Chapter II
I SLOWLY ascended the steps and entered the house, and at a corner of the corridor I found myself face to face with a tall lady dressed in black.
I understood at once that this lady of thirtyeight or forty years of age, and still beautiful, was the mistress of the house.
"Madame," said I, bowing deeply, "I am afraid you will think me intrusive, but the custom of the country may be my excuse, and your servant's invitation my authority to enter."
"You are welcome to the mother," replied Madame de Franchi, "and you will almost immediately be welcomed by the son. From this moment, sir, the house belongs to you; use it as if it were your own."
"I come but to beg hospitality for one night, madame," I answered; "tomorrow morning, at daybreak, I will take my departure."
"You are free to do as you please, sir; but I hope that you will change your mind, and that we shall have the honour of your company for a longer period."
I bowed again, and Madame continued
"Maria, show this gentleman to my son Louis' chamber; light the fire at once, and carry up some hot water. You will excuse me," she said, turning again to me as the servant departed, "but I always fancy that the first wants of a tired traveller are warm water and a fire. Will you please to follow my maid, sir; and you need have no hesitation in asking her for anything you may require. We shall sup in an hour, and my son, who will be home by that time, will have the honour to wait upon you."
"I trust you will excuse my travelling dress, madame."
"Yes, sir," she replied smiling; "but on condition that you, on your part, will excuse the rusticity of your reception."
I bowed my thanks, and followed the servant upstairs.
The room was situated on the first floor, and looked out towards the rear of the house, upon a pretty and extensive garden, well planted with various trees, and watered by a charming little stream, which fell into the Tavaro.
At the further end the prospect was bounded by a hedge, so thick as to appear like a wall. As is the case in almost all Italian houses, the walls of the rooms were whitewashed and frescoed.
I understood immediately that Madame de Franchi had given me this, her absent son's chamber, because it was the most comfortable one in the house.
While Maria was lighting the fire and fetching the hot water, I took it into my head to make an inventory of the room, and try to arrive at an estimation of the character of its usual occupant by those means.
I immediately put this idea into execution, and beginning with the left hand, I took mental notes of the various objects by which I was surrounded.
The furniture all appeared to be modern, a circumstance which in that part of the island, where civilization had not then taken deep root, appeared to indicate no inconsiderable degree of luxury. It was composed of an iron bedstead and bedding, a sofa, four armchairs, six other occasional chairs, a wardrobe, half book case and half bureau, all of mahogany, from the first cabinet maker in Ajaccio.
The sofas and chairs were covered with chintz, and curtains of similar material fell before the windows, and hung round the bed.
I had got so far with my inventory when Maria left the room, and I was enabled to push my investigation a little closer.
I opened the bookcase, and found within a collection of the works of our greatest poets. I noticed Corneille, Racine, Molière, La Fontaine, Ronsard, Victor Hugo, and Lamartine.
Our moralistsMontaigne, Pascal, Labruyère.
Our historiansMezeray, Chateaubriand, Augustin Thierry.
Our philosophersCuvier, Beudant, Elie de Beaumont.
Besides these there were several volumes of romances and other books, amongst which I recognized, with a certain pride, my own "Impression of Travel."
The keys were in the drawer of the bureau. I opened one of them.
Here I found fragments of a history of Corsica, a work upon the best means of abolishing the Vendetta, some French verses, and some Italian sonnets, all in manuscript. This was more than I expected, and I had the presumption to conclude that I need not seek much farther to form my opinion of the character of Monsieur Louis de Franchi.
He appeared to be a quiet, studious young man, a partizan of the French reformers, and then I understood why he had gone to Paris to become an advocate.
There was, without doubt, a great future for him in this course. I made all these reflections as I was dressing. My toilette, as I had hinted to Madame de Franchi, although not wanting in a certain picturesqueness, demanded that some allowance should be made for it.
It was composed of a vest of black velvet, open at seams of the sleeves, so as to keep me cooler during the heat of the day, and slashed à l'Espagnole, permitting a silken chemise to appear underneath. My legs were encased in velvet breeches to the knee, and thence protected by Spanish gaiters, embroidered in Spanish silk. A felt hat, warranted to take any shape, but particularly that of a sombrero, completed my costume.
I recommend this dress to all travellers as being the most convenient I am acquainted with, and I was in the act of dressing, when the same man who had introduced me appeared at the door.
