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Through the cottager's garden, across a field, and within the park gates of Tourdestelle it continued unceasingly; and deeply was she won by the rebellious note in all that he said, deeply too by his disregard of the vulgar arts of wooers: she detected none. He did not speak so much to win as to help her to see with her own orbs.
'Good God! if you were free! She faltered: 'At Tourdestelle... 'Yes, and I am unchanged, Beauchamp cried out. 'Your life there was horrible, and mine's intolerable. He stretched his arms cramped like the yawning of a wretch in fetters.
Both M. Livret and M. d'Orbec had forgotten that when Count Henri d'Henriel was received at Tourdestelle, the arrival of the Englishman was pleasantly anticipated by them as an eclipse of the handsome boy; but a foreign interloper is quickly dispossessed of all means of pleasing save that one of taking his departure; and they now talked of Count Henri's disgrace and banishment in a very warm spirit of sympathy, not at all seeing why it should be made to depend upon the movements of this M. Beauchamp, as it appeared to be.
He strolled about, within view of the windows, wondering at her subservience to sleep. Tourdestelle lay in one of those Norman valleys where the river is the mother of rich pasture, and runs hidden between double ranks of sallows, aspens and poplars, that mark its winding line in the arms of trenched meadows.
The father could speculate with good hope of Jenny's child. Cecilia's wealth, too, had gone over to the Tory party, with her incomprehensible espousal of Tuckham. Let it go; let all go for dowerless Jenny! The voyage was favourable. Beauchamp had a passing wish to land on the Norman coast, and take Jenny for a day to Tourdestelle.
'Without a deviation that I know of. 'From Tourdestelle? 'You have not forgotten Tourdestelle, Nevil? The memory of it quickened his rapture in reading her features. It was his first love, his enchantress, who was here: and how? Conjectures shot through him like lightnings in the dark. Irrationally, at a moment when reason stood in awe, he fancied it must be that her husband was dead.
Especially there must have been mention, he thought, of her drive to the station from Tourdestelle; and this flashed on him the scene of his ride to the chateau, and the meeting her on the road, and the white light on the branching river, and all that was Renee in the spirit of the place she had abandoned for him, believing in him. She had proved that she believed in him.
The strangeness of being beside her, not having yet scanned her face, marvelling at her voice that was like and unlike the Renee of old, full of her, but in another key, a mellow note, maturer made the ride magical to Beauchamp, planting the past in the present like a perceptible ghost. Renee slackened speed, saying: 'Tourdestelle spans a branch of our little river. This is our gate.
What in the name of sanity had been the meaning of his language? and what was it between them that arrested him and caused him to mumble absurdly of 'doing best, when in fact he was her bondman, rejoiced to be so, by his pledged word? and when she, for some reason that he was sure she had stated, though he could recollect no more than the formless hideousness of it, was debarred from returning to Tourdestelle?
He had only to imagine himself away from her, to feel the flood of joy in being with her. 'Your husband is travelling? 'It is his pleasure. Could she have intended to say that this was good news to give of him as well as of the happiness of her father and brother? 'Now look on Tourdestelle, said Renee.
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