"Mademoiselle," said the young man, "you are quite mistaken.Naval men are not more exposed to danger than soldiers.Women ought not to dislike the navy; we sailors have a merit beyond that of the military, --we are faithful to our mistresses.""Oh, from necessity," replied Mademoiselle de Verneuil, laughing.
"But even so, it is fidelity," said Madame du Gua, in a deep voice.
The conversation grew lively, touching upon subjects that were interesting to none but the three travellers, for under such circumstances intelligent persons given new meanings to commonplace talk; but every word, insignificant as it might seem, was a mutual interrogation, hiding the desires, hopes, and passions which agitated them.Marie's cleverness and quick perception (for she was fully on her guard) showed Madame du Gua that calumny and treachery could alone avail to triumph over a rival as formidable through her intellect as by her beauty.The mail-coach presently overtook the escort, and then advanced more slowly.The young man, seeing a long hill before them, proposed to the young lady that they should walk.The friendly politeness of his offer decided her, and her consent flattered him.
"Is Madame of our opinion?" she said, turning to Madame du Gua."Will she walk, too?""Coquette!" said the lady to herself, as she left the coach.
Marie and the young man walked together, but a little apart.The sailor, full of ardent desires, was determined to break the reserve that checked him, of which, however, he was not the dupe.He fancied that he could succeed by dallying with the young lady in that tone of courteous amiability and wit, sometimes frivolous, sometimes serious, which characterized the men of the exiled aristocracy.But the smiling Parisian beauty parried him so mischievously, and rejected his frivolities with such disdain, evidently preferring the stronger ideas and enthusiasms which he betrayed from time to time in spite of himself, that he presently began to understand the true way of pleasing her.The conversation then changed.He realized the hopes her expressive face had given him; yet, as he did so, new difficulties arose, and he was still forced to suspend his judgment on a girl who seemed to take delight in thwarting him, a siren with whom he grew more and more in love.After yielding to the seduction of her beauty, he was still more attracted to her mysterious soul, with a curiosity which Marie perceived and took pleasure in exciting.Their intercourse assumed, insensibly, a character of intimacy far removed from the tone of indifference which Mademoiselle de Verneuil endeavored in vain to give to it.
Though Madame du Gua had followed the lovers, the latter had unconsciously walked so much more rapidly than she that a distance of several hundred feet soon separated them.The charming pair trod the fine sand beneath their feet, listening with childlike delight to the union of their footsteps, happy in being wrapped by the same ray of a sunshine that seemed spring-like, in breathing with the same breath autumnal perfumes laden with vegetable odors which seemed a nourishment brought by the breezes to their dawning love.Though to them it may have been a mere circumstance of their fortuitous meeting, yet the sky, the landscape, the season of the year, did communicate to their emotions a tinge of melancholy gravity which gave them an element of passion.They praised the weather and talked of its beauty;then of their strange encounter, of the coming rupture of an intercourse so delightful; of the ease with which, in travelling, friendships, lost as soon as made, are formed.After this last remark, the young man profited by what seemed to be a tacit permission to make a few tender confidences, and to risk an avowal of love like a man who was not unaccustomed to such situations.
"Have you noticed, mademoiselle," he said, "how little the feelings of the heart follow the old conventional rules in the days of terror in which we live? Everything about us bears the stamp of suddenness.We love in a day, or we hate on the strength of a single glance.We are bound to each other for life in a moment, or we part with the celerity of death itself.All things are hurried, like the convulsions of the nation.In the midst of such dangers as ours the ties that bind should be stronger than under the ordinary course of life.In Paris during the Terror, every one came to know the full meaning of a clasp of the hand as men do on a battle-field.""People felt the necessity of living fast and ardently," she answered, "for they had little time to live." Then, with a glance at her companion which seemed to tell him that the end of their short intercourse was approaching, she added, maliciously: "You are very well informed as to the affairs of life, for a young man who has just left the Ecole Polytechnique!""What are you thinking of me?" he said after a moment's silence."Tell me frankly, without disguise.""You wish to acquire the right to speak to me of myself," she said laughing.
"You do not answer me," he went on after a slight pause."Take care, silence is sometimes significant.""Do you think I cannot guess all that you would like to say to me?
Good heavens! you have already said enough.""Oh, if we understand each other," he replied, smiling, "I have obtained more than I dared hope for."She smiled in return so graciously that she seemed to accept the courteous struggle into which all men like to draw a woman.They persuaded themselves, half in jest, half in earnest, that they never could be more to each other than they were at that moment.The young man fancied, therefore, he might give reins to a passion that could have no future; the young woman felt she might smile upon it.Marie suddenly struck her foot against a stone and stumbled.
"Take my arm," said her companion.
"It seems I must," she replied; "you would be too proud if I refused;you would fancy I feared you."
