THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES 3flC8b anb Bloob This Novel was typed by a Chancery Lane Firm in 1893. Jflesb anb Bloob BY THE AUTHOR OF " HERNANI THE JEW " LONDON HUTCHINSON & CO. PATERNOSTER ROW 1808 gb R. D. BLACKMORE, ESQ., WITH RESPECT, ADMIRATION, AND FRIENDSHIP. cr rr" *" " RESERTO Jflesb anb CHAPTER I. IN the Province of Champagne, mid-way, or there- abouts, between Fumay and Mezieres, the sinuous course of the river Meuse described a wider and more pronounced curve. On the right bank it was bounded by silvery osiers, rich meadows and corn land ; on the left towered a rocky height, which, after frowning for a brief distance, melted into a well-wooded hill. In the space which separated the grim rock and the leafy recesses of the wooded hill from the bold encroach- ments of the river, nestled a village ; a few red roofs, a thin and quaintly-shaped church-spire, a grey-walled chateau, starting up from amidst smiling gardens and blossoming orchards. Conceive that, and you have the French village of La Jonquieres before you. A woman stood in the doorway of one of the red- roofed cottages, and, shading her eyes from the glare of the sunlight, gazed up the street in the direction of the chateau. " Lisette, Lisette ! " she called excitedly. " Do you not hear me ? How deaf you are ! " " What is it, mother ? " replied a voice from within. " The new cure", Father Bernard, is coming down the street." " And what of that ? I shall see him time enough." " Do as I tell you ; come and look. Ah ! he has 8 Block thing more Lisette ascended the little wooden stair- case, and shut herself up in her bedroom. It was furnished much like most humble cottage chambers, with merely a bed, a chest of drawers, a table, and a couple of chairs ; but the wood of which these necessaries were made, though old and worn, was polished till it shone like a mirror, and like the white window-curtains and coarse counterpane, as spotlessly clean as hands could achieve. To free herself of the offending bodice, or more properly speaking blouse, and the equally obnoxious stockings, was only momentary employment for Lisette's nimble fingers ; but as though not content with the freedom and coolness she had thus acquired, she hastily removed the pins which confined her hair, and let it fall about her shoulders in thick, silky masses. At that instant, Lisette presented the most perfect picture of health and shapeliness possible to conceive a type of French peasant beauty. True, to some she might not have been altogether attrac- tive, for her hair and eyes were as black as a gipsy's ; but the rich bloom in her cheeks, and the whiteness of her skin, must have awakened admiration, whilst the most hypercritical could scarcely have failed to be struck by the compactness of her frame, the roundness of her well-turned limbs and bosom. " There," she said, with an irritable exclamation of annoyance at the closeness of the room, " if I don't feel cooler now, I don't know what I shall do, for I've got to finish my sewing. That must be done, and then then for a walk with Andre. AndreY' she re- peated softly to herself; "well, if Andr6 could have a peep at me now, he would be in love with me. Lucky he can't, though, at least for him," and with a glance at her white shoulders in a small painted looking-glass which stood on the chest of drawers, Lisette gave vent to a wicked little laugh of conceit and contentment at nl jflesb ant> the reflection she saw, and sat herself down to her sewing. Her needle sped with the regularity of a machine, and there was not a sound to be heard but that which was made by piercing the material she was at work upon. The glare of the sunlight disappeared, and Lisette rose and drew up the blind. Then she re- turned to her work and laboured on, unconscious of the soft cool wind which came to her through the open casement, sweet with the scent of the roses which clustered about it. What did she care for roses and their fragrance ? Just then she only wanted to feel cool and to finish her task. The completion of it meant Andr^ and a couple of hours' freedom, which was a sufficient inducement to cause her to work her hardest. Curiosity got the better of her at length, however, and she laid it aside to see what was going on in the street below. She glanced to the right towards the chateau. There was not a soul to be seen, so she turned her head, and her eyes encountered the figure of a man with a gun over his shoulder and a brace of spaniels trotting soberly at his heels. " Monsieur le Comte ! " she exclaimed, craning her head to see to greater advantage. " What can have brought him back ? Love of Madame la Comtesse ? I think not. But yet she is very beautiful. Ah, if he were my husband, I'd make him love me." Lisette supported herself upon her elbows, resting her