The Chateau of Prince Polignac
by Anthony Trollope
Few Englishmen or Englishwomen are intimately acquainted with the
little town of Le Puy. It is the capital of the old province of Le
Velay, which also is now but little known, even to French ears, for
it is in these days called by the imperial name of the Department of
the Haute Loire. It is to the south-east of Auvergne, and is nearly
in the centre of the southern half of France.
But few towns, merely as towns, can be better worth visiting. In
the first place, the volcanic formation of the ground on which it
stands is not only singular in the extreme, so as to be interesting
to the geologist, but it is so picturesque as to be equally
gratifying to the general tourist. Within a narrow valley there
stand several rocks, rising up from the ground with absolute
abruptness. Round two of these the town clusters, and a third
stands but a mile distant, forming the centre of a faubourg, or
suburb. These rocks appear to be, and I believe are, the harder
particles of volcanic matter, which have not been carried away
through successive ages by the joint agency of water and air.
When the tide of lava ran down between the hills the surface left
was no doubt on a level with the heads of these rocks; but here and
there the deposit became harder than elsewhere, and these harder
points have remained, lifting up their steep heads in a line through
The highest of these is called the Rocher de Corneille. Round this
and up its steep sides the town stands. On its highest summit there
was an old castle; and there now is, or will be before these pages
are printed, a colossal figure in bronze of the Virgin Mary, made
from the cannon taken at Sebastopol. Half-way down the hill the
cathedral is built, a singularly gloomy edifice,Romanesque, as it
is called, in its style, but extremely similar in its mode of
architecture to what we know of Byzantine structures. But there has
been no surface on the rock side large enough to form a resting-
place for the church, which has therefore been built out on huge
supporting piles, which form a porch below the west front; so that
the approach is by numerous steps laid along the side of the wall
below the church, forming a wondrous flight of stairs. Let all men
who may find themselves stopping at Le Puy visit the top of these
stairs at the time of the setting sun, and look down from thence
through the framework of the porch on the town beneath, and at the
Behind the church is the seminary of the priests, with its beautiful
walks stretching round the Rocher de Corneille, and overlooking the
town and valley below.
Next to this rock, and within a quarter of a mile of it, is the
second peak, called the Rock of the Needle. It rises narrow, sharp,
and abrupt from the valley, allowing of no buildings on its sides.
But on its very point has been erected a church sacred to St.
Michael, that lover of rock summits, accessible by stairs cut from
the stone. This, perhapsthis rock, I meanis the most wonderful
of the wonders which Nature has formed at La Puy.
Above this, at a mile's distance, is the rock of Espailly, formed in
the same way, and almost equally precipitous. On its summit is a
castle, having its own legend, and professing to have been the
residence of Charles VII., when little of France belonged to its
kings but the provinces of Berry, Auvergne, and Le Velay. Some
three miles farther up there is another volcanic rock, larger,
indeed, but equally sudden in its spring,equally remarkable as
rising abruptly from the valley,on which stands the castle and old
family residence of the house of Polignac. It was lost by them at
the Revolution, but was repurchased by the minister of Charles X.,
and is still the property of the head of the race.
Le Puy itself is a small, moderate, pleasant French town, in which
the language of the people has not the pure Parisian aroma, nor is
the glory of the boulevards of the capital emulated in its streets.
These are crooked, narrow, steep, and intricate, forming here and
there excellent sketches for a lover of street picturesque beauty;
but hurtful to the feet with their small, round-topped paving
stones, and not always as clean as pedestrian ladies might desire.
And now I would ask my readers to join me at the morning table
d'hote at the Hotel des Ambassadeurs. It will of course be
understood that this does not mean a breakfast in the ordinary
fashion of England, consisting of tea or coffee, bread and butter,
and perhaps a boiled egg. It comprises all the requisites for a
composite dinner, excepting soup; and as one gets farther south in
France, this meal is called dinner. It is, however, eaten without
any prejudice to another similar and somewhat longer meal at six or
seven o'clock, which, when the above name is taken up by the earlier
enterprise, is styled supper.
