Mont Oriol, or, A romance of Auvergne : a novel
Maupassant, Guy de, 1850-1893
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PAUL CHANGES HIS MIND 29 1 Chapter XIV. christiane's via crucis 306 ILLUSTRATIONS "he had thought with deep anxiety of this child, OF which he was the father " . . Frontispiece "she SPRANG WILDLY TO HER feet. IT WAS HE I" . 1 5O MONT ORIOL T CHAPTER I. The Spa •HE first bathers, the early risers, who had already been at the water, were walking slowly, in pairs or alone, under the huge trees along the stream which rushes down ^cL^ the gorges of Enval. Others arrived from the village, and entered the establishment in a hurried fashion. It was a spacious building, the ground floor being reserved for thermal treatment, while the first story served as a casino, cafi, and billiard-room. Since Doctor Bonnefille had discovered in the heart of Enval the great spring, baptized by him the Bonnefille Spring, some proprietors of the country and the surrounding neighborhood, timid speculators, had decided to erect in the midst of this superb glen of Auvergne, savage and gay withal, planted with walnut and giant chestnut trees, a vast house for every kind of use, serving equally for the 8 G. tie M.— I ( I ) 2 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT purpose of cure and of pleasure, in which mineral waters, douches, and baths were sold below, and beer, liqueurs, and music above. A portion of the ravine along the stream had been inclosed, to constitute the park indispensable to every spa; and three walks had been made, one nearly straight, and the other two zigzag. At the end of the first gushed out an artificial spring detached from the parent spring, and bubbling into a great basin of cement, sheltered by a straw roof, under the care of an impassive woman, whom everyone called "Marie" in a familiar sort of way. This calm Auvergnat, who wore a little cap always as white as snow, and a big apron, perfectly clean at all times, which concealed her working-dress, rose up slowly as soon as she saw a bather coming along the road in her direction. The bather would smile with a melancholy air, drink the water, and return her the glass, saying, "Thanks, Marie." Then he would turn on his heel and walk away. And Marie sat down again on her straw chair to wait for the next comer. They were not, however, very numerous. The Enval station had just been six years open for in- valids, and scarcely could count more patients at the end of these six years than it had at the start. About fifty had come there, attracted more than anything else by the beauty of the district, by the charm of this little village lost under enormous trees, whose twisted trunks seemed as big as the houses, and by the reputation of the gorges at the end of this strange glen which opened on the great plain of Auvergne and ended abruptly at the foot of the high mountain bristling with craters of unknown age — a savage and MONTORIOI. J magnificent crevasse, full of rocks fallen or threaten- ing, from which rushed a stream that cascaded over giant stones, forming a little lake in front of each. This thermal station had been brought to birth as they all are, with a pamphlet on the spring by Doctor Bonnefille. He opened with a eulogistic description, in a majestic and sentimental style, of the Alpine se- ductions of the neighborhood. He selected only adjectives which convey a vague sense of delightful- ness and enjoyment — those which produce effect without committing the writer to any material state- ment. All the surroundings were picturesque, filled with splendid sites or landscapes whose graceful out- lines aroused soft emotions. All the promenades in the vicinity possessed a remarkable originality, such as would strike the imagination of artists and tour- ists. Then abruptly, without any transition, he plunged into the therapeutic qualities of the Bonnefille Spring, bicarbonate, sodium, mixed, lithineous, ferrugi- nous, et cetera, et cetera, capable of curing every disease. He had, moreover, enumerated them under this head- ing: Chronic affections or acute specially associated with Enval. And the list of affections associated with Enval was long — long and varied, consoling for invalids of every kind. The pamphlet concluded with some in- formation of practical utility, the cost of lodgings, commodities, and hotels — for three hotels had sprung up simultaneously with the casino-medical establish- ment. These were the Hotel Splendid, quite new, built on the slope of the glen looking down on the baths; the Thermal Hotel, an old inn with a new coat of plaster; and the Hotel Vidaillet, formed very simply by the purchase of three adjoining houses, 4 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT which had been altered so as to convert them into one. Then, all at once, two new doctors had installed themselves in the locality one morning, without any- one well knowing how they came, for at spas doc- tors seem to dart up out of the springs, like gas-jets. These were Doctor Honorat, a native of Auvergne, and Doctor Latonne, of Paris. A fierce antagonism soon burst out between Doctor Latonne and Doctor Bonnefille, while Doctor Honorat, a big, clean-shaven man, smiling and pliant, stretched forth his right hand to the first, and his left hand to the second, and remained on good