Harper's New Monthly Magazine, vol. 3, no. 18, November, 1851Harper, Various (magazine)
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, vol. 3, no. 18, November, 1851
Harper, Various (magazine)
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
There were many points in the arrangement which I did not like. To
begin, I had no fancy whatever for the condition of a dependent, and
such my poverty would at once stamp me. Secondly, I was averse to this
frequent intercourse with men of the Royalist party, whose restless
character and unceasing schemes were opposed to all the principles of
those I had served under; and finally, I was growing impatient under the
listless vacuity of a life that gave no occupation, nor opened any view
for the future. I sat down to breakfast in a mood very little in unison
with the material enjoyments around me. The meal was all that could
tempt appetite; and the view from the open window displayed a beautiful
flower-garden, imperceptibly fading away into a maze of ornamental
planting, which was backed again by a deep forest, the well-known wood
of Belleville. Still I ate on sullenly, scarce noticing any of the
objects around me. I will see the count, and take leave of him, thought
I, suddenly; I can not be his guest without sacrificing feeling in a
dozen ways.
"At what hour does monsieur rise?" asked I, of the obsequious valet who
waited behind my chair.
"Usually at three or four in the afternoon, sir; but to-day he has
desired me to make his excuses to you. There will be a consultation of
doctors here; and the likelihood is, that he may not leave his
chamber."
"Will you convey my respectful compliments, then, to him, and my regrets
that I had not seen him before leaving the Chateau?"
"The count charged me, sir, to entreat your remaining here till he had
seen you. He said you had done him infinite service already, and indeed
it is long since he has passed a night in such tranquillity."
There are few slight circumstances which impress a stranger more
favorably, than any semblance of devotion on the part of a servant to
his master. The friendship of those above one in life is easier to
acquire than the attachment of those beneath. Love is a plant whose
tendrils strive ever upward. I could not help feeling struck at the
man's manner, as he spoke these few words; and insensibly my mind
reverted to the master who had inspired such sentiments.
"My master gave orders, sir," continued he, "that we should do every
thing possible to contribute to your wishes; that the carriage, or, if
you prefer them, saddle-horses, should be ready at any hour you ordered.
The wood has a variety of beautiful excursions; there is a lake, too,
about two leagues away; and the ruins of Monterraye are also worth
seeing."
"If I had not engagements in Paris," muttered I, while I affected to
mumble over the conclusion of the sentence to myself.
"Monsieur has seldom done a greater kindness than this will be," added
he, respectfully; "but if monsieur's business could be deferred for a
day or two without inconvenience--"
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