Rose was to have a holiday the next day. We arranged that she should come with the trap from the farm, the first thing in the morning, to fetch me.
We start at six o'clock. The harness-bells tinkle1 gaily2 to the heavy trot3 of the big horse; and we laugh as we are jolted4 violently one against the other. We drive through the villages, those happy Normandy villages where everything seems eloquent5 of the richness of the soil. They are still asleep, the white curtains are drawn6 and the geraniums on the window-ledges alone are awake in all their glowing bloom. A faint haze8 veils the fields and imparts to things a soft warmth of tone that makes them more soothing9 to the eyes. The sun rises and we see the breath of earth shimmer10 in its first rays.
We have never yet been for a whole day's outing together; everything is new in my new pleasure. I look at Rose beside me. I had wanted her to put
on her peasant clothes; and I find her beautiful in her scanty11 garb12 in the cool morning air.
We follow the long hog's-back that commands a view of the whole country round. Here and there, tiny villages float like islands of green amid the wide plains. A row of poplars lines the way on either side. Their yellow leaves quiver and rustle13 in the breeze. The rooks stand out harshly against the white road. And the mist, which is beginning to lift in places, reveals a deep-blue sky.
The keen air that enters my throat and makes my mouth cold as ice tells me of the smile that flickers14 over my face; and my pleasure is heightened by the sight of my happiness. A woman sees herself anew in everything that she beholds15; life is her perpetual looking-glass. In our memory, the flowers in a hat often mingle16 with those along the road; and sometimes the muslin of a dress enfolds the recollection of our gravest emotions.
O femininity, sublime17 and ridiculous, wise and foolish! Never shall I weary of surprising its movements and variations deep down in my being! How it fascinates me in all its shades and forms! I let it play with my destiny as much from reason as from love, for we know that nothing can subdue18 it. I
worship it in myself, I worship it in all of us! It may exhaust us in the performance of superhuman tasks, it may let us merely dally20 with the delight of being beautiful, it may chain us to our bodies or deliver us from their tyranny, it may adorn21 life or give it, enrich it or kill it: always and everywhere it arouses my eager interest. Ever unexpected and changeful, it floats in front of our woman's souls like a gracious veil that draws, unites and yet separates....
The even motion of the trap lulls22 my dreams and we drive on, in the midst of the plains, the fields and the woods. We pass through a dense23 flock of sheep. The warm round backs, the gentle, anxious faces push and hustle24, while the thousand slender legs mingle and raise clouds of dust along the roadside. The timid voices bleat25 through space; and a pungent26 scent27 fills our nostrils28. We are now going down into the valley. The village appears, among the trees: a cluster of red and grey roofs; little narrow gardens; white clothes hung out and fluttering in the sunlight. Beyond are broad meadows dotted with peaceful cows and streaked30 with running brooks31. There, just in the middle, a factory displays its grimy buildings. It is an eye-sore, but
it leaves the mind unscathed. Does it not represent definite and deliberate activity amid the unconsciousness of nature?...
At this moment, Rose turns towards me; and I seem to read a sadness in her eyes:
"What are you thinking of?" I ask.
"I am thinking that I should like to go away altogether and that we have to be back tonight."
I kissed her and laughed.
"My darling, you must live and be happy in the present: there is plenty of room there."
We arrived at the country-house to which I was taking her. Pretty women in delicate morning-wraps were eagerly awaiting us on the steps, while some of the men, attracted by the sound of our wheels, leant out from a window to see my pretty Rose. There was a general cry of admiration32:
"Why, she's magnificent!"
We stepped out of the trap and I pushed Rose towards the party, with whispered words of encouragement; but, suddenly bending forward, with her feet wide apart, her arms-swinging and her cheeks on fire, she dips here and there in a series of awkward bows....
They were kind enough not to laugh; and I led the girl through the great, cool echoing rooms, multiplied by the mirrors and filled with marvels33....
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The sun streams through the immense, wide-open windows; and the harmony of the ancient park mingles34 with that of the silk hangings and the old furniture. The fallen leaves sprinkle tears of gold upon the deep green of the lawns. The soft-flowing river welcomes with a quiver the perfect beauty of the skies; rare shrubs35 and delicate flowers set here and there sheaves and garlands of joy; and the golden sand of the paths accentuates36 the variety of the colours. On the hill opposite, a wood gilded37 by the autumn seems to be lying down like some huge animal; in the distance, the tree-tops are so close together that one could imagine a giant hand stroking its tawny38 fur. On either side of the tall bow-windows, the scarlet39 satin of the curtains falls in long, straight folds.
