Ossian. Emilie fancied that she recognized her as a
distinguishedmilady who for some months had been living on a
neighboring estate.
Her
partner was a lad of about fifteen, with red hands, and dressed in
nankeen
trousers, a blue coat, and white shoes, which showed that the
damsel's love of dancing made her easy to please in the matter of
partners. Her movements did not
betray her
apparentdelicacy, but a
faint flush already tinged her white cheeks, and her
complexion was
gaining color. Mademoiselle de Fontaine went nearer, to be able to
examine the young lady at the moment when she returned to her place,
while the side couples in their turn danced the figure. But the
stranger went up to the pretty
dancer, and leaning over, said in a
gentle but commanding tone:
"Clara, my child, do not dance any more."
Clara made a little pouting face, bent her head, and finally smiled.
When the dance was over, the young man wrapped her in a cashmere shawl
with a lover's care, and seated her in a place sheltered from the
wind. Very soon Mademoiselle de Fontaine,
seeing them rise and walk
round the place as if preparing to leave, found means to follow them
under
pretence of admiring the views from the garden. Her brother lent
himself with
malicious good-humor to the divagations of her rather
eccentric
wanderings. Emilie then saw the
attractive couple get into
an
elegant tilbury, by which stood a mounted groom in
livery. At the
moment when, from his high seat, the young man was
drawing the reins
even, she caught a glance from his eye such as a man casts aimlessly
at the crowd; and then she enjoyed the
feeblesatisfaction of
seeinghim turn his head to look at her. The young lady did the same. Was it
from jealousy?
"I imagine you have now seen enough of the garden," said her brother.
"We may go back to the dancing."
"I am ready," said she. "Do you think the girl can be a relation of
Lady Dudley's?"
"Lady Dudley may have some male relation staying with her," said the
Baron de Fontaine; "but a young girl!--No!"
Next day Mademoiselle de Fontaine expressed a wish to take a ride.
Then she gradually accustomed her old uncle and her brothers to
escorting her in very early rides, excellent, she declared for her
health. She had a particular fancy for the environs of the hamlet
where Lady Dudley was living. Notwithstanding her
cavalry manoeuvres,
she did not meet the stranger so soon as the eager search she pursued
might have allowed her to hope. She went several times to the "Bal de
Sceaux" without
seeing the young Englishman who had dropped from the
skies to
pervade and
beautify her dreams. Though nothing spurs on a
young girl's
infantpassion so
effectually as an
obstacle, there was a
time when Mademoiselle de Fontaine was on the point of giving up her
strange and secret search, almost
despairing of the success of an
enterprise whose singularity may give some idea of the
boldness of her
temper. In point of fact, she might have
wandered long about the
village of Chatenay without meeting her Unknown. The fair Clara--since
that was the name Emilie had overheard--was not English, and the
stranger who escorted her did not dwell among the
flowery and fragrant
bowers of Chatenay.
One evening Emilie, out riding with her uncle, who, during the fine
weather, had gained a fairly long truce from the gout, met Lady
Dudley. The
distinguishedforeigner had with her in her open carriage
Monsieur Vandenesse. Emilie recognized the handsome couple, and her
suppositions were at once dissipated like a dream. Annoyed, as any
woman must be whose expectations are frustrated, she touched up her
horse so suddenly that her uncle had the greatest difficulty in
following her, she had set off at such a pace.
"I am too old, it would seem, to understand these
youthful spirits,"