They received him with perfect politeness.Thus introduced, and as he was not one to let the grass grow under his feet, he soon obtained a footing as friend of the family, which, being now advised by Josephine, he took care not to compromise by ****** love to Rose before the baroness.However, he insisted on placing his financial talent at their service.He surveyed and valued their lands, and soon discovered that all their farms were grossly underlet.Luckily most of the leases were run out.He prepared a new rent roll, and showed it Aubertin, now his fast friend.Aubertin at his request obtained a list of the mortgages, and Edouard drew a balance-sheet founded on sure data, and proved to the baroness that in able hands the said estate was now solvent.
This was a great comfort to the old lady: and she said to Aubertin, "Heaven has sent us a champion, a little republican--with the face of an angel."Descending to practice, Edouard actually put three of the farms into the market, and let them at an advance of twenty per cent on the expired leases.He brought these leases signed; and the baroness had scarcely done thanking him, when her other secret friend, Monsieur Perrin, was announced.Edouard exchanged civilities with him, and then retired to the Pleasaunce.There he found both sisters, who were all tenderness and gratitude to him.By this time he had learned to value Josephine: she was so lovely and so good, and such a true womanly friend to him.Even Rose could not resist her influence, and was obliged to be kind to him, when Josephine was by.But let Josephine go, and instead of her being more tender, as any other girl would, left alone with her lover, sauciness resumed its empire till sweet Josephine returned.Whereof cometh an example; for the said Josephine was summoned to a final conference with the baroness and Monsieur Perrin.
"Don't be long," said Rose, as Josephine glided away, and (taking the precaution to wait till she was quite out of hearing), "I shall be so dull, dear, till you come back.""I shall not though," said Edouard.
"I am not so sure of that.Now then."
"Now then, what?"
"Begin."
"Begin what?"
"Amusing me." And she made herself look sullen and unamusable all over.
"I will try," said Riviere."I'll tell you what they say of you:
that you are too young to love."
"So I am, much."
"No, no, no! I made a mistake.I mean too young to be loved.""Oh, I am not too young for that, not a bit."This point settled, she suggested that, if he could not amuse her, he had better do THE NEXT BEST THING, and that was, talk sense.
"I think I had better not talk at all," said he, "for I am no match for such a nimble tongue.And then you are so remorseless.I'll hold my tongue, and make a sketch of this magnificent oak.""Ay, do: draw it as it appeared on a late occasion: with two ladies flying out of it, and you rooted with dismay.""There is no need; that scene is engraved.""Where? in all the shops?"
"No; on all our memories."
"Not on mine; not on mine.How terrified you were--ha, ha! and how terrified we should have been if you had not.Listen: once upon a time--don't be alarmed: it was long after Noah--a frightened hare ran by a pond; the frogs splashed in the water, smit with awe.Then she said, 'Ah ha! there are people in the world I frighten in my turn; I am the thunderbolt of war.' Excuse my quoting La Fontaine:
I am not in 'Charles the Twelfth of Sweden' yet.I am but a child.""And it's a great mercy, for when you grow up, you will be too much for me, that is evident.Come, then, Mademoiselle the Quizzer, come and adorn my sketch.""Monsieur, shall I make you a confession? You will not be angry: Icould not support your displeasure.I have a strange inclination to walk up and down this terrace while you go and draw that tree in the Pleasaunce.""Resist that inclination; perhaps it will fly from you.""No; you fly from me, and draw.I will rejoin you in a few minutes.""Thank you, I'm not so stupid.You will step indoors directly.""Do you doubt my word, sir?" asked she haughtily.
He had learned to obey all her caprices; so he went and placed himself on the west side of the oak and took out his sketch-book, and worked zealously and rapidly.He had done the outlines of the tree and was finishing in detail a part of the huge trunk, when his eyes were suddenly dazzled: in the middle of the rugged bark, deformed here and there with great wart-like bosses, and wrinkled, seamed, and ploughed all over with age, burst a bit of variegated color; bright as a poppy on a dungeon wall, it glowed and glittered out through a large hole in the brown bark; it was Rose's face peeping.To our young lover's eye how divine it shone! None of the half tints of common flesh were there, but a thing all rose, lily, sapphire, and soul.His pencil dropped, his mouth opened, he was downright dazzled by the glowing, bewitching face, sparkling with fun, in the gaunt tree.Tell me, ladies, did she know, even at that age, the value of that sombre frame to her brightness? The moment she found herself detected, the gaunt old tree rang musical with a crystal laugh, and out came the arch-dryad."I have been there all the time.How solemn you looked! Now for the result of such profound study." He showed her his work; she altered her tone.
"Oh, how clever!" she cried, "and how rapid! What a facility you have! Monsieur is an artist," said she gravely; "I will be more respectful," and she dropped him a low courtesy."Mind you promised it me," she added sharply.
"You will accept it, then?"
"That I will, now it is worth having: dear me, I never reckoned on that.Finish it directly," cried this peremptory young person.
"First I must trouble you to stand out there near the tree.""Me? what for?"
"Because art loves contrasts.The tree is a picture of age and gradual decay; by its side then I must place a personification of youth and growing loveliness."She did not answer, but made a sort of defiant pirouette, and went where she was bid, and stood there with her back to the artist.
