As an example of this, Jane, who by nature was perfectly fearless,
shying at no obstacle whatever, and afraid of nothing, changed her
character after living for a few months in the same stable with Blanche,
and began to exhibit sudden and unaccountable fears. Her more timid
companion had, without doubt, told her ghost stories at night. At times,
when dashing along in the dusk through the Bois de Boulogne, Blanche
would stop short and shy sharply to one side as if to avoid some
phantom, which, invisible to us, had appeared to her. Trembling all
over, with loud breathings, and body covered with sweat, she would rear
straight on end if we tried to make her go on by touching her with the
whip. Jane could not force her to follow, however hard she might try. In
these cases there was nothing to be done but to get out, cover Blanche’s
eyes and lead her along for a few paces till the vision took flight.
Jane ended with allowing herself to be conquered by these terrors, which
Blanche, when safely back in her stable, doubtless explained to her in
full. We must frankly own that when, in the middle of a dusky lane
checkered by moonlight into fantastic lights and shadows, Blanche,
usually so docile,—Blanche, who, to excite her into a gallop, needed
nothing heavier than that whip of Queen Mab’s which was made of
cricket’s bone with gossamer lash,—planted herself suddenly on her four
feet as though some spectre had seized her bridle, and with
unconquerable obstinacy refused to move a step forward, we could not
prevent a cold chill from running down our spine. Searching the shadow
with unquiet glances, we almost imagined that we could detect therein
the ghastly countenance of one of Goya’s “Caprices,” where in reality
were only innocent silhouettes of leafy birch-trees or beeches.
It was one of our great pleasures to drive these charming animals
ourselves, and an intimate understanding was soon established between
us. If we held the reins in our hands, it was mainly for the look of the
thing. The least click of the tongue sufficed to guide them to right or
to left, to make them go slower or bring them to a stop. In a very short
time they learned all our habits. They went of their own accord to the
newspaper office, to the printers, to the editors, to the Bois de
Boulogne, to the houses where we dined on particular days of the week,
all with such exactitude that at last it became absolutely compromising.
By consulting Jane or Blanche any one could have procured the address of
our most mysterious visiting-places. If, while pursuing some interesting
or tender conversation, we forgot the flight of time, they would recall
it to our minds by neighing, and stamping with their hoofs under the
balcony.
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