face upon her hands in such a position that the symmetry of her arms could be seen to advantage, and in that way, her black hair falling about her, she peeped from amidst the clustering roses, never taking her eyes off the advancing figure of the man with the gun and the dogs. She was right when she had ex- claimed " Monsieur le Comte," for Rudolph, Comte de la Jonquieres, owner of the land for miles round, was the personage upon whom she had fixed her eyes, 12 nl^ Iflesb an& and fixed them so pertinaciously that it seemed as though she meant to compel him to look at her. If such was her object, it was attained with ease, for when within a few yards, the Count raised his eyes and encountered her gaze, slackened his pace, and ceased humming to himself the strains of a song which just then happened to be the rage in Paris. That he had all his wits about him, and was by no means blind to such charms as Lisette displayed, was soon manifested by his conduct, for when exactly under the window he stopped, whistled to one of the spaniels which had lagged behind, and, twirling his moustache with one hand whilst he bestowed a glance of uncon- cealed admiration upon her, he said : " The roses don't equal your cheeks, mademoiselle, but next to your cheeks come the roses. Will you give me one ? " He looked swiftly about him, as much as to say, " Be quick, I don't want to be noticed." Lisette never hesitated an instant. The warm blood mounted to her face, and she felt her pulse quicken ; but with a steady hand she plucked one of the roses, and, with all the meaning she could convey lurking in the depths of her eyes, she flung it to him. She did not attempt to speak, she might have been overheard ; besides, there was no time, for the Count caught it, fixed it in his buttonhole, and darting an amorous glance that was without doubt meant to re- pay Lisette's with interest, he strode away up the street towards the chateau gates. Lisette watched him with parted lips and an ex- pression of undisguised satisfaction until he was no longer to be seen, and then she gave vent to her feelings. " Now, who would have thought that Monsieur le Comte de la Jonquieres would have condescended to notice me, would have deigned to ask me for a rose, jflesb anfc Bloofc. 13 to say nothing of paying me a pretty compliment ? Why, he must know that I'm only the daughter of Pierre Chotard the ferryman. But there, if I've got no place in the world, and not a franc besides what mother gives me and I can earn by sewing, I've got a face that even Monsieur le Comte, with all his knowledge must pay some attention to, when I will it so. I've got that, and a little foot and ankle that no one would say are not shapely. It's all I possess, but it is not to be despised, and I'm disposed to be thankful for small mercies. Now, brother Pierre would tell me over again that I'm wicked. I daresay I am, but I can't help it. Let Madame la Comtesse look after her husband herself. I shall not help her." Lisette paused, pulled on the thinner stockings, gartered them tightly to her liking, slipped on a loose blue-striped blouse, and, with a few dexterous touches got ready to go out, but at length added, before opening the door, " I must be careful not to let Andr6 suspect, for he's got such a diabolical temper when he's roused, and he does love me, I know. Ah ! I'm afraid Paris has changed me, as he says, in more ways than one," and Lisette laughed. CHAPTER II. THE Count had scarcely passed the house in which Louis Bernard had come to live as Abbe" of La Jon- quieres, and paused under Lisette's window as described, than it so happened that Louis Bernard, disturbed and restless in mind owing to the newness of his surroundings, quitted his door, and bent his steps in the direction pursued by the Count. Being thus close at hand, he was a witness of what passed. He had not made the Count's acquaintance, as his arrival in La Jonquieres was a question of hours only; still, the Count's dress and bearing caused him to notice the circumstance more than he otherwise would have done. When, following in the Count's footsteps, he saw him enter the chateau gates, there no longer remained a doubt in his mind, he felt sure that the man who had walked before him, with his gun over his shoulder, and his dogs at his heels, was the most important personage in the place. Yet, so ignorant was he of the world and its ways, that the little episode which had been enacted before him was with- out significance for him. With the resolve to call at the chateau on the morrow, he dismissed the circum- stance from his mind. That he should be a prey to a sensation of restless- ness entirely foreign to him, was not singular. From the early age of thirteen his existence had been made over, as it were, to those men whose age, piety, and learning were