in the +water<br> + from shore to shore. Then he gathered fragments of all kinds, +like<br> + those of which the raft was built. He ordered dilapidated +uniforms and<br> + clothing of every grade, and hired hundreds of peasants to wear +them;<br> + he erected huts and cabins for the purpose of burning them. In +short,<br> + he forgot nothing that might recall that most awful of all +scenes, and<br> + he succeeded.</p> + +<p>Toward the last of December, when the snow had covered with +its thick,<br> + white mantle all his imitative preparations, he recognized +the<br> + Beresina. This false Russia was so terribly truthful, that +several of<br> + his army comrades recognized the scene of their past misery at +once.<br> + Monsieur de Sucy took care to keep secret the motive for this +tragic<br> + imitation, which was talked of in several Parisian circles as a +proof<br> + of insanity.</p> + +<p>Early in January, 1820, the colonel drove in a carriage, the +very<br> + counterpart of the one in which he had driven the Comte and +Comtesse<br> + de Vandieres from Moscow to Studzianka. The horses, too, were +like<br> + those he had gone, at the peril of his life, to fetch from the +Russian<br> + outposts. He himself wore the soiled fantastic clothing, the +same<br> + weapons, as on the 29th of November, 1812. He had let his beard +grow,<br> + also his hair, which was tangled and matted, and his face +was<br> + neglected, so that nothing might be wanting to represent the +awful<br> + truth.</p> + +<p>"I can guess your purpose," cried Monsieur Fanjat, when he saw +the<br> + colonel getting out of the carriage. "If you want to succeed, do +not<br> + let my niece see you in that equipage. To-night I will give her +opium.<br> + During her sleep, we will dress her as she was at Studzianka, +and<br> + place her in the carriage. I will follow you in another +vehicle."</p> + +<p>About two in the morning, the sleeping countess was placed in +the<br> + carriage and wrapped in heavy coverings. A few peasants with +torches<br> + lighted up this strange abduction. Suddenly, a piercing cry +broke the<br> + silence of the night. Philippe and the doctor turned, and +saw<br> + Genevieve coming half-naked from the ground-floor room in which +she<br> + slept.</p> + +<p>"Adieu, adieu! all is over, adieu!" she cried, weeping hot +tears.</p> + +<p>"Genevieve, what troubles you?" asked the doctor.</p> + +<p>Genevieve shook her head with a motion of despair, raised her +arm to<br> + heaven, looked at the carriage, uttering a long-drawn moan with +every<br> + sign of the utmost terror; then she returned to her room +silently.</p> + +<p>"That is a good omen!" cried the colonel. "She feels she is to +lose<br> + her companion. Perhaps she SEES that Stephanie will recover +her<br> + reason."</p> + +<p>"God grant it!" said Monsieur Fanjat, who himself was affected +by the<br> + incident.</p> + +<p>Ever since he had made a close study of insanity, the good man +had met<br> + with many examples of the prophetic faculty and the gift of +second<br> + sight, proofs of which are frequently given by alienated minds, +and<br> + which may also be found, so travellers say, among certain tribes +of<br> + savages.</p> + +<p>As the colonel had calculated, Stephanie crossed the +fictitious plain<br> + of the Beresina at nine o'clock in the morning, when she was +awakened<br> + by a cannon shot not a hundred yards from the spot where the<br> + experiment was to be tried. This was a signal. Hundreds of +peasants<br> + made a frightful clamor like that on the shore of the river +that<br> + memorable night, when twenty thousand stragglers were doomed to +death<br> + or slavery by their own folly.</p> + +<p>At the cry, at the shot, the countess sprang from the +carriage, and<br> + ran, with delirious emotion, over the snow to the banks of the +river;<br> + she saw the burned bivouacs and the charred remains of the +bridge, and<br> + the fatal raft, which the men were launching into the icy waters +of<br> + the Beresina. The major, Philippe, was there, striking back the +crowd<br> + with his sabre. Madame de Vandieres gave a cry, which went to +all<br> + hearts, and threw herself before the colonel, whose heart beat +wildly.<br> + She seemed to gather herself together, and, at first, looked +vaguely<br> + at the singular scene. For an instant, as rapid as the +lightning's<br> + flash, her eyes had that lucidity, devoid of mind, which we +admire in<br> + the eye of birds; then passing her hand across her brow with the +keen<br> + expression of one who meditates, she contemplated the living +memory of<br> + a past scene spread before her, and, turning quickly to +Philippe, she<br> + SAW HIM. An awful silence reigned in the crowd. The colonel +gasped,<br> + but dared not speak; the doctor wept. Stephanie's sweet face +colored<br> + faintly; then, from tint to tint, it returned to the brightness +of<br> + youth, till it glowed with a beautiful crimson. Life and +happiness,<br> + lighted by intelligence, came nearer and nearer like a +conflagration.