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You ought to have seen it pass by while I was fishing, and mademoiselle's soul ought to have been comforted by it." "We have not seen it," replied Jahel. "Then it may have moved on only after the night had become dark. But at least you heard it rumbling?" "We have not," said Jahel. "It is then that this night is blind as well as deaf.
"Yonder carriage," said Jahel, "stopped at the same moment as ours. That means that we are followed. I am curious to discover the features of the people travelling in that vehicle. I feel very uneasy about it. Does not one of the travellers wear a very narrow and high headgear?
He began to get tired of me, and this encounter is quite efficacious to reanimate his desires and season his love. Go and leave the alone. The first moment will be hard, for he is of a very violent disposition. He'll strike me, but after, t shall be still dearer to him. Farewell!" "Alas!" I exclaimed, "did you take me then, Jahel, for Nothing but to sharpen the desires of my rival?"
We inquired the cause of the quarrel, but easily understood by the vagueness of his embarrassed replies that he did not intend to satisfy our curiosity. I surmised at once that Jahel was mixed up with it in some way, when I heard with the gnashing of Mosaide's voice the grating of locks and bolts, and later on the noise, in the lodge, of a violent dispute between uncle and niece.
It was all that remained of the too rare liberalities of the cabalist who, professing to dislike money, unluckily forgot to pay me my salary. I asked Mademoiselle Jahel if I should not have the pleasure of seeing her again. "You will," she replied. And we agreed that she should ascend at night-time to my room whenever she could escape from the lodge, where she was pretty nearly a prisoner.
I had hardly gone a few steps between the labyrinth of tombstones when M. d'Anquetil, having come forward to enable him to recognise his mistress, began to shout and to curse loud enough to awaken the village dead. I was anxious to tear Jahel away from his rage; I thought he would kill her. I glided between the tombstones to her assistance.
The next morning, at daybreak, I returned to the surgeon's house, and there found Jahel at the bedside of my dear tutor, sitting upright on a straw chair, with her head wrapped up in her black cape, attentive, grave and docile, like a sister of charity. M. Coignard, very red, dozed. "The night was not a good one," she said to me in a whisper.
I wrote to my mother and to M. d'Asterac, and I composed the most touching epistle to Jahel. My tears fell on this when I read it over for a second time. "Perhaps," I said to myself, "the faithless girl will cry too, and her tears will mix with mine."
But speak the truth. Is M. d'Asterac to be back shortly?" At this name and question a terrible doubt came in my mind. I suspected the enchanting Jahel to have been sent by the cabalist to play the part of a Salamander with me. I went so far as to excuse her in my mind of being the nymph of that old fool.
Preparing himself to climb after her, one foot on the steps, he looked at me with surprise. "Oh! Monsieur Tournebroche! You would then take from me all my mistresses! Jahel after Catherine. Do you do it for a wager?"
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