such, as, in the eyes of the Church, fitted them to mould the minds of those who were to go forth and preach her doctrines. Before a man can fflesb an& 3Bloot>, 15 do this, he must undergo long years of the most rigid discipline. From this protracted and trying ordeal Louis Bernard had just been released. He had quitted le Grand Semmaire, and had be- come Abbe of La Jonquieres. He had held scarcely any intercourse with men. He had been suddenly set to advise them. With the exception of his mother, it might be said he had never spoken to a woman. Full of the fire, the passion of youth, he had been suddenly set to counsel, to admonish, to listen to, and to even hear confessions of weaknesses and sins, of the exist- ence of which no other mortal was aware. In such a position were there not pitfalls cunningly concealed, snares on all sides, grave dangers which Louis might or might not elude ? He was young but little over four-and-twenty. Lisette had poetically compared his face to that of the ivory Christ in the petit sanctuaire. If a casual glance could discover so much, might not other women become aware of the existence of much more, after a careful scrutiny ? Possessing this knowledge, would they keep their feelings to themselves? Would they do this, would they con- sider him in the light of a holy man, and not as mortal, or would they be carried away by some strange power perhaps possessed by him, perhaps imagined, and then would they wield their strength, would they show themselves in witchery of word and glance, would they display the charms which might well tempt anything mortal ? Ah, there was danger for Louis. Danger of the substance of which he was as ignorant as is the newly-born child of the source of its daily nourishment. With Louis Bernard just then, as he set forth for his walk, dwelt no very deep thoughts. He was mainly possessed with the desire to explore the recesses and windings of the place, where he had good reason to think much of his life would be spent. 1 6 nl jflesb ant> The existence of La Jonquieres began, as it were, with the chateau, and following the simple village street until the houses ceased to be, ended in the petit sanctuaire, a deep niche hewn out of the solid rock, guarded with an iron grating, and within, the little ivory figure of Christ, of which Lisette had spoken. When he had arrived at the head of the street, he struck to the left, skirting the chateau wall,and, leaving it behind, penetrated a narrow gorge, which, when rain was plentiful, was merely the channel for a small hill torrent. Lessened by warmth it was reduced to the dimensions of a streamlet, and by art'ficc it had been diverted from its course, so that it entered the chateau grounds, and flowed through them in a suc- cession of cascades, thence dipped under the road, which a few yards further became the main, the one street, of La Jonqui&res, and blended with the Meuse itself. On the left of this gorge was the rocky, though partially verdure-clad, cliff, which formed a background to the village ; on the right the wooded height, which, further afield, melted away into plea- sant slopes and waving plantations of fir, larch, and oak. It was the summit of this hill that Louis set himself to gain, his object being to see the ruins which crowned it, which, he had been told, were the rem- nants of the ancient and once magnificent chateau of the old Counts of La Jonquieres. The way he had chosen led him amidst the stems of gnarled and twisted thorn trees of great age, yet healthy and white with bloom, wild cherries, covered with delicate falling blossoms, which whitened the path, and detached specimens of larch and fir, whose summits were yet gilded with the rays of the depart- ing sunlight. The near recesses of shadow were wondrously painted with softly-blending greens, and when the eye dropped from the foliage to the ground, tflesb an& Bloofc* 17 there, too, the Great Artist had done His work mag- nificently. Mosses and lichens of all shapes and fineness of texture were bedecked with wood ane- mones, bright purple violets, hyacinths, and cowslips. Wild strawberries gleamed in scarlet ripeness from amidst the leaves, and even the dark stems of the sloe bushes, to which he clung to prevent him- self from slipping backwards, had put forth a covering of blossoms which nearly hid their naked- ness. To a man of Louis' temperament sensitive in the extreme, an intense lover of Nature in all her quiet beauty such a scramble was a pleasure so great that even while he breathed hard and scratched his hands in clutching for support, a quiet, a peace, as soothing as the sound of the wind rustling through the bright green foliage of the larches, stole upon his mind. He gained the ruin, and stood in what he conceived might have been the banqueting hall. Some partridges rose at his