and sell them a little later. Monsieur de Chessel had told me that the
walnut-trees in the Brehemont, also those about Amboise and Vouvray,
were not
bearing. Walnut oil is in great demand in Touraine. Jacques
might get at least forty sous for the product of each tree, and as he
had two hundred the
amount was
considerable; he intended to spend it
on the
equipment of a pony. This wish led to a
discussion with his
father, who bade him think of the
uncertainty of such returns, and the
wisdom of creating a reserve fund for the years when the trees might
not bear, and so equalizing his resources. I felt what was passing
through the mother's mind as she sat by in silence; she rejoiced in
the way Jacques listened to his father, the father
seeming to recover
the
paternaldignity that was
lacking to him, thanks to the ideas
which she herself had prompted in him. Did I not tell you truly that
in picturing this woman
earthly language was
insufficient to render
either her
character or her spirit. When such scenes occurred my soul
drank in their delights without analyzing them; but now, with what
vigor they
detach themselves on the dark
background of my troubled
life! Like diamonds they shine against the settling of thoughts
degraded by alloy, of bitter regrets for a lost happiness. Why do the
names of the two
estates purchased after the Restoration, and in which
Monsieur and Madame de Mortsauf both took the deepest interest, the
Cassine and the Rhetoriere, move me more than the
sacred names of the
Holy Land or of Greece? "Who loves, knows!" cried La Fontaine. Those
names possess the talismanic power of words uttered under certain
constellations by seers; they explain magic to me; they awaken
sleeping forms which arise and speak to me; they lead me to the happy
valley; they recreate skies and
landscape. But such evocations are in
the regions of the
spiritual world; they pass in the silence of my own
soul. Be not surprised,
therefore, if I dwell on all these homely
scenes; the smallest details of that simple, almost common life are
ties which, frail as they may seem, bound me in closest union to the
countess.
The interests of her children gave Madame de Mortsauf almost as much
anxiety as their health. I soon saw the truth of what she had told me
as to her secret share in the
management of the family affairs, into
which I became slowly initiated. After ten years' steady effort Madame
de Mortsauf had changed the method of cultivating the
estate. She had
"put it in fours," as the
saying is in those parts, meaning the new
system under which wheat is sown every four years only, so as to make
the soil produce a different crop
yearly. To evade the obstinate
unwillingness of the peasantry it was found necessary to
cancel the
old leases and give new ones, to divide the
estate into four great
farms and let them on equal shares, the sort of lease that prevails in
Touraine and its
neighborhood. The owner of the
estate gives the
house, farm-buildings, and seed-grain to tenants-at-will, with whom he
divides the costs of
cultivation and the crops. This division is
superintended by an agent or bailiff, whose business it is to take the
share belonging to the owner; a
costlysystem,
complicated by the
market changes of values, which alter the
character of the shares
constantly. The
countess had induced Monsieur de Mortsauf to cultivate
a fifth farm, made up of the reserved lands about Clochegourde, as
much to occupy his mind as to show other farmers the
excellence of the
new method by the evidence of facts. Being thus, in a
hidden way, the
mistress of the
estate, she had slowly and with a woman's persistency
rebuilt two of the farm-houses on the principle of those in Artois and
Flanders. It is easy to see her
motive. She wished, after the
expiration of the leases on shares, to relet to
intelligent and
capable persons for rental in money, and thus
simplify the revenues of
Clochegourde. Fearing to die before her husband, she was
anxious to
secure for him a regular
income, and to her children a property which
no incapacity could jeopardize. At the present time the fruit-trees
planted during the last ten years were in full
bearing; the hedges,
which secured the boundaries from
dispute, were in good order; the
elms and poplars were growing well. With the new purchases and the new
farming
system well under way, the
estate of Clochegourde, divided
into four great farms, two of which still needed new houses, was
capable of bringing in forty thousand francs a year, ten thousand for
each farm, not counting the yield of the vineyards, and the two
hundred acres of
woodland which adjoined them, nor the profits of the