The dejeuner, or dinner, at the Hotel des Ambassadeurs, on the
morning in question, though very elaborate, was not a very gay
affair. There were some fourteen persons present, of whom half were
residents in the town, men employed in some official capacity, who
found this to be the cheapest, the most luxurious, and to them the
most comfortable mode of living. They clustered together at the
head of the table, and as they were customary guests at the house,
they talked their little talk togetherit was very littleand made
the most of the good things before them. Then there were two or
three commis-voyageurs, a chance traveller or two, and an English
lady with a young daughter. The English lady sat next to one of the
accustomed guests; but he, unlike the others, held converse with her
rather than with them. Our story at present has reference only to
that lady and to that gentleman.
Place aux dames. We will speak first of the lady, whose name was
Mrs. Thompson. She was, shall I say, a young woman of about thirty-
six. In so saying, I am perhaps creating a prejudice against her in
the minds of some readers, as they will, not unnaturally, suppose
her, after such an announcement, to be in truth over forty. Any
such prejudice will be unjust. I would have it believed that
thirty-six was the outside, not the inside of her age. She was
good-looking, lady-like, and considering that she was an
Englishwoman, fairly well dressed. She was inclined to be rather
full in her person, but perhaps not more so than is becoming to
ladies at her time of life. She had rings on her fingers and a
brooch on her bosom which were of some value, and on the back of her
head she wore a jaunty small lace cap, which seemed to tell, in
conjunction with her other appointments, that her circumstances were
The little girl who sat next to her was the youngest of her two
daughters, and might be about thirteen years of age. Her name was
Matilda, but infantine circumstances had invested her with the
nickname of Mimmy, by which her mother always called her. A nice,
pretty, playful little girl was Mimmy Thompson, wearing two long
tails of plaited hair hanging, behind her head, and inclined
occasionally to be rather loud in her sport.
Mrs. Thompson had another and an elder daughter, now some fifteen
years old, who was at school in Le Puy; and it was with reference to
her tuition that Mrs. Thompson had taken up a temporary residence at
the Hotel des Ambassadeurs in that town. Lilian Thompson was
occasionally invited down to dine or breakfast at the inn, and was
visited daily at her school by her mother.
"When I'm sure that she'll do, I shall leave her there, and go back
to England," Mrs. Thompson had said, not in the purest French, to
the neighbour who always sat next to her at the table d'hote, the
gentleman, namely, to whom we have above alluded. But still she had
remained at Le Puy a month, and did not go; a circumstance which was
considered singular, but by no means unpleasant, both by the
innkeeper and by the gentleman in question.
The facts, as regarded Mrs. Thompson, were as follows:- She was the
widow of a gentleman who had served for many years in the civil
service of the East Indies, and who, on dying, had left her a
comfortable income ofit matters not how many pounds, but
constituting quite a sufficiency to enable her to live at her ease
and educate her daughters.
Her children had been sent home to England before her husband's
death, and after that event she had followed them; but there, though
she was possessed of moderate wealth, she had no friends and few
acquaintances, and after a little while she had found life to be
rather dull. Her customs were not those of England, nor were her
propensities English; therefore she had gone abroad, and having
received some recommendation of this school at Le Puy, had made her
way thither. As it appeared to her that she really enjoyed more
consideration at Le Puy than had been accorded to her either at
Torquay or Leamington, there she remained from day to day. The
total payment required at the Hotel des Ambassadeurs was but six
francs daily for herself and three and a half for her little girl;
and where else could she live with a better junction of economy and
comfort? And then the gentleman who always sat next to her was so
The gentleman's name was M. Lacordaire. So much she knew, and had
learned to call him by his name very frequently. Mimmy, too, was
quite intimate with M. Lacordaire; but nothing more than his name
was known of him. But M. Lacordaire carried a general letter of
recommendation in his face, manner, gait, dress, and tone of voice.
In all these respects there was nothing left to be desired; and, in
addition to this, he was decorated, and wore the little red ribbon
of the Legion of Honour, ingeniously twisted into the shape of a
M. Lacordaire might be senior in age to Mrs. Thompson by about ten
years, nor had he about him any of the airs or graces of a would-be
young man. His hair, which he wore very short, was grizzled, as was
also the small pretence of a whisker which came down about as far as
the middle of his ear; but the tuft on his chin was still brown,
without a gray hair. His eyes were bright and tender, his voice was
low and soft, his hands were very white, his clothes were always new
and well fitting, and a better-brushed hat could not be seen out of
Paris, nor perhaps in it.
