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Updated: June 27, 2025
The sisters wished us to wear our hair plain, and I always had a terrible time to keep it in place. However, blond hair looks ugly when too plainly dressed, and Monsieur de Gerfaut said yesterday that it was the shade he liked best." "Monsieur de Gerfaut told you he liked blond hair best!" "Take care; you are pulling my hair! Yes, blond hair and blue eyes.
But perhaps they do not put young girls in genealogical trees," she continued, in a musing tone. "You might ask Monsieur de Gerfaut; he wishes to please you too much to refuse to tell you," said Clemence, with an almost ironical smile. "Do you think so?" asked Aline, innocently. "I should never dare to ask him." "You are still afraid of him, then?"
For it is not a question of taking part in a conversation for the simple pleasure of brilliant repartee; and while he applies himself carefully to play his part well, he feels that he has been dexterously cut to pieces with a well-sharpened knife. Gerfaut indulged in these unpleasant reflections while gazing at Madame de Bergenheim.
At this moment the poet felt profoundly grateful for this kindness. "Monsieur has presented himself so well," said Christian frankly, "that your recommendation, my dear aunt, in spite of the respect I have for it, will not add to my gratitude. Only for Monsieur de Gerfaut, here is a madcap little girl whom we should be obliged to look for now at the bottom of the river."
"Say what you will, Bergenheim, your feeble opposition will not prevail against the instincts of the age. The future is ours, let me tell you, and we are the high priests of the new religion; is it not so, Gerfaut?" At these words, Mademoiselle de Corandeuil shook her head, gravely.
"I have a particular talent for putting my aunt to sleep," said she, in a gay tone; "she will sleep until evening, if I like; when I stop playing, the silence awakens her." "I beg of you, continue to play; never awaken her," said Gerfaut; and, as if he were afraid his wish would not be granted, he began to pound in the bass without being disturbed by the unmusical sounds.
Bergenheim and Gerfaut were out of sight of the others, and stood at their posts with eyes fastened upon each other. The ditch was wide enough to prevent the branches of the trees from troubling them; at the distance of sixty feet, which separated them, each could see his adversary standing motionless, framed by the green foliage.
Gerfaut followed her glance, and saw that she accorded him only a quarter of an hour: but he was too clever to make any observation. He knew that the second quarter of an hour is always less difficult to obtain than the first. "I am sure," said she, "that you have thought me capricious to-day; you must pardon me, it is a family fault. You know the saying: 'Caprice de Corandeuil?"
There are arrangements to be made, and we shall settle them at once, if you are willing." He pushed an armchair toward Gerfaut, and took another himself. They seated themselves beside a desk which stood in the middle of the room, and, with an equal appearance of sang-froid and polite haughtiness, they discussed this murderous combat.
But perhaps they do not put young girls in genealogical trees," she continued, in a musing tone. "You might ask Monsieur de Gerfaut; he wishes to please you too much to refuse to tell you," said Clemence, with an almost ironical smile. "Do you think so?" asked Aline, innocently. "I should never dare to ask him." "You are still afraid of him, then?"
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