approach, and whirred into space like spectral birds of bronze. A cherry tree of great size grew in the very middle of what at least must have been a stately apartment. The only roof now was the sky. He climbed to the jagged edge of one of the windows. It might have lighted the very chamber of some lovely Countess of La Jonquieres. Here was food for reflection ; but his thoughts were interrupted by some distant sounds. Two other people had approached and entered the ruin ; but since their presence was of no interest to him, Louis speedily forgot their entrance, and remained where he was at the window, hidden from sight by some large blocks of fallen masonry, being thus quite out of earshot of a little love-scene between Andre* and Lisette. " You accuse me of having changed towards you. Nonsense, Lisette! You know better. You say it to tease me, and why do it ? Come, don't spoil a B 1 8 nig fflesb ant) Bloo&, moment of our time together, it's short enough. If there is a change at all, it is on your side." " I suppose you mean since I went to Paris. You are always saying that," broke forth a woman's voice in answer to the remark made to her. "Assuredly yes, and you know there is truth in what I say ; but don't let us quarrel." " My dear Andre", when I quarrel with you there'll be no mistake about it" " Then I hope you never will. But all this comes of my telling you, as I could not help doing, that there seems to me to have been a time when we understood each other better. To get to you when the work was done, and I could slip away, was the joy of my life " " And isn't it now ? Ah, Andre"." " You know. A woman does. But you in- terrupted me. In those days you seemed to like to meet me better. You never objected ; you would come. You never failed, in the face of any obstacles, and now " " Now you want to find fault" " I don't, Lisette. Man Dieu, I love you so much that all I want is to make you care for me as de- votedly, ah, as desperately as I do for you. Yonder is the farm, and I want you in it as mistress. I am honest towards you. The old people can't live long, and what's to become of me if you change as all things seem to ; if you pass away from me, as they soon must, and I am left alone all alone ? " There was a quiver of intense feeling in the speaker's voice, but with a merry, thoughtless laugh, Lisette replied : " Don't get sentimental. Bah ! I can't bear it. Wait a little, and perhaps I'll come to the farm." " Why not now ? They won't interfere. You shall be mistress." fflesb an& Bloofc. 19 " No ; can't make up my mind. Kiss me, Andr6, kiss me again, and don't talk stuff." There were the sounds of an embrace and broken expressions of affection accompanying it, then once again the ruin was empty, save for Louis Bernard, and the grey and green lizards that darted and lived midst the stones that had once sheltered men. Sobered by the silence, the loneliness for the thought had come to him that he was very solitary Louis descended the hill, and by a slightly different path into which he had turned inadvertently, arrived at the back of the chateau, within a few yards of a summer arbour, fashioned and painted like a Turkish kiosk. He paused, for he was out of breath. Two squirrels were cracking nuts overhead. He dis- covered them by the noise they made, and was amused at the adroitness with which they extracted the kernels. But for those squirrels, he would have gone straight homewards, and would never have heard the sound of voices in the kiosk, over the fence in the grounds of the chateau. They were those of a man and woman who were apparently in hot altercation. Since their conversation was not audible he did not trouble himself to move. He liked watch- ing the squirrels. At length he shook the lower branches of the tree they were in. A panic ensued, a series of bounds of astonishing agility followed, and the woodland acrobats had vanished. Louis Bernard laughed at the antics he had wit- nessed, remembered it was getting late, and set off again. When immediately behind the kiosk he stopped dead, for a woman's sobs were plainly audible. Grieved, and wondering what misfortune had occasioned such unhappiness, and whether he could alleviate it, he stood still. The sounds ceased at length, and, after some moments of profound silence, a white dress gleamed, a woman's head and 20 3Bloot>. 