Now, during the weeks which Mrs. Thompson had passed at La Puy, the
acquaintance which she had formed with M. Lacordaire had progressed
beyond the prolonged meals in the salle a manger. He had
occasionally sat beside her evening table as she took her English
cup of tea in her own room, her bed being duly screened off in its
distant niche by becoming curtains; and then he had occasionally
walked beside her, as he civilly escorted her to the lions of the
place; and he had once accompanied her, sitting on the back seat of
a French voiture, when she had gone forth to see something of the
On all such occasions she had been accompanied by one of her
daughters, and the world of Le Puy had had nothing material to say
against her. But still the world of Le Puy had whispered a little,
suggesting that M. Lacordaire knew very well what he was about. But
might not Mrs. Thompson also know as well what she was about? At
any rate, everything had gone on very pleasantly since the
acquaintance had been made. And now, so much having been explained,
we will go back to the elaborate breakfast at the Hotel des
Mrs. Thompson, holding Mimmy by the hand, walked into the room some
few minutes after the last bell had been rung, and took the place
which was now hers by custom. The gentlemen who constantly
frequented the house all bowed to her, but M. Lacordaire rose from
his seat and offered her his hand.
"And how is Mees Meemy this morning?" said he; for 'twas thus he
always pronounced her name.
Miss Mimmy, answering for herself, declared that she was very well,
and suggested that M. Lacordaire should give her a fig from off a
dish that was placed immediately before him on the table. This M.
Lacordaire did, presenting it very elegantly between his two
fingers, and making a little bow to the little lady as he did so.
"Fie, Mimmy!" said her mother; "why do you ask for the things before
the waiter brings them round?"
"But, mamma," said Mimmy, speaking English, "M. Lacordaire always
gives me a fig every morning."
"M. Lacordaire always spoils you, I think," answered Mrs. Thompson,
in French. And then they went thoroughly to work at their
breakfast. During the whole meal M. Lacordaire attended assiduously
to his neighbour; and did so without any evil result, except that
one Frenchman with a black moustache, at the head of the table, trod
on the toe of another Frenchman with another black moustache
winking as he made the signjust as M. Lacordaire, having selected
a bunch of grapes, put it on Mrs. Thompson's plate with infinite
grace. But who among us all is free from such impertinences as
"But madame really must see the chateau of Prince Polignac before
she leaves Le Puy," said M. Lacordaire.
"The chateau of who?" asked Mimmy, to whose young ears the French
words were already becoming familiar.
"Prince Polignac, my dear. Well, I really don't know, M.
Lacordaire;I have seen a great deal of the place already, and I
shall be going now very soon; probably in a day or two," said Mrs.
"But madame must positively see the chateau," said M. Lacordaire,
very impressively; and then after a pause he added, "If madame will
have the complaisance to commission me to procure a carriage for
this afternoon, and will allow me the honour to be her guide, I
shall consider myself one of the most fortunate of men."
"Oh, yes, mamma, do go," said Mimmy, clapping her hands. "And it is
Thursday, and Lilian can go with us."
"Be quiet, Mimmy, do. Thank you, no, M. Lacordaire. I could not go
to-day; but I am extremely obliged by your politeness."
M. Lacordaire still pressed the matter, and Mrs. Thompson still
declined till it was time to rise from the table. She then declared
that she did not think it possible that she should visit the chateau
before she left Le Puy; but that she would give him an answer at
The most tedious time in the day to Mrs. Thompson were the two hours
after breakfast. At one o'clock she daily went to the school,
taking Mimmy, who for an hour or two shared her sister's lessons.
This and her little excursions about the place, and her shopping,
managed to make away with her afternoon. Then in the evening, she
generally saw something of M. Lacordaire. But those two hours after
breakfast were hard of killing.
On this occasion, when she gained her own room, she as usual placed
Mimmy on the sofa with a needle. Her custom then was to take up a
novel; but on this morning she sat herself down in her arm-chair,
and resting her head upon her hand and elbow, began to turn over
certain circumstances in her mind.
"Mamma," said Mimmy, "why won't you go with M. Lacordaire to that
place belonging to the prince? PrincePolly something, wasn't it?"
"Mind your work, my dear," said Mrs. Thompson.
"But I do so wish you'd go, mamma. What was the prince's name?"
"Mamma, ain't princes very great people?"
"Yes, my dear; sometimes."
"Is Prince Polly-nac like our Prince Alfred?"
"No, my dear; not at all. At least, I suppose not."
"Is his mother a queen?"
"No, my dear."