terms with both. But Doctor Bonnefille was master of the situation, with his title of Inspector of the Waters and of the thermal estab- lishment of Enval-les-Bains. This title was his strength and the establishment his chattel. There he spent his days, and even his nights, it was said. A hundred times, in the morning, he would go from his house which was quite near in the village to his consultation-study fixed at the right-hand side facing the entrance to the thermal baths. Lying in wait there, like a spider in his web, he watched the comings and goings of the invalids, inspecting his own patients with a severe eye and those of the other doctors with a look of fury. He questioned everybody almost in the style of a ship's captain, and he struck terror into newcomers, unless it happened that he made them smile. This day, as he arrived with rapid steps, which made the big flaps of his old frock coat fly up like a pair of wings, he was stopped suddenly by a voice exclaiming: "Doctor!" MONT ORIOL 5 He turned round. His thin face, full of big ugly wrinkles, and looking quite black at the end with a grizzled beard rarely cut, made an effort to smile; and he took' off the tall silk hat, shabby, stained, and greasy, that covered his thick pepper-and-salt head of hair — "pepper and soiled," as his rival. Doctor La- tonne, put it. Then he advanced a step, made a bow, and murmured: "Good morning, Marquis — are you quite well this morning?" The Marquis de Ravenel, a little man well pre- served, stretched out his hand to the doctor, as he replied: "Very well, doctor, very well, or, at least, not ill. 1 am always suflFering from my kidneys; but in- deed I am better, much better; and 1 am as yet only at my tenth bath. Last year I did not obtain the effect until the sixteenth, you recollect.''" "Yes, perfectly." "But it is not about this 1 want to talk to you. My daughter has arrived this morning, and 1 wish to have a chat with you about her case first of all, because my son-in-law, William Andermatt, the banker — " "Yes, 1 know." "My son-in-law has a letter of recommendation addressed to Doctor Latonne. As for me, 1 have no confidence except in you, and I beg of you to have the kindness to come up to the hotel before — you understand ? 1 prefer to say things to you candidly. Are you free at the present moment ? " Doctor BonnefiUe had put on his hat again, and looked excited and troubled. He answered at once: 6 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT "Yes, I shall be free immediately. Do you wish me to accompany you?" "Why, certainly." And, turning their backs on the establishment, they directed their steps up a circular walk leading to the door of the Hotel Splendid, built on the slope of the mountain so as to otTer a view of it to travelers. They made their way to the drawing-room in the first story adjoining the apartments occupied by the Ravenel and Andermatt families, and the Marquis left the doctor by himself while he went to look for his daughter. He came back with her presently. She was a fair young woman, small, pale, very pretty, whose fea- tures seemed like those of a child, while her blue eyes, boldly fixed, cast on people a resolute look that gave an alluring impression of firmness and a peculiar charm to this refined and fascinating crea- ture. There was not much the matter with her — vague languors, sadnesses, bursts of tears without apparent cause, angry fits for which there seemed no season, and lastly anaemia. She craved above all for a child, which had been vainly looked forward to since her marriage, more than two years before. Doctor Bonnefille declared that the waters of Enval would be effectual, and proceeded forthwith to write a prescription. The doctor's prescriptions had al- ways the formidable aspect of an indictment. On a big white sheet of paper such as schoolboys use, his directions exhibited themselves in numerous para- graphs of two or three lines each, in an irregular handwriting, bristling with letters resembling spikes. And the potions, the pills, the powders, which were MONT ORIOL -7 to be taken fasting in the morning, at midday, and in the evening, followed in ferocious-looking characters. One of these prescriptions might read: "Inasmuch as M. X. is affected with a chronic malady, incurable and mortal, he will take, first, sulphate of quinine, which will render him deaf, and will make him lose his memory; secondly, bromide of potassium, which will destroy his stomach, weaken all his faculties, cover him with pimples, and make his breath foul; thirdly, salicylate of soda, whose curative effects have not yet been proved, but which seems to lead to a terrible and speedy death the patient treated by this remedy. And concurrently, chloral, which causes insanity, and bella- donna, which attacks the eyes; all vegetable solutions and all mineral compositions which corrupt the blood, corrode the organs, consume the bones, and destroy by medicine those whom disease has spared." For a long time he went on writing on the front page and on the back, then signed it just as a judge might have signed a death-sentence. The young woman, seated opposite to him, stared at him with an inclination to laugh that made the corners of her lips rise up. When, with a low bow, he had taken himself off, she snatched up the paper blackened with ink, rolled