The valet had put her away from the door, the carriage had broken into a brisk
trot, the postilions had quickened the pace, she was left far behind, and
Monseigneur, again escorted by the Furies, was rapidly diminishing the league or
two of distance that remained between him and his chateau.
The valet moved her away from the door, and the carriage drove away quickly.
The horsemen sped up, and she was left far behind. The monseigneur, accompanied
by his entourage, was quickly covering the league or two of distance between him
and his country house.
The sweet scents of the summer night rose all around him, and rose, as the
rain falls, impartially, on the dusty, ragged, and toil-worn group at the
fountain not far away; to whom the mender of roads, with the aid of the blue cap
without which he was nothing, still enlarged upon his man like a spectre, as
long as they could bear it. By degrees, as they could bear no more, they dropped
off one by one, and lights twinkled in little casements; which lights, as the
casements darkened, and more stars came out, seemed to have shot up into the sky
instead of having been extinguished.
The summer air was sweet all around him, and the same air surrounded the
dusty, ragged, worn-out group of peasants at the fountain close by. The repairer
of roads with the blue cap was still telling the story of the man under the
carriage. As the crowd grew tired of the story, they walked away one by one.
Lights started to shine in the little windows of the village, and the lights in
the windows went out and more stars appeared. It looked as if the lights in the
windows hadn’t been put out but had shot up into the sky.
The shadow of a large high-roofed house, and of many over-hanging trees, was
upon Monsieur the Marquis by that time; and the shadow was exchanged for the
light of a flambeau, as his carriage stopped, and the great door of his chateau
was opened to him.
By then the marquis was at his large, high-roofed house, which was surrounded
by trees. A torch was lit, and his carriage stopped and a large door of his
chateau was opened for him.
“Monsieur Charles, whom I expect; is he arrived from England?”
“I am expecting Monsieur Charles. Has he arrived from England yet?” the
marquis asked one of his servants.
“Monseigneur, not yet.”
“Not yet, Monseigneur,” the servant replied.