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De Vasselot's horse was small and wiry part Arab, part mountain pony and attended to his own affairs with the careful and surprising intelligence possessed by horses, mules, and donkeys that are born and bred to mountain roads. After Murato the track had descended sharply, only to mount again to the heights dividing the watersheds of the Bevinco and the Golo.
Denise glanced at him, and said nothing. And de Vasselot's breath came rather quickly. "But the Casa Perucca is at your disposal so long as you may choose to live there," he continued. "My father is to be buried at Olmeta to-morrow, but I cannot even remain to attend the funeral. So I need not assure you that I do not want the Casa Perucca for myself."
He says do not sell, and then he does not come near us. He must give his reasons. Why should I take his advice?" "Why, indeed?" said Mademoiselle Brun, to whom the question was not quite a new one. She knew that though Denise would rebel against de Vasselot's advice, she would continue to follow it. "It seems to be luncheon-time," said Denise, when they reached the village. "The place is deserted.
He met de Vasselot's quick eyes without fear, and smiled coolly in the abbe's fiery face. But when Denise turned and looked at him with direct and honest eyes, his own wavered, and for a brief instant he saw himself as Denise saw him the bitterest moment of his life. The esteem of the many is nothing compared to the esteem of one.
Lory de Vasselot's expression said as plainly as words to Mademoiselle Brun "And what have you been about?" It was so obvious that Mademoiselle Brun, almost imperceptibly, shrugged one shoulder. She was powerless, it appeared. "But, if you will permit me to say so," said Lory, sitting down and drawing near to Denise in his earnestness, "that is impossible.
"You do not know them as I do; for I suppose you have only been here a few days?" De Vasselot's quick eyes glanced for a moment at the colonel's face, but no reply was made to the supposition. Then the colonel fell to his guileless Offenbach again. There is nothing so innocent as the meditative rendering of a well-known tune. A popular air is that which echoes in empty heads.
De Vasselot was quicker and smaller, and as agile as a goat, and Andrei Perucca lost him altogether. He was a fool. He went to look for him. As if any one in his senses would go to look for a Corsican in the rocks! That is how the gendarmes get killed. At length Andrei Perucca raised his head over a big stone, and looked right into the muzzle of de Vasselot's gun.
Ah! but it is good to hear them." Instinctively the others followed him, and stood grouped in the open window, looking down into the street. The band was now passing, clanging out the Marseillaise, and the fickle people cheered the new tricolour, as it fluttered in the wind. Some one looked up, and perceived de Vasselot's uniform. "Come, mon capitaine," he cried; "you are coming with us?"
It had not been de Vasselot's intention to disturb the old gardener, who, he understood, was left in charge of the crumbling house, but to return the next day with the Abbe Susini. But he was tired, and having failed to gain an entrance, was put out and angry, when at length he found himself near the great door built in the solid wall on the north-west side of the ruin.
It must, of course, be understood that the similitude of de Vasselot's desire was only an outward one. We all think that every other nation would fain be English, but as all other countries have a like pitying contempt for us, there is perhaps no harm done.
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