it up into a ball, and flung it into the fire. Then, breaking into a hearty laugh, said: "Oh! father, where did you discover this fossil? Why, he looks for all the world like an old-clothes- man. Oh! how clever of you to dig up a physician that might have lived before the Revolution! Oh! how funny he is, aye, and dirty — ah, yes! dirty — I believe really he has stained my penholder." The door opened, and M. Andermatt's voice was heard saying, "Come in, doctor." And Doctor Latonne appeared. Erect, slender, cir- cumspect, comparatively young, attired in a fashion- 8 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT able morning-coat, and holding in his hand the high silk hat which distinguishes the practicing doctor in the greater part of the thermal stations of Auvergne, the physician from Paris, without beard or mustache, resembled an actor who had retired into the country. The Marquis, confounded, did not know what to say or do, while his daughter put her handkerchief to her mouth to keep herself from bursting out laughing in the newcomer's face. He bowed with an air of self-confidence, and at a sign from the young woman took a seat. M. Andermatt, who followed him, minutely de- tailed for him his wife's condition, her illnesses, together with their accompanying symptoms, the opinions of the physicians consulted in Paris, and then his own opinion based on special grounds which he explained in technical language. He was a man still quite youthful, a Jew, who devoted himself to financial transactions. He en- tered into all sorts of speculations, and displayed in all matters of business a subtlety of intellect, a rapidity of penetration, and a soundness of judgment that were perfectly marvelous. A little too stout already for his figure, which was not tall, chubby, bald, with an infantile expression, fat hands, and short thighs, he looked much too greasy to be quite healthy, and spoke with amazing facility. By means of tact he had been able to form an alliance with the daughter of the Marquis de Ravenel with a view to extending his speculations into a sphere to which he did not belong. The Marquis, besides, possessed an income of about thirty thousand francs, and had only two children; but, when M. Andermatt MONT ORIOL ^ married, though scarcely thirty years of age, he owned already five or six millions, and had sown enough to bring him in a harvest of ten or twelve. M. de Ra- venel, a man of weak, irresolute, shifting, and unde- cided character, at first angrily repulsed the overtures made to him with respect to this union, and was in- dignant at the thought of seeing his daughter allied to an Israelite. Then, after six months' resistance, he gave way, under the pressure of accumulated wealth, on the condition that the children should be brought up in the Catholic religion. But they waited for a long time and no offspring was yet announced. It was then that the Marquis, enchanted for the past two years with the waters of Enval, recalled to mind the fact that Doctor Bonne- fille's pamphlet also promised the cure for sterility. Accordingly, he sent for his daughter, whom his son-in-law accompanied, in order to install her and to intrust her, acting on the advice of his Paris physi- cian, to the care of Doctor Latonne. Therefore, An- dermatt, since his arrival, had gone to look for this practitioner, and went on enumerating the symptoms which presented themselves in his wife's case. He finished by mentioning how much he had been pained at finding his hopes of paternity unrealized. Doctor Latonne allowed him to go on to the end; then, turning toward the young woman: "Have you anything to add, Madame?" She replied gravely: "No, Monsieur, nothing at all." He went on: "In that case, 1 will trouble you to take off your traveling-dress and your corset, and to put on a simple white dressing-gown, all while." She was astonished; he rapidly explained his sys- lO WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT tem: "Good heavens, Madame, it is very simple. Formerly, the belief was that all diseases came from a poison in the blood or from an organic cause; to-day, we simply assume that, in many cases, and, above all, in your particular case, the uncertain ailments from which you suffer, and even certain serious troubles, very serious, mortal, may proceed only from the fact that some organ or other, having taken, under in- fluences easy to determine, an abnormal development, to the detriment of the neighboring organs, destroys all the harmony, all the equilibrium of the human body, modifies or arrests its functions, and obstructs the play of all the other organs. A swelling of the stomach may be sufficient to make us believe in a disease of the heart, which, impeded in its movements, becomes violent, irregular, sometimes even intermittent. The dilatation of the liver or of certain glands may cause ravages which unobservant physicians attribute to a thousand different causes. Therefore, the first thing that we should do is to ascertain whether all the organs of a patient have their true compass and their normal position, for a very little thing is enough to upset a person's health. I am going, then, Madame, if you will allow me, to examine you with great care, and to mark out on your dressing-gown the limits, the dimensions, and the positions of your organs." He