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The mingled fear and recklessness which had accompanied Julie's action disappeared from her mind. In the girl's manner there was neither jealousy nor hatred, only a young shrinking and reserve. "May I walk with you a little?" "Please do. Are you staying at Montreux?" "No; we are at Charnex and you?" "We came up two days ago to a little pension at Brent.
This tear was made by a hazel tree under Jaman that by the buckle of a strap on the Frohnalp that, again, by a bramble at Charnex; and each time fairy needles have repaired the injury. "Mon vieux manteau, que je vous remercie Car c'est a vous que je dois ces plaisirs!" And has it not been to me a friend in suffering, a companion in good and evil fortune?
She spoke as she would have done to the merest acquaintance. There was not a word of her father; not a word, either, of her brother's letter, or of Julie's relationship to herself. Julie accepted the situation with perfect composure, and the three kept up some sort of a conversation till they reached the paved street of Charnex and the old inn at its lower end.
He walked back through the scented field-paths, resolutely restraining his mind from the thoughts of the night, hammering out, indeed, in his head a scheme for the establishment of small holdings on certain derelict land in Wiltshire belonging to his cousin. As he was descending on Charnex, he met the postman and took his letters.
One day a showery day in early June she was left alone for an hour, while Delafield went down to Montreux to change some circular notes. Julie took a book from the table and strolled out along the lovely road that slopes gently downward from Charnex to the old field-embowered village of Brent. The rain was just over.
Against the eternal snows which close in the lake the phantom hovered in a ghastly relief emaciated, with matted hair, and purpled cheeks, and eyes not to be borne! expressing the dumb anger of a man, still young, who parts unwillingly from life in a last lonely spasm of uncomforted pain. It was midnight in the little inn at Charnex.
Finally she drew her daughter's hand into her arm, and bent anxiously towards her, scrutinizing her face. "Thank you. We will rest a quarter of an hour. Can we get a carriage at Charnex?" "Yes, I think so, if you will wait a little on our balcony." They walked on towards Charnex. Lady Blanche began to talk resolutely of the weather, which was, indeed, atrocious.
As they neared the top of the hill where the road begins to incline towards Charnex, Julie noticed signs of fatigue in her companion. "You have been an invalid," she said. "You ought not to go farther. May I take you home? Would your mother dislike to see me?" The girl paused perceptibly. "Ah, there she is!"
Gingolphe and Chillon, Bevay and Glion. So one day at the end of May they found themselves at Montreux. But Montreux was already hot and crowded, and Julie's eyes turned in longing to the heights. They found an old inn at Charnex, whereof the garden commanded the whole head of the lake, and there they settled themselves for a fortnight, till business, in fact, should recall Delafield to England.
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