"Then his father must be a king?"
"No, my dear. It is quite a different thing here. Here in France
they have a great many princes."
"Well, at any rate I should like to see a prince's chateau; so I do
hope you'll go." And then there was a pause. "Mamma, could it come
to pass, here in France, that M. Lacordaire should ever be a
"M. Lacordaire a prince! No; don't talk such nonsense, but mind
"Isn't M. Lacordaire a very nice man? Ain't you very fond of him?"
To this question Mrs. Thompson made no answer.
"Mamma," continued Mimmy, after a moment's pause, "won't you tell me
whether you are fond of M. Lacordaire? I'm quite sure of this,
that he's very fond of you."
"What makes you think that?" asked Mrs. Thompson, who could not
bring herself to refrain from the question.
"Because he looks at you in that way, mamma, and squeezes your
"Nonsense, child," said Mrs. Thompson; "hold your tongue. I don't
know what can have put such stuff into your head."
"But he does, mamma," said Mimmy, who rarely allowed her mother to
put her down.
Mrs. Thompson made no further answer, but again sat with her head
resting on her hand. She also, if the truth must be told, was
thinking of M. Lacordaire and his fondness for herself. He had
squeezed her hand and he had looked into her face. However much it
may have been nonsense on Mimmy's part to talk of such things, they
had not the less absolutely occurred. Was it really the fact that
M. Lacordaire was in love with her?
And if so, what return should she, or could she make to such a
passion? He had looked at her yesterday, and squeezed her hand to-
day. Might it not be probable that he would advance a step further
to-morrow? If so, what answer would she be prepared to make to him?
She did not thinkso she said to herselfthat she had any
particular objection to marrying again. Thompson had been dead now
for four years, and neither his friends, nor her friends, nor the
world could say she was wrong on that score. And as to marrying a
Frenchman, she could not say she felt within herself any absolute
repugnance to doing that. Of her own country, speaking of England
as such, she, in truth, knew but littleand perhaps cared less.
She had gone to India almost as a child, and England had not been
specially kind to her on her return. She had found it dull and
cold, stiff, and almost ill-natured. People there had not smiled on
her and been civil as M. Lacordaire had done. As far as England and
Englishmen were considered she saw no reason why she should not
marry M. Lacordaire.
And then, as regarded the man; could she in her heart say that she
was prepared to love, honour, and obey M. Lacordaire? She certainly
knew no reason why she should not do so. She did not know much of
him, she said to herself at first; but she knew as much, she said
afterwards, as she had known personally of Mr. Thompson before their
marriage. She had known, to be sure, what was Mr. Thompson's
profession and what his income; or, if not, some one else had known
for her. As to both these points she was quite in the dark as
regarded M. Lacordaire.
Personally, she certainly did like him, as she said to herself more
than once. There was a courtesy and softness about him which were
very gratifying to her; and then, his appearance was so much in his
favour. He was not very young, she acknowledged; but neither was
she young herself. It was quite evident that he was fond of her
children, and that he would be a kind and affectionate father to
them. Indeed, there was kindness in all that he did.
Should she marry again,and she put it to herself quite
hypothetically,she would look for no romance in such a second
marriage. She would be content to sit down in a quiet home, to the
tame dull realities of life, satisfied with the companionship of a
man who would be kind and gentle to her, and whom she could respect
and esteem. Where could she find a companion with whom this could
be more safely anticipated than with M. Lacordaire?
And so she argued the question within her own breast in a manner not
unfriendly to that gentleman. That there was as yet one great
hindrance she at once saw; but then that might be remedied by a
word. She did not know what was his income or his profession. The
chambermaid, whom she had interrogated, had told her that he was a
"marchand." To merchants, generally, she felt that she had no
objection. The Barings and the Rothschilds were merchants, as was
also that wonderful man at Bombay, Sir Hommajee Bommajee, who was
worth she did no know how many thousand lacs of rupees.
That it would behove her, on her own account and that of her
daughters, to take care of her own little fortune in contracting any
such connection, that she felt strongly. She would never so commit
herself as to put security in that respect out of her power. But
then she did not think that M. Lacordaire would ever ask her to do
so; at any rate, she was determined on this, that there should never
be any doubt on that matter; and as she firmly resolved on this, she
again took up her book, and for a minute or two made an attempt to
"Mamma," said Mummy, "will M. Lacordaire go up to the school to see
Lilian when you go away from this?"