had put down his hat on a chair, and he spoke in a facile manner. His large mouth, in open- ing and closing, made two deep hollows in his shaven cheeks, which gave him a certain ecclesiastical air. Andermatt, delighted, exclaimed: "Capital, capital! That is very clever, very ingenious, very new, very modern." MONTORIOL II "Very modern" in his mouth was the height of admiration. The young woman, highly amused, rose and passed into her own apartment. She came back, after the lapse of a few minutes, in a white dressing-gown. The physician made her lie down on a sofa, then, drawing from his pocket a pencil with three points, a black, a red, and a blue, he commenced to auscul- tate and to tap his new patient, riddling the dressing- gown all over with little dots of color by way of noting each observation. She resembled, after a quarter of an hour of this work, a map indicating continents, seas, capes, rivers, kingdoms, and cities, and bearing the names of all these terrestrial divisions, for the doctor wrote on every line of demarcation two or three Latin words intelligible to himself alone. Now, when he had listened to all the internal sounds in Madame Andermatt's body, and tapped on all the parts of her person that were irritated or hollow-sounding, he drew forth from his pocket a notebook of red leather with gold threads to fasten it, divided in alphabetical order, consulted the index, opened it, and wrote: "Observation 6347. — Madame A , 21 years." Then, collecting from her head to her feet the col- ored notes on her dressing-gown, and reading them as an Egyptologist deciphers hieroglyphics, he entered them in the notebook. He observed, when he had finished: "Nothing disquieting, nothing abnormal, save a slight, a very slight deviation, which some thirty acidulated baths will cure. You will take furthermore three half- 12 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT glasses of water each morning before noon. Nothing else I will come back to see you in four or five days." Then he rose, bowed, and went out with such promptitude that everyone remained stupefied at it. This abrupt style of departure was a part of his mannerism, his tact, his special stamp. He considered it very good form, and thought it made a great im- pression on the patient. Madame Andermatt ran to look at herself in the glass, and, shaking all over with a joyous burst of childlike laughter, said: "Oh! how amusing they are, how droll they are! Tell me, is there not one more left of them ? 1 want to see him immediately! Will, go and find him for me! We must have the third one here — I want to see him." Her husband, surprised, asked: "How, a third, a third what?" The Marquis deemed it advisable to explain, v/hile offering excuses, for he was a little afraid of his son- in-law. He related, therefore, how Doctor Bonnefille had come to see himself, and how he had introduced him to Christiane, in order to ascertain his opinion, as he had great confidence in the experience of the old physician, who was a native of the district, and who had discovered the spring. Andermatt shrugged his shoulders, and declared that Doctor Latonne alone would take care of his wife, so that the Marquis, very uneasy, began to reflect on the best course to take in order to arrange matters without offending his irascible physician. Christiane asked: "Is Gontran here?" This was her brother. MONT ORIOL 13 Her fathei replied: "Yes, for the past four days, with a friend of his of whom he has often spoken, M. Paul Bretigny, They are making a tour together in Auvergne. They have come from Mont Dor6 and from Bourboule, and will be setting out for Cantal at the end of next week." Then he asked the young woman whether she desired to rest till luncheon after the night in the train; but she had slept perfectly in the sleeping car, and only required an hour for her toilette, after which she wished to visit the village and the establishment. Her father and her husband went back to their rooms to wait till she was ready. She soon came out to call them, and they descended together. She grew enthusiastic at first sight over the aspect of the village, built in the middle of a wood in a deep valley, which seemed hemmed in on every side by chest- nut-trees lofty as mountains. These could be seen everywhere, springing up just as they chanced to have shot forth here and there in a century, in front of door- ways, in the courtyards, in the streets. Then, again, there were fountains everywhere made of a great black stone standing upright pierced with a small aperture, through which dashed a streamlet of clear water that whirled about in a circle before it fell into the trough. A fresh odor of grass and of stables floated over those masses of verdure; and they saw the peasant women of Auvergne standing in front of their dwellings, spinning at their distaffs with lively movements of their fingers the black wool attached to their girdles. Their short petticoats showed their thin ankles cov- ered with blue stockings, and the bodies of their dresses fastened over their shoulders with straps left 14 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT exposed the linen sleeves of their chemises, out of which stretched their hard, dry arms and bony hands. But, suddenly, .a queer lilting kind of music burst on the promenaders' ears. It