Below this beautiful garden a wide expanse of smooth, green turf,
dotted here and there with majestic trees, and at rarer intervals
diversified with tall groves and verdant coppices, covered the whole
descent of the first hill to the dim wooded dell which has been
mentioned as containing the singular cavity known throughout the
country as the “Devil’s Drinking-Cup.” This dell, which was the limit
of count de St. Renan’s demesnes in that direction, was divided from
the park by a ragged paling many feet in height, and of considerable
strength, framed of rough timber from the woods, the space within being
appropriated to a singular and choice breed of deer, imported from
the East by one of the former counts, who, being of an adventurous
and roving disposition, had sojourned for some time in the French
settlements of Hindostan. Beyond this dell again, which was defended on
the outer side by a strong and lofty wall of brick, all overrun with
luxuriant ivy, the ground rose in a small rounded knoll, or hillock of
small extent, richly wooded, and crowned by the gray turrets and steep
flagged roof of the old château d’Argenson.
This building, however, was as much inferior in size and stateliness
to the grand feudal fortalice of St. Renan, as the little round-topped
hill on which it stood, so slightly elevated above the face of the
surrounding country as to detract nothing, at least in appearance,
from its general slope to the southeastward, was lower than the great
rock-bound ridge from which it overlooked the territories, all of which
had in distant times obeyed the rules of its almost princely dwellers.
The sun of a lovely evening in the latter part of July had already sunk
so far down in the west that only one half of its great golden disk
was visible above the well-defined, dark outline of the seaward-crags,
which, relieved by the glowing radiance of the whole western sky, stood
out massive and solid like a huge purple wall, and seemed so close at
hand that the spectator could almost persuade himself that he had but
to stretch out his arm, in order to touch the great barrier, which was
in truth several miles distant.
Over the crest, and through the gaps of this continuous line of
highland, the long level rays streamed down in the slope in one vast
flood of golden glory, which was checkered only by the interminable
length of shadows which were projected from every single tree, or
scattered clump, from every petty elevation of the soil, down the soft
glimmering declivity.
Three years had elapsed since the frightful fate of the unhappy lord
of Kerguelen, and the various incidents, which in some sort took their
origin from the nature of his crime and its consequence, affecting
in the highest degree the happiness of the families of St. Renan and
D’Argenson.
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