"Indeed, I cannot say, my dear. If Lilian is a good girl, perhaps
he may do so now and then."
"And will he write to you and tell you how she is?"
"Lilian can write for herself; can she not?"
"Oh yes; I suppose she can; but I hope M. Lacordaire will write too.
We shall come back here some day; shan't we, mamma?"
"I cannot say, my dear."
"I do so hope we shall see M. Lacordaire again. Do you know what I
was thinking, mamma?"
"Little girls like you ought not to think," said Mrs. Thompson,
walking slowly out of the room to the top of the stairs and back
again; for she had felt the necessity of preventing Mimmy from
disclosing any more of her thoughts. "And now, my dear, get
yourself ready, and we will go up to the school."
Mrs. Thompson always dressed herself with care, though not in
especially fine clothes, before she went down to dinner at the table
d'hote; but on this occasion she was more than usually particular.
She hardly explained to herself why she did this; but, nevertheless,
as she stood before the glass, she did in a certain manner feel that
the circumstances of her future life might perhaps depend on what
might be said and done that evening. She had not absolutely decided
whether or no she would go to the Prince's chateau; but if she did
go -. Well, if she did; what then? She had sense enough, as she
assured herself more than once, to regulate her own conduct with
propriety in any such emergency.
During the dinner, M. Lacordaire conversed in his usual manner, but
said nothing whatever about the visit to Polignac. He was very kind
to Mimmy, and very courteous to her mother, but did not appear to be
at all more particular than usual. Indeed, it might be a question
whether he was not less so. As she had entered the room Mrs.
Thompson had said to herself that, perhaps, after all, it would be
better that there should be nothing more thought about it; but
before the four of five courses were over, she was beginning to feel
a little disappointed.
And now the fruit was on the table, after the consumption of which
it was her practice to retire. It was certainly open to her to ask
M. Lacordaire to take tea with her that evening, as she had done on
former occasions; but she felt that she must not do this now,
considering the immediate circumstances of the case. If any further
steps were to be taken, they must be taken by him, and not by her;
or else by Mimmy, who, just as her mother was slowly consuming her
last grapes, ran round to the back of M. Lacordaire's chair, and
whispered something into his ear. It may be presumed that Mrs.
Thompson did not see the intention of the movement in time to arrest
it, for she did nothing till the whispering had been whispered; and
then she rebuked the child, bade her not to be troublesome, and with
more than usual austerity in her voice, desired her to get herself
ready to go up stairs to their chamber.
As she spoke she herself rose from her chair, and made her final
little bow to the table, and her other final little bow and smile to
M. Lacordaire; but this was certain to all who saw it, that the
smile was not as gracious as usual.
As she walked forth, M. Lacordaire rose from his chairsuch being
his constant practice when she left the table; but on this occasion
he accompanied her to the door.
"And has madame decided," he asked, "whether she will permit me to
accompany her to the chateau?"
"Well, I really don't know," said Mrs. Thompson.
"Mees Meemy," continued M. Lacordaire, "is very anxious to see the
rock, and I may perhaps hope that Mees Lilian would be pleased with
such a little excursion. As for myself" and then M. Lacordaire
put his hand upon his heart in a manner that seemed to speak more
plainly than he had ever spoken.
"Well, if the children would really like it, andas you are so very
kind," said Mrs. Thompson; and so the matter was conceded.
"To-morrow afternoon?" suggested M. Lacordaire. But Mrs. Thompson
fixed on Saturday, thereby showing that she herself was in no hurry
for the expedition.
"Oh, I am so glad!" said Mimmy, when they had re-entered their own
room. "Mamma, do let me tell Lilian myself when I go up to the
But mamma was in no humour to say much to her child on this subject
at the present moment. She threw herself back on her sofa in
perfect silence, and began to reflect whether she would like to sign
her name in future as Fanny Lacordaire, instead of Fanny Thompson.
It certainly seemed as though things were verging towards such a
necessity. A marchand! But a marchand of what? She had an
instinctive feeling that the people in the hotel were talking about
her and M. Lacordaire, and was therefore more than ever averse to
asking any one a question.
As she went up to the school the next afternoon, she walked through
more of the streets of Le Puy than was necessary, and in every
street she looked at the names which she saw over the doors of the
more respectable houses of business. But she looked in vain. It
might be that M. Lacordaire was a marchand of so specially high a
quality as to be under no necessity to put up his name at all. Sir
Hommajee Bommajee's name did not appear over any door in Bombay;at
least, she thought not.