was like a barrel-organ with piping sounds, a barrel-organ used up, broken- winded, invalided. Christiane exclaimed: "What is that?" Her father began to laugh: "It is the orchestra of the Casino. It takes four of them to make that noise." And he led her up to a red bill affixed to a corner of a farmhouse, on which appeared in black letters: CASINO OF ENVAL UNDER THE DIRECTION OF M. PETRUS MARTEL, OF THE ODEON. Saturday, 6th of July. Grand Concert organized by the Maestro, Saint Landri, second grand prize winner at the Conservatoire. The piano will be presided over by M. Javel, grand laureate of the Conservatoire. Flute, M. Noirot, laureate of the Conservatoire. Double-bass, M. Nicordi, laureate of the Royal Academy of Brussels. After the Concert, grand representation of Lost in the Forest^ a Comedy in one act, by M. Pointellet. Characters: Pierre de Lapointe M. Petrus Martel, of the Odeon. Oscar Leveille M. Petitnivelle, of tlie Vaudeville. Jean M. Lapalme, of the Grand Tlicater of Bordeaux. Philippine Mademoiselle Odelin, of the Odeon. During the representation, the Orchestra will be likewise conducted by the Maestro, Saint Landri. MONT ORIOL 15 Christiane read this aloud, laughed, and was as- tonished. Her fiUher went on: "Oh! they will amuse you. Come and look at them." They turned to the right, and entered the park. The bathers promenaded gravely, slowly, along the three walks. They drank their glasses of water, and then went away. Some of them, seated on benches, traced lines in the sand with the ends of their walking- sticks or their umbrellas. They did not talk, seemed not to think, scarcely to live, enervated, paralyzed by the ennui of the thermal station. Only the odd music of the orchestra broke the sweet silence as it leaped into the air, coming one knew not whence, produced one knew not how, passing under the foliage and appearing to stir up these melancholy walkers. A voice cried: "Christiane!" She turned round. It was her brother. He rushed toward her, embraced her, and, having pressed An- dermatt's hand, took his sister by the arm, and drew her along with him, leaving his father and his brother- in-law in the rear. They chatted. He was a tall, well-made young fellow, prone to laughter like her, light-hearted as the Marquis, inditTerent to events, but always on the lookout for a thousand francs. "1 thought you were asleep," said he. "But for that I would have come to embrace you. And then Paul carried me off this morning to the chateau of Tournoel." "Who is Paul? Oh, yes, your friend!" "Paul Bretigny. It is true you don't know him. He is taking a bath at the present moment." l6 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT "He is a patient, then?" "No, but he is curing himself, all the same. He is trying to get over a love episode," "And so he's tailing acidulated baths — they're called acidulated, are they not? — in order to restore himself." "Yes. He's doing all I told him to do. Oh! he has been hit hard. He's a violent youth, terrible, and has been at death's door. He wanted to kill himself, too. It was an actress — a well-known actress. He was madly in love with her. And then she was not faithful to him, do you see ? The result was a fright- ful drama. So I brought him away. He's going on better now, but he's still thinking about it." She smiled for a moment, then, becoming grave, she returned: "It will amuse me to see him." For her, however, this thing, "Love," did not mean very much. She sometimes bestowed a thought on it, just as you think, when you are poor, now and then of a pearl necklace, of a diadem of brilliants, with a desire awakened in you for this thing — possi- ble though far away. This fancy would come to her after reading some novel to kill time, without attach- ing to it, beyond that, any special importance. She had never dreamed about it much, having been born with a happy soul, tranquil and contented, and, al- though now two years and a half married, she had not yet awakened out of that sleep in which inno- cent young girls live, that sleep of the heart, of the mind, and of the senses, which, with some women, lasts until death. For her life was simple and good, without complications. She had never looked for the MONT ORIOL J? causes or the hidden meaning of things. She had hved on from day to day, slept soundly, dressed with taste, laughed, and felt satisfied. What more could she have asked for? When Andermatt had been introduced to her as her future husband, she refused to wed him at first with a childish indignation at the idea of becoming the wife of a Jew. Her father and her brother, sharing her repugnance, replied with her and like her by formally declining the offer. In the first place, he always on principle yielded when one persisted, through sheer egotistical desire not to be disturbed. His daughter used to say of him: "All papa's ideas are jumbled up together"; and this was true. Without opinions, without beliefs, he had only enthusiasms, which varied every mo- ment. At one time, he would attach himself, with a transitory and poetic exaltation, to the old traditions of his race, and would long for a king, but an intel- lectual king, liberal, enlightened, marching along with the age. At another time, alter he had read a book by Michelet or some democratic thinker, he would become a passionate advocate of human equality, of modern ideas, of the claims of the poor, the op- pressed, and the suffering. He believed in everything, just as each thing harmonized with his passing moods; and, when his old friend, Madame Icardon, who, connected as she was with many Israelites, desired the marriage of Christiane and Andermatt, and began 8 O. de M.