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who would take the carriage back to Benassis' house. It was impossible



to drive to La Fosseuse's cottage, the pathway was too narrow. The

park-keeper happened to appear upon the scene, and helped Genestas out



of his difficulty, so that the officer and his adopted son were at

liberty to follow the mountain footpath that led to the trysting-



place.

"Would you not enjoy spending a year in running about in this lovely



country, Adrien? Learning to hunt and to ride a horse, instead of

growing pale over your books? Stay! look there!"



Adrien obediently glanced over the valley with languid indifference;

like all lads of his age, he cared nothing for the beauty of natural



scenery; so he only said, "You are very kind, father," without

checking his walk.



The invalid listlessness of this answer went to Genestas' heart; he

said no more to his son, and they reached La Fosseuse's house in



silence.

"You are punctual, commandant!" cried Benassis, rising from the wooden



bench where he was sitting.

But at the sight of Adrien he sat down again, and seemed for a while



to be lost in thought. In a leisurely fashion he scanned the lad's

sallow, weary face, not without admiring its delicate oval outlines,



one of the most noticeable characteristics of a noble head. The lad

was the living image of his mother. He had her olive complexion,



beautiful black eyes with a sad and thoughtful expression in them,

long hair, a head too energetic for the fragile body; all the peculiar



beauty of the Polish Jewess had been transmitted to her son.

"Do you sleep soundly, my little man?" Benassis asked him.



"Yes, sir."

"Let me see your knees; turn back your trousers."



Adrien reddened, unfastened his garters, and showed his knee to the

doctor, who felt it carefully over.



"Good. Now speak; shout, shout as loud as you can." Adrien obeyed.

"That will do. Now give me your hands."



The lad held them out; white, soft, and blue-veined hands, like those

of a woman.



"Where were you at school in Paris?"

"At Saint Louis."



"Did your master read his breviary during the night?"

"Yes, sir."



"So you did not go straight off to sleep?"

As Adrien made no answer to this, Genestas spoke. "The master is a



worthy priest; he advised me to take my little rascal away on the

score of his health," he told the doctor.



"Well," answered Benassis, with a clear, penetrating gaze into

Adrien's frightened eyes, "there is a good chance. Oh, we shall make a



man of him yet. We will live together like a pair of comrades, my boy!

We will keep early hours. I mean to show this boy of yours how to ride



a horse, commandant. He shall be put on a milk diet for a month or

two, so as to get his digestion into order again, and then I will take



out a shooting license for him, and put him in Butifer's hands, and

the two of them shall have some chamois-hunting. Give your son four or



five months of out-door life, and you will not know him again,

commandant! How delighted Butifer will be! I know the fellow; he will



take you over into Switzerland, my young friend; haul you over the

Alpine passes and up the mountain peaks, and add six inches to your



height in six months; he will put some color into your cheeks and

brace your nerves, and make you forget all these bad ways that you



have fallen into at school. And after that you can go back to your

work; and you will be a man some of these days. Butifer is an honest



young fellow. We can trust him with the money necessary for traveling

expenses and your hunting expeditions. The responsibility will keep



him steady for six months, and that will be a very good thing for

him."



Genestas' face brightened more and more at every word the doctor

spoke.



"Now, let us go in to breakfast. La Fosseuse is very anxious to see

you," said Benassis, giving Adrien a gentle tap on the cheek.



Genestas took the doctor's arm and drew him a little aside. "Then he

is not consumptive after all?" he asked.



"No more than you or I."

"Then what is the matter with him?"



"Pshaw!" answered Benassis; "he is a little run down, that is all."

La Fosseuse appeared on the threshold of the door, and Genestas



noticed, not without surprise, her simple but coquettish costume. This

was not the peasant girl of yesterday evening, but a graceful and






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