"I could no longer tear myself away from that quiet country
neighborhood, bound to it as I was by a thousand links of love
for its soft and
sweeping landscapes. At this farm I was out of
the world, far removed from everything, but in close proximity to
the soil, the good,
healthy, beautiful green soil. And, must I
avow it, there was something besides
curiosity which retained me
at the
residence of Mother Lecacheur. I wished to become
acquainted a little with this strange Miss Harriet, and to learn
what passes in the
solitary souls of those wandering old, English
dames.
II.
"We became acquainted in a rather
singular manner. I had just
finished a study which appeared to me to display
genius and
power; as it must have, since it was sold for ten thousand
francs, fifteen years later. It was as simple, however, as that
two and two make four, and had nothing to do with
academic rules.
The whole of the right side of my
canvas represented a rock, an
enormous rock, covered with sea-wrack, brown, yellow, and red,
across which the sun poured like a
stream of oil. The light,
without which one could see the stars concealed in the
background, fell upon the stone, and gilded it as if with fire.
That was all. A first
stupid attempt at
dealing with light, with
burning rays, with the sublime.
"On the left was the sea, not the blue sea, the slate-colored
sea, but a sea of jade, as
greenish, milky, and thick as the
overcast sky.
"I was so pleased with my work that I danced from sheer delight
as I carried it back to the inn. I wished that the whole world
could have seen it at one and the same moment. I can remember
that I showed it to a cow, which was browsing by the wayside,
exclaiming, at the same time: 'Look at that, my old beauty; you
will not often see its like again.'
"When I had reached the front of the house, I immediately called
out to Mother Lecacheur, shouting with all my might:
" 'Ohe! Ohe! my
mistress, come here and look at this.'
"The
rusticadvanced and looked at my work with
stupid eyes,
which
distinguished nothing, and did not even recognize whether
the picture was the
representation of an ox or a house.
"Miss Harriet came into the house, and passed in rear of me just
at the moment when,
holding out my
canvas at arm's length, I was
exhibiting it to the
female innkeeper. The 'demoniac' could not
help but see it, for I took care to
exhibit the thing in such a
way that it could not escape her notice. She stopped
abruptly and
stood
motionless, stupefied. It was her rock which was depicted,
the one which she usually climbed to dream away her time
undisturbed.
"She uttered a British 'Oh,' which was at once so accentuated and
so
flattering, that I turned round to her, smiling, and said:
"This is my last work, Mademoiselle.'
"She murmured ecstatically, comically, and tenderly:
" 'Oh! Monsieur, you must understand what it is to have a
palpitation.'
"I colored up, of course, and was more excited by that compliment
than if it had come from a queen. I was seduced, conquered,
vanquished. I could have embraced her--upon my honor.
"I took my seat at the table beside her, as I had always done.
For the first time, she spoke, drawling out in a loud voice:
" 'Oh! I love nature so much.'
"I offered her some bread, some water, some wine. She now
accepted these with the
vacant smile of a mummy. I then began to
converse with her about the scenery.
"After the meal, we rose from the table together and walked
leisurely across the court; then, attracted by the fiery glow
which the
setting sun cast over the surface of the sea, I opened
the outside gate which faced in the direction of the Falaise, and
we walked on side by side, as satisfied as any two persons could
be who have just
learned to understand and
penetrate each other's
motives and feelings.
"It was a misty, relaxing evening, one of those enjoyable
evenings which
impart happiness to mind and body alike. All is
joy, all is charm. The
luscious and balmy air, loaded with the