23 the garden below, was ornamented by richly-carved vases containing brightly-flowering plants. In the rear of the building were the stables and domestic offices, and these, joined to the wings, enclosed a court-yard in which were walnut trees, whose roots were nourished by the moisture they derived from a pond, large and deep enough to contain some venerable carp. This pond was in the middle of the court-yard, and, overshadowed by the delightful green of the walnut trees, seemed ever cool and refreshing. Blanche, Comtesse de la Jonquieres, was in the drawing-room, the long French windows of which opened on to the terrace. Alone and seated in a softly-padded bergtre, which she had drawn before one of the windows, her eyes strayed over the landscape, steeped in the languorous warmth of an unclouded noontide sun. Not a breath ruffled the surface of the river, which gleamed like burnished steel under the hot rays. Save an occasional fish which leapt clear of the water, and returned to it again with a splash, old Pierre Chotard alone seemed to be endowed with energy. He plied his punt-pole, and cracked jokes with the dusty, coarse-featured farm women, who were returning homewards with empty baskets, hav- ing been up with the lark, the earlier because it was market-day. Never a word did his sallies provoke beyond common courtesy. They knew the temper of his wit, and being too tired to enter into the lists, blinked contentedly in the sunlight, seeming to be as much inclined to sleep and reflection as the cattle, who chewed the cud in the shadow of the trees, or stood knee-deep amidst the soft murmur of the stream as it swept past them. Madame la Comtesse was not unconscious of the beauty and peace of the scene, as she sat looking forth upon it ; and yet, somehow, it found no reflection in the expression of her face. 24 nli? jflesb ant) Bloot>. Her cheeks were as fair as as the petals of the rose which Lisette had flung to the Count, her husband. Too probably in the very heart of that rose there were symptoms of decay. Had something markedly cankerous asserted its existence in the very centre of her being ? It was just possible, for the face is no bad indicator of the mind ; in which case Madame la Comtesse had a most sensitive and sympathetic one. Just the mind to be so afflicted. Yet a headache or the weather might have much to account for. Certainly the Count himself looked contented enough. He was on the terrace with his spaniels, courting the sunshine and smoking a cigar. The heavy gilded doors of the salon were flung open by a servant. Madame had heard the noise, and turned in her chair. " Monsieur L'Abbe Bernard, Madame la Comtesse,' announced the domestic. Louis Bernard had not forgotten his resolution to call at the chateau, and as he entered between the great white gilded doors, the panels of which were ornamented by paintings of fruit and flowers by Mig- nard, Madame la Comtesse looked upon a man of more than middle height, broad-shouldered and spare, but well-knit ; and though the face was pale, as Lisette had said, the features were straight and good, and the eyes were grey, deep, and fearless, whilst above them was a forehead already seamed by thought, from which the dark-brown hair was drawn backwards. Madame la Comtesse was prepossessed at a glance ; but while she was examining him, Louis Bernard's eyes were not idle. He was nervous, and unaccustomed to society of any kind ; yet, in a mo- ment, the face and form of the woman before him were photographed upon his mind. Keen powers of perception are given to some. Once having seen, they never forget. Louis Bernard was of this sort. As he Jflesb ant) Bloot). 25 looked at her, he saw that she was tall and gracefully formed, that the slim waist supported a well-rounded bust, and that the shoulders and arms were in perfect proportion. Advancing, he bowed with all the studied politeness of French etiquette ; but she held out her hand frankly. Retaining it in his for an instant, he glanced swiftly at her face, and encountered the steady gaze of eyes that seemed as blue as the sky on a summer day. " Madame la Comtesse, I am the new vicar of La Jonquieres," he said falteringly, for he was ill at ease. " The Abbd Bernard," she said smilingly. " Mon- sieur, I do assure you your name was familiar to me before you were announced." " But I have never had the pleasure of seeing you before, Madame la Comtesse," he answered, still with apparent nervousness of manner, and he added, " I am not known." " Indeed you are, monsieur, far better than you think, and I myself have quite looked forward to your coming. Welcome to the chateau, monsieur, and I am sure I may add with as much safety, to La Jonquieres." The shyness began to vanish. Louis no longer felt as though he scarcely knew what to do with himself. " I cannot thank you sufficiently for your kind words, Madame la Comtesse," he replied, and then after a few trifling remarks he added ceremoniously, "and now, allow me to take my leave, Madame la Comtesse, for you will understand that a new vicar has many calls to pay." " Very well, my dear Abb ; but if you must leave me so quickly, you must not go without promising to come back soon to dejeuner, for I want you to meet the Count" Delighted with the kind reception he had met with, 26