I, meanwhile, am seeking the key to the sombre preoccupation that clouds her brow, the haughty and defiant severity of her eyes, the cold bitterness of her tongue. I ask myself if these are the natural traits of a strange and complex character, or the symptoms of some secret suffering, remorse, or fear, or love, which preys on this noble heart. However slightly one may be interested in the question, it is impossible not to feel a certain curiosity about a person so remarkable. Last night, while old Alain, with whom I am a favourite, was serving my solitary repast, I said: "Well, Alain, it’s been a lovely day. Have you been riding?" "Yes, sir, this morning, with mademoiselle." "Oh, indeed!" "You must have seen us go by, sir." "Very likely. I sometimes do see you pass. You look well on horseback, Alain." "You’re very kind, sir. But mademoiselle looks better than I do." "She is a very beautiful young lady." "You’re right, sir, and she’s fair inside as well as outside. Just like her mother. I’ll tell you something, sir. You know, perhaps, that this property belonged to the last Comte de Castennec, whom I had the honour of serving. When the Laroques bought the château I must own that I was rather upset, and not inclined to stay with the new people. I had been brought up to respect the nobility, and it went against my feelings to live with people of no birth. You may have noticed, sir, that I am glad to wait upon you; that is because I think you look like a gentleman. Are you quite sure you don’t belong to the nobility, sir?" "Quite sure, my poor Alain." "Well, it’s of no consequence, sir, and this is what I wanted to tell you," said Alain, with a graceful inclination. "In the service of these ladies I have learned that nobility of the heart is as good as the other, more especially that of the Comte de Castennec, who had a weakness for beating his servants. Still, sir, it’s a great pity mademoiselle cannot marry a gentleman with a fine old name. Then she would be perfect." "But, Alain, it seems to me that it only depends on herself." "If you refer to M. de Bévallan, sir, it certainly does, for he asked for her more than six months ago. Madame was not opposed to the marriage, and, in fact, after the Laroques, M. de Bévallan is the richest man hereabouts; but mademoiselle, though she didn’t positively refuse, wanted time to think the matter over." "But if she loves M. de Bévallan, and can marry him whenever she likes, why is she always so sad and thoughtful?" "It’s very true, sir, that mademoiselle has changed a good deal in the last two or three years. Before that she was as merry as a bird; now she seems to have something on her mind, but, if I may say so, it is not love for this gentleman." "You don’t seem very fond of M. de Bévallan yourself, Alain. But his family is excellent."