<br> + Convulsive trembling rose from her feet to her heart. Then +these<br> + phenomena seemed to blend in one as Stephanie's eyes cast forth +a<br> + celestial ray, the flame of a living soul. She lived, she +thought! She<br> + shuddered, with fear perhaps, for God himself unloosed that +silent<br> + tongue, and cast anew His fires into that long-extinguished +soul.<br> + Human will came with its full electric torrent, and vivified the +body<br> + from which it had been driven.</p> + +<p>"Stephanie!" cried the colonel.</p> + +<p>"Oh! it is Philippe," said the poor countess.</p> + +<p>She threw herself into the trembling arms that the colonel +held out to<br> + her, and the clasp of the lovers frightened the spectators. +Stephanie<br> + burst into tears. Suddenly her tears stopped, she stiffened as +though<br> + the lightning had touched her, and said in a feeble voice,--</p> + +<p>"Adieu, Philippe; I love thee, adieu!"</p> + +<p>"Oh! she is dead," cried the colonel, opening his arms.</p> + +<p>The old doctor received the inanimate body of his niece, +kissed it as<br> + though he were a young man, and carrying it aside, sat down with +it<br> + still in his arms on a pile of wood. He looked at the countess +and<br> + placed his feeble trembling hand upon her heart. That heart no +longer<br> + beat.</p> + +<p>"It is true," he said, looking up at the colonel, who +stood<br> + motionless, and then at Stephanie, on whom death was placing +that<br> + resplendent beauty, that fugitive halo, which is, perhaps, a +pledge of<br> + the glorious future--"Yes, she is dead."</p> + +<p>"Ah! that smile," cried Philippe, "do you see that smile? Can +it be<br> + true?"</p> + +<p>"She is turning cold," replied Monsieur Fanjat.</p> + +<p>Monsieur de Sucy made a few steps to tear himself away from +the sight;<br> + but he stopped, whistled the air that Stephanie had known, and +when<br> + she did not come to him, went on with staggering steps like a +drunken<br> + man, still whistling, but never turning back.</p> + +<p>General Philippe de Sucy was thought in the social world to be +a very<br> + agreeable man, and above all a very gay one. A few days ago, a +lady<br> + complimented him on his good humor, and the charming equability +of his<br> + nature.</p> + +<p>"Ah! madame," he said, "I pay dear for my liveliness in my +lonely<br> + evenings."</p> + +<p>"Are you ever alone?" she said.</p> + +<p>"No," he replied smiling.</p> + +<p>If a judicious observer of human nature could have seen at +that moment<br> + the expression on the Comte de Sucy's face, he would perhaps +have<br> + shuddered.</p> + +<p>"Why don't you marry?" said the lady, who had several +daughters at<br> + school. "You are rich, titled, and of ancient lineage; you +have<br> + talents, and a great future before you; all things smile upon +you."</p> + +<p>"Yes," he said, "but a smile kills me."</p> + +<p>The next day the lady heard with great astonishment that +Monsieur de<br> + Sucy had blown his brains out during the night. The upper ranks +of<br> + society talked in various ways over this extraordinary event, +and each<br> + person looked for the cause of it. According to the proclivities +of<br> + each reasoner, play, love, ambition, hidden disorders, and +vices,<br> + explained the catastrophe, the last scene of a drama begun in +1812.<br> + Two men alone, a marquis and former deputy, and an aged +physician,<br> + knew that Philippe de Sucy was one of those strong men to whom +God has<br> + given the unhappy power of issuing daily in triumph from awful +combats<br> + which they fight with an unseen monster. If, for a moment, +God<br> + withdraws from such men His all-powerful hand, they succumb.</p> + +<h3><br> + ADDENDUM</h3> + +<p>The following personage appears in other stories of the Human +Comedy.</p> + +<p>Note: Adieu is also entitled Farewell.</p> + +<p>Granville, Vicomte de<br> + The Gondreville Mystery<br> + A Second Home<br> + Farewell (Adieu)<br> + Cesar Birotteau<br> + Scenes from a Courtesan's Life<br> + A Daughter of Eve<br> + Cousin Pons</p> + + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Adieu, by Honore de Balzac + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ADIEU *** + +This file should be named adieu10h.htm or adieu10h.zip +Corrected EDITIONS of our eBooks get a new NUMBER, adieu11h.htm +VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, adieu11ah.htm + +Produced by Walter Debeuf + +Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US +unless a copyright notice is included. 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