Let us be in a palace or a hovel, in a museum or an hotel: is not our attention always first claimed by the window? However little it reveals, that little
still means light and life, amid our admiration of the rare or our indifference40 to the ordinary. The windows represent all the independence, hope and strength of the little souls behind them; and I believe that I love them chiefly because they were the confidants and friends of my early years, when, as an idle, questioning little girl, I would stand with my hands clasped in front of me and my forehead glued to the panes41. My childhood spent at those windows was a picture of patient waiting.
Often they come back to me, the windows of that big house in a provincial42 town, on one side lighted up and beautiful with the beauty of the gay garden on which their lace-veiled casements43 opened, on the other a little dark and lone7, as though listening to the voice and the dreary44 illusion of the church which they enframe....
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The current of my life, diverted for a moment, returned to the present and, as always, it swelled45 with the gladness that rises to our hearts whenever chance conjures46 up a past whose chains we have shattered.
Happier and lighter47 at heart, I continued with
Rose my visit to the galleries, the gardens and the hot-houses. The luncheon48 passed off well. Rose was quite at ease and suggested in that elegant setting a stage shepherdess, whose beauty transfigured the simplest clothes. A silk kerchief with a bright pattern of flowers is folded loosely round her neck; her chemisette and skirt are freshly washed and ironed, her hands well tended and her hair gracefully49 knotted. She introduces a striking and very charming note into the Empire dining-room. More than once, during lunch, I congratulated myself on not having yielded to the temptation to adorn her with the thousand absurd and cunning trifles that constitute our modern dress, for her little blunders of speech and movement found an excuse in her peasant's costume. Nevertheless, she answered intelligently the questions put to her on the treatment of cattle and the cultivation50 of the soil; and I had every reason to be proud of her. Her grave and reserved air charmed everybody. If she often grieves and disappoints me, is this not due more particularly to the absence of certain qualities which her beauty had wrongly led me to expect?
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Before taking our seats in the trap, we go for a stroll through the village. As we pass in front of the baker's, a splendid young fellow, naked to the waist, comes out of the house and stands in the doorway51. The flour with which his arms and his bronzed chest are sprinkled softens52 their modelling very prettily53. His sturdy neck, on which his head, the head of a young Roman, looks almost small, his straight nose, long eyes and narrow temples form a combination rarely seen in our district. I was pointing him out to Rose, when he called to her familiarly and congratulated her on visiting at the great house. I saw no movement of foolish vanity in her; on the contrary, there was great simplicity54 in her story of the drive and the lunch. I was pleased at this and told her so, later, when we were back in the trap.
"The poor fellow is afraid of anything that might take me from him," she said. "He must be very unhappy just now, for he has been imploring55 me for the last two years to marry him."
I gave her a questioning look; and she went on:
"I did not want to. I would rather end my days in poverty than languish56 for ever behind a counter.
Still, his love would perhaps have overcome my resistance, if I had not met you."
She leant over to kiss me. I returned her caress57, though I felt a little troubled, as I always do when I receive a positive proof of the way in which I have changed the course of her life. At the same time, I realised that her nature contained a sense of pride, in which till then I had believed her entirely58 deficient59. I remained thoughtful, but not astonished. We end by having opinions, on both men and things, which are so delicately jointed60 that they can constantly twist and turn without ever breaking.
Meanwhile, the horse was jogging peacefully along; we were going towards the sea, for I wanted to finish our holiday there. The willow-edged river followed our road; and we already saw the white sheen of the cliffs at the far end of the valley.
Soon we are passing through the little old town, where a few visitors are still staying for the bathing, though it is late in the season. At the inn, where we leave our horse and trap, they seem to think us a rather odd couple. I laugh at their amused faces, but Rose is embarrassed and hurries me away. All the dark and winding61 little streets lead to the sea. We divine its vastness and immensity beyond the
dusky lanes that give glimpses of it. In front of one of those luminous62 chinks, under a rounded archway, an old woman stands motionless; she is clad like the women of the Pays de Caux: a black dress gathered in thick pleats around the waist, a brown apron63 and a smooth, white cap flattened64 down over her forehead. Poor shrivelled life, whose features seem to have been harshly carved out of wood! She is like an interlude in the perfect harmony of things. I utter my admiration aloud, so that my Roseline's eyes may share it; and we pass under the archway.