He came to announce that his young master, Monsieur Lucien de Franchi, had that instant arrived, and who desired to pay his respects to me if I were ready to receive him.
I replied that I was at the disposal of Monsieur Lucien de Franchi if he would do me the honour to come up.
An instant afterwards I heard a rapid step approaching my room, and almost immediately afterwards I was face to face with my host.
Chapter III
HE was, as my guide had told me, a young man of about twentyone years of age, with black hair and eyes, his face browned by the sun, rather under than over the average height, but remarkably wellproportioned.
In his haste to welcome me he had come up, just as he was, in his ridingcostume, which was composed of a redingote of green cloth, to which a cartridgepouch gave a somewhat military air, grey pantaloons with leather let in on the inner side of the legs, boots and spurs. His headdress was a cap similar to those worn by our Chasseurs d'Afrique.
From either side of his pouch there hung a gourd and a pistol, and he carried an English carbine in addition.
Notwithstanding the youthful appearance of my host, whose upper lip was as yet scarcely shaded by a moustache, he wore an air of independence and resolution, which struck me very forcibly.
Here was a man fitted for strife, and accustomed to live in the midst of danger, but without despising it, grave because he was solitary, calm because he was strong.
With a single glance he took me all in, my luggage, my arms, the dress I had just taken off, and that which I had just donned.
His glance was as rapid and as sure as that of a man whose very life may depend upon a hasty survey of his surroundings.
"I trust you will excuse me if I disturb you," he said; "but I come with good intentions. I wish to see if you require anything. I am always somewhat uneasy when any of you gentlemen from the continent pay us a visit, for we are still so uncivilized, we Corsicans, that it is really with fear and trembling that we exercise, particularly to Frenchmen, our own hospitality, which will, I fear, soon be the only thing that will remain to us."
"You have no reason to fear," I replied; "it would be difficult to say what more a traveller can require beyond what Madame de Franchi has supplied. Besides," I continued, glancing round the apartment, "I must confess I do not perceive any of the want of civilization you speak of so frankly, and were it not for the charming prospect from those windows, I should fancy myself in an apartment in the Chaussee d'Antin."
"Yes," returned the young man, "it is rather a mania with my poor brother Louis; he is so fond of living à la Française; but I very much doubt whether, when he leaves Paris, the poor attempt at civilization here will appear to him sufficient on his return home as it formerly did."
"Has your brother been long away from Corsica?" I inquired.
"For the last ten months."
"You expect him back soon?"
"Oh, not for three or four years."
"That is a very long separation for two brothers, who probably were never parted before."
"Yes, and particularly if they love each other as we do."
"No doubt he will come to see you before he finishes his studies?"
"Probably; he has promised us so much, at least."
"In any case, nothing need prevent you from paying him a visit?"
"No, I never leave Corsica."
There was in his tone, as he made this reply, that love of country which astonishes the rest of the universe.
I smiled.
"It appears strange to you," he said, smiling in his turn, "when I tell you that I do not wish to leave a miserable country like ours; but you must know that I am as much a growth of the island as the oak or the laurel; the air I breathe must be impregnated with the odours of the sea and of the mountains. I must have torrents to cross, rocks to scale, forests to explore. I must have space; liberty is necessary to me, and if you were to take me to live in a town I believe I should die."
"But how is it there is such a great difference between you and your brother in this respect?"
"And you would add with so great a physical resemblance, if you knew him."
"Are you, then, so very much alike?"
"So much so, that when we were children our parents were obliged to sew a distinguishing mark upon our clothes."
"And as you grew up?" I suggested.
"As we grew up our habits caused a very slight change in our appearance, that is all. Always in a study, poring over books and drawings, my brother grew somewhat pale, while I, being always in the open air, became bronzed, as you see."
"I hope," I said, "that you will permit me to judge of this resemblance, and if you have any commission for Monsieur Louis, you will charge me with it."
"Yes, certainly, with great pleasure, if you will be so kind. Now, will you excuse me? I see you are more advanced in your toilet than I, and supper will be ready in a quarter of an hour."
"You surely need not trouble to change on my account."
"You must not reproach me with this, for you have yourself set me the example; but, in any case, I am now in a riding dress, and must change it for a mountaineer's costume, as, after supper, I have to make an excursion in which boots and spurs would only serve to hinder me."