— a l8 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT to preach in favor of it, she knew full well the kind of arguments with which she should attack him. She pointed out to him that the Jewish race had arrived at the hour of vengeance. It had been a race crushed down as the French people had been before the Revolution, and was now going to oppress others by the power of gold. The Marquis, devoid of reli- gious faith, but convinced that the idea of God was rather a legislative idea, which had more effect in keeping the foolish, the ignorant, and the timid in the right path than the simple notion of Justice, re- garded dogmas with a respectful indifference, and held in equal and sincere esteem Confucius, Mohammed, and Jesus Christ. Accordingly, the fact that the lat- ter was crucified did not at all present itself as an original wrongdoing but as a gross, political blunder. In consequence it only required a few weeks to make him admire the toil, hidden, incessant, and all-powerful, of the persecuted Jews everywhere. And, viewing with different eyes their brilliant triumph, he looked upon it as a just reparation for the indignities that so long had been heaped upon them. He saw them masters of kings, who are the masters of the people — sustaining thrones or allowing them to collapse, able to make a nation bankrupt as one might a wine- merchant, proud in the presence of princes who had grown humble, and casting their impure gold into the half-open purses of the most Catholic sovereigns, who thanked them by conferring on them titles of nobility and lines of railway. So he consented to the mar- riage of William Andermatt with Christiane de Ravenel. As for Christiane, under the unconscious pressure of Madame Icardon, her mother's old companion, who MONT ORIOL 19 had become her intimate adviser since the Marquise's death, a pressure to which was added that of her father and the interested indifference of her brother, she consented to marry this big, overrich youth, who was not ugly but scarcely pleased her, just as she would have consented to spend a summer in a dis- agreeable country. She found him a good fellow, kind, not stupid, nice in intimate relations; but she frequently laughed at him along with Gontran, whose gratitude was of the perfidious order. He would say to her: "Your husband is rosier and balder th:An ever. He looks like a sickly flower, or a sucking pig with its hair shaved off. Where does he get these colors?" She would reply: "I assure you I have nothing to do with it. There are days when I feel inclined to paste him on a box of sugar-plums." But they had arrived in front of the baths. Two men were seated on straw chairs with their backs to the wall, smoking their pipes, one at each side of the door. Said Gontran: "Look, here are two good types. Watch the fellow at the right, the hunchback with the Greek cap! That's Pere Printemps, an ex-jailer from Riom, who has become the guardian, almost the manager, of the Enval establishment. For him nothing is changed, and he governs the invalids just as he did his prisoners in former days. The bathers are always prisoners, their bathing-boxes are cells, the douche-room a black-hole, and the place where Doctor Bonnefille practices his stomach-washings with the aid of the Baraduc sounding-line a chamber of 20 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT mysterious torture. He does not salute any of the men on the strength of the principle that all convicts are contemptible beings. He treats women with much more consideration, upon my honor — a consideration mingled with astonishment, for he had none of them under his control in the prison of Riom. That re- treat being destined for males only, he has not yet got accustomed to talking to members of the fair sex. The other fellow is the cashier. I defy you to make him write your name. You are just going to see." And Gontran, addressing the man at the left, slowly said: "Monsieur Seminois, this is my sister, Madame Andermatt, who wants to subscribe for a dozen baths." The cashier, very tall, very thin, with a poor ap- pearance, rose up, went into his office, which exactly faced the study of the medical inspector, opened his book, and asked: "What name?" "Andermatt." "What did you say?" "Andermatt." "How do you spell it?" "A-n-d-e-r-m-a-t-t." "All right." And he slowly wrote it down. When he had finished, Gontran asked: "Would you kindly read over my sister's name?" "Yes, Monsieur! Madame Anterpat." Christiane laughed till the tears came into her eyes, paid for her tickets, and then asked: MONT ORIOL 21 "What is it that one hears up there?" Gontran took her arm in his. Two aiigry voices reached their ears on the stairs. They went up, opened a door, and saw a large cofTee-room with a biUiard table in the center. Two men in their shirt- sleeves at opposite sides of the billiard-table, each with a cue in his hand, were furiously abusing one another. "Eighteen!" "Seventeen!" "1 tell you I'm eighteen." "That's not true — you're only seventeen!" It was the director of the Casino, M. Petrus Martel of the Odeon, who was playing his ordinary game with the comedian of his company, M. Lapalme of the Grand Theater of Bordeaux. Petrus Martel, whose stomach, stout and inactive, swayed underneath his shirt above a pair of panta- loons fastened anyhow, after having been a strolling player in various places, had undertaken the director- ship of the Casino of Enval, and spent his days in drinking the allowances intended for the bathers. He wore an immense mustache like a dragoon, which was steeped from morning till night in the froth of bocks and the sticky syrup of liqueurs, and he had aroused in the old comedian whom he had enlisted in his service an immoderate passion for billiards. As soon as they got up in the morning, they pro- ceeded to play a game, insulted and threatened one another, expunged the record, began over again, scarcely gave themselves time for breakfast, and could not tolerate two clients coming to drive them away from their green cloth. 22 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT They soon put everyone to flight, and did not find this sort of existence unpleasant, though Petrus Martel always found himself at the end of the season in a bankrupt condition. The female attendant, overwhelmed, would have to look on all day at this endless game, listen to the interminable discussion, and carry from morning till night glasses of beer or half-glasses of brandy to the two indefatigable players. But Gontran carried off his sister: "Come into the park. 'Tis fresher." At the end of the establishment they suddenly perceived the orchestra under a Chinese kiosque. A fair-haired young man, frantically playing the violin, was conducting with movements of his head. His hair was shaking from one side to the other in the effort to keep time, and his entire torso bent forward and rose up again, swaying from left to right, like the stick of the leader of an orchestra. Facing him sat three strange-looking musicians. This was the maestro, Saint Landri. He and his assistants — a pianist, whose instru- ment, mounted on rollers, was wheeled each morn- ing from the vestibule of the baths to the kiosque \ an enormous flautist, who presented the appearance of sucking a match while tickling it with his big swollen fingers, and a double-bass of consumptive aspect — produced with much fatigue this perfect im- itation of a bad barrel-organ, which had astonished Christiane in the village street. As she stopped to look at them, a gentleman sa- luted her brother. "Good day, my dear Count." MONT ORIOL 23 " Good day, doctor." And Gontran introduced them: "My sister — Doc- tor Honorat." She could scarcely restrain her merriment at the sight of this third physician. The latter bowed and made some complimentary remark. "I hope that Madame is not an invalid?" "Yes — slightly." He did not go farther with the matter, and changed the subject. "You are aware, my dear Count, that you will shortly have one of the most interesting spectacles that could await you on your arrival in this district." "What is it, pray, doctor?" " Pere Oriol is going to blast his hill. This is of no consequence to you, but for us it is a big event." And he proceeded to explain. "Pere Oriol — the richest peasant in this part of the country — he is known to be worth over fifty thousand francs a year — owns all the vineyards along the plain up to the outlet of Enval. Now, just as you go out from the village at the division of the valley, rises a little moun- tain, or rather a high knoll, and on this knoll are the best vineyards of Pere Oriol. In the midst of two of them, facing the road, at two paces from the stream, stands a gigantic stone, an elevation which has im- peded the cultivation and put into the shade one en- tire side of the field, on which it looks down. For six years, Pere Oriol has every week been announc- ing that he was going to blast his hill; but he has never made up his mind about it. "Every time a country boy went to be a soldier, the old man would say to him: 'When you're com- 24 WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT ing home on furlough, bring me some powder for this rock of mine.' And all the young soldiers would bring back in their knapsacks some powder that they stole for Pere Oriol's rock. He has a chest full of this powder, and yet the hill has not been blasted. At last, for a week past, he has been noticed scooping out the stone, with his son, big Jacques, surnamed Colosse, which in Auvergne is pronounced 'Coloche.' This very morning they filled with powder the empty belly of the enormous rock; then they stopped up the mouth of it, only letting in the fuse bought at the tobacconist's. In two hours' time they will set fire to it. Then, five or ten minutes afterward, it will go off, for the end of the fuse is pretty long." Christiane was interested in this narrative, amused already at the idea of this explosion, finding here again a childish sport that pleased her simple heart. They had now reached the end of the park. "Where do you go now?" she said. Doctor Honorat replied: "To the End of the World, Madame; that is to say, into a gorge that has no outlet and which is celebrated in Auvergne. it is one of the loveliest natural curiosities in the district." But a bell rang behind