We are now on the beach; the wind lashes65 our skirts and batters66 my large hat, which flaps around my face. For a more intimate enjoyment67 of the sea, we run to it through the glorious, exhilarating air which takes away our breath. Over yonder, a few people are gathered round a hideous68 building all decked out with bunting. It is the casino. We hasten in the opposite direction. On the patch of sand which the sea uncovers at low tide, some boys disturb the solitude69; but they are attractive in their fresh and nervous grace, with their slender legs, their energetic gestures and their as it were beardless voices. Their frolics stand out against the pale horizon like positive words in a blissful silence.
As we sat down on the shingle70, the sun facing us was still blinding; and I reflected that, when my eyes could endure its brilliancy, it would be like our human happiness, very near its end....
The excitement of the lunch at the big house has not yet passed off; and Rose laughs and is amused at everything. Has she to-day at last, by the contact of those happy, care-free lives, foreseen an approaching deliverance from hers? Of all the things that we have seen together, how much has she really observed? Has the test to which I tried to submit her to-day proved vain? As a guide to her impressions, I traced the outline of my own before her eyes. I questioned her. Then it seemed to me that, in bending my thoughts upon Rose, I saw her as we see our image in the water, with vaguer hues71 and less decided72 lines. The girl merely, from time to time, added a word expressing her contentment, a thought of her own; and to me it was as though a little sunbeam had played straight on the water and the image through the leafy branches....
Does this mean that we see here a mere19 reflection, an utterly73 hollow soul, into which the leavings of other souls enter naturally? If it seems to me, at this moment, to borrow light and blood from me,
is that a reason for thinking that it possesses neither sap nor sunshine? No, a thousand times no! True, I am the mother of her real life and she must, so to speak, pass through my soul before reaching hers. But, though we are of one mind, we are two distinct natures, two very different characters. It is a question not only of one creature attaching herself to another, but of an awakening74 and self-enquiring spirit, of a late and sudden development. Rose does not wish to copy me. Honestly and diligently75, she spells and lisps to me something like a new language, with the aid of which she will soon be able in her turn to express herself and to feel. There are moments when she seems to understand me perfectly76, even to my inmost thoughts; and I sometimes say to her:
"Where was she in the old days, the girl who understands me so well now? What did she do? Where did she live?..."
But where are all of us before the hour that reveals us to ourselves? And what manner of being would he be who had never undergone any influence or contact, who had never seen anything, felt anything? All impressions, whether of persons or things, come to us from without, but little by little
and so imperceptibly that there is never a day in our lives that may be called the day of awakening. And yet it exists for all of us, shredded77 into decisive and fugitive78 minutes throughout our lives. Imagine for an instant that we could gather them, put them together and place them all in the hands of one being who, with one movement, would scatter79 them all around us. Would not the change in our character, in our thoughts, in our feelings be very remarkable80? Would we not appear actually "possessed81" by that person, who, after all, would have been but the instrument of a natural reaction of all our inert82 forces?
Filled with these thoughts, I said to Roseline:
"Dearest, once your life is kindled83 into feeling and expression, I can no longer distinguish it, for it is absorbed in mine.... I shall soon be going away; and all that I shall know of you will be your beauty, your unhappiness and the tenderness of your heart."
Her great, innocent eyes, lifted to mine, asked:
"Is not that enough?"
And, almost ashamed of my doubts, I at once added:
"You shall come where I am; whatever happens, be sure that I will not desert you."
With an abrupt84 gesture, she flung her arms around me; and, as we looked into each other's eyes, the same mist rose before them. Was she at last about to accompany me into the depths of my soul?
My heart burns with the fire of this new and longed-for emotion; and I feel two crystal tears, two tears of sheer delight, slowly follow the curve of my cheeks. Rose's own sensibilities have been blunted for a time by her rough life; she does not yet know how to weep for happiness; and, almost frightened, she convulsively presses her clasped hands against her breast, as though she feared lest it should burst with the throbbing85 of her joy.
I placed my lips to the long golden lashes, I gathered the dear, timorous86 tears that seemed still uncertain which path to take; and, behind the veil of my kisses, they gushed87 forth88 without fear or shame.
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The setting sun was no more than a thin crimson89 streak29 on the dividing line of sky and sea; and the peaceful billows whispered mysteriously in the dusk that rose from every side.
It was time to go. When we were both standing90,
so frail91 and insignificant92 on the great empty beach, a wave of passionate93 gratitude94 overwhelmed both our hearts; and I at last believed that all nature—the sea, the meadows and the fields—had wrought95 its work of love and beauty in my Rose.
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