them. Gontran cried: "Look here! breakfast-time already!" They turned back. A tall, young man came up to meet them. Gontran said: "My dear Christiane, let me intro- duce to you M. Paul Bretigny." Then, to his friend: "This is my sister, my dear boy." She thought him ugly. He had black hair, close- cropped and straight, big, round eyes, with an ex- pression that was almost hard, a head also quite MONT ORIOL 25 round, very strong, one of those heads that nnake you think of cannon-balls, herculean shoulders, a rather savage expression, heavy and brutish. But from his jacket, from his linen, from his skin per- haps, came a very subtle perfume, with which the young woman was not familiar, and she asked her- self: "I wonder what odor that is?" He said to her: "You arrived this morning, Madame?" His voice was a little hollow. She replied: "Yes, Monsieur." But Gontran saw the Marquis and Andermatt making signals to them to come in quickly to breakfast. Doctor Honorat took leave of them, asking as he left whether they really meant to go and see the hill blasted. Christiane declared that she would go; and, leaning on her brother's arm, she murmured as she dragged him along toward the hotel: "I am as hungry as a wolf I shall be very much ashamed to eat as much as 1 feel inclined before your friend." CHAPTER II. The Discovery T HE breakfast was long, as the meals usually are at a table d'hote. _ Christiane, who was not familiar ^^, with all the f^ices of those present, chatted with her father and her brother. Then she went up to her room to take a rest till the time for blasting the rock. She was ready long before the hour Tp-\^ Hxed, and made the others start along with ^^^ her so that they might not miss the explo- ^^ ' sion. Just outside the village, at the opening -f5' of the glen, stood, as they had heard, a high ^ knoll, almost a mountain, which they proceeded to climb under a burning sun, following a little path through the vine-trees. When they reached the sum- mit the young woman uttered a cry of astonishment at the sight of the immense horizon displayed be- fore her eyes. In front of her stretched a limitless plain, which immediately gave her soul the sensation of an ocean. This plain, overhung by a veil of light blue vapor, extended as far as the most distant (26) MONT ORIOL 37 mountain-ridges, which were scarcely perceptible, some fifty or sixty kilometers away. And under the transparent haze of delicate fineness, which floated above this vast stretch, could be distinguished towns, villages, woods, vast yellow squares of ripe crops, vast green squares of herbage, factories with long, red chimneys and blackened steeples and sharp- pointed structures, with the solidified lava of dead volcanoes. "Turn around," said her brother. She turned around. And behind she saw the mountain, the huge mountain indented with craters. This was the entrance to the foundation on which Enval stood, a great expanse of greenness in which one could scarcely trace the hidden gash of the gorge. The trees in a waving mass scaled the high slope as far as the first crater and shut out the view of those beyond. But, as they were exactly on the line that separated the plains from the mountain, the latter stretched to the left toward Clermont-Ferrand, and, wandering away, unrolled over the blue sky their strange mutilated tops, like monstrous blotches — extinct volcanoes, dead volcanoes. And yonder — over yonder, between two peaks — could be seen an- other, higher still, more distant still, round and majestic, and bearing on its highest pinnacle some- thing of fantastic shape resembling a ruin. This was the Puy de Dome, the king of the mountains of Auvergne, strong and unwieldy, wearing on its head, like a crown placed thereon by the mightiest of peo- ples, the remains of a Roman temple. Christiane exclaimed: "Oh! how happy I shall be here!" ^ WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT And she felt herself happy already, penetrated by that sense of well-being which takes possession of the flesh and the heart, makes you breathe with ease, and renders you sprightly and active when you find yourself in a spot which enchants your eyes, charms and cheers you, seems to have been awaiting you, a spot for which you feel that you were born. Some one called out to her: "Madame, Madame!" And, at some distance away, she saw Doctor Honorat, recognizable by his big hat. He rushed across to them, and conducted the family toward the opposite side of the hill, over a grassy slope beside a grove of young trees, where already some thirty persons were waiting, strangers and peasants mingled together. Beneath their feet, the steep hillside descended to- ward the Riom road, overshadowed by willov/s that sheltered the shallow river; and in the midst of a vineyard at the edge of this stream rose a sharp- pointed rock before which two men on bended knees seemed to be praying. This was the scene ©faction. The Oriols, father and son, were attaching the fuse. On the road, a crowd of curious spectators had stationed themselves, with a line of people lower down in front, among whom village brats were scampering about. Doctor Honorat chose a convenient place for Christiane to sit down, and there she waited with a beating heart, as if she were going to see the entire population blown up along with the rock. 