And then came the Saturday morning. "We shall be ready at two," she
said, as she left the breakfast-table; "and perhaps you would not
mind calling for Lilian on the way."
M. Lacordaire would be delighted to call anywhere for anybody on
behalf of Mrs. Thompson; and then, as he got to the door of the
salon, he offered her his hand. He did so with so much French
courtesy that she could not refuse it, and then she felt that his
purpose was more tender than ever it had been. And why not, if this
was the destiny which Fate had prepared for her?
Mrs. Thompson would rather have got into the carriage at any other
spot in Le Puy than at that at which she was forced to do sothe
chief entrance, namely, of the Hotel des Ambassadeurs. And what
made it worse was this, that an appearance of a special fate was
given to the occasion. M. Lacordaire was dressed in more than his
Sunday best. He had on new yellow kid gloves. His coat, if not
new, was newer than any Mrs. Thompson had yet observed, and was
lined with silk up to the very collar. He had on patent leather
boots, which glittered, as Mrs. Thompson thought, much too
conspicuously. And as for his hat, it was quite evident that it was
fresh that morning from the maker's block.
In this costume, with his hat in his hand, he stood under the great
gateway of the hotel, ready to hand Mrs. Thompson into the carriage.
This would have been nothing if the landlord and landlady had not
been there also, as well as the man-cook, and the four waiters, and
the fille de chambre. Two or three other pair of eyes Mrs. Thompson
also saw, as she glanced round, and then Mimmy walked across the
yard in her best clothes with a fete-day air about her for which her
mother would have liked to have whipped her.
But what did it matter? If it was written in the book that she
should become Madame Lacordaire, of course the world would know that
there must have been some preparatory love-making. Let them have
their laugh; a good husband would not be dearly purchased at so
trifling an expense. And so they sallied forth with already half
the ceremony of a wedding.
Mimmy seated herself opposite to her mother, and M. Lacordaire also
sat with his back to the horses, leaving the second place of honour
for Lilian. "Pray make yourself comfortable, M. Lacordaire, and
don't mind her," said Mrs. Thompson. But he was firm in his purpose
of civility, perhaps making up his mind that when he should in truth
stand in the place of papa to the young lady, then would be his time
for having the back seat in the carnage.
Lilian, also in her best frock, came down the school-steps, and
three of the school teachers came with her. It would have added to
Mrs. Thompson's happiness at that moment if M. Lacordaire would have
kept his polished boots out of sight, and put his yellow gloves into
And then they started. The road from Le Puy to Polignac is nearly
all up hill; and a very steep hill it is, so that there was plenty
of time for conversation. But the girls had it nearly all to
themselves. Mimmy thought that she had never found M. Lacordaire so
stupid; and Lilian told her sister on the first safe opportunity
that occurred, that it seemed very much as though they were all
going to church.
"And do any of the Polignac people ever live at this place?" asked
Mrs. Thompson, by way of making conversation; in answer to which M.
Lacordaire informed madame that the place was at present only a
ruin; and then there was again silence till they found themselves
under the rock, and were informed by the driver that the rest of the
ascent must be made on foot.
The rock now stood abrupt and precipitous above their heads. It was
larger in its circumference and with much larger space on its summit
than those other volcanic rocks in and close to the town; but then
at the same time it was higher from the ground, and quite as
inaccessible, except by the single path which led up to the chateau.
M. Lacordaire, with conspicuous gallantry, first assisted Mrs.
Thompson from the carriage, and then handed down the two young
ladies. No lady could have been so difficult to please as to
complain of him, and yet Mrs. Thompson thought that he was not as
agreeable as usual. Those horrid boots and those horrid gloves gave
him such an air of holiday finery that neither could he be at his
ease wearing them, nor could she, in seeing them worn.
They were soon taken in hand by the poor woman whose privilege it
was to show the ruins. For a little distance they walked up the
path in single file; not that it was too narrow to accommodate two,
but M. Lacordaire's courage had not yet been screwed to a point
which admitted of his offering his arm to the widow. For in France,
it must be remembered, that this means more than it does in some
Mrs. Thompson felt that all this was silly and useless. If they
were not to be dear friends this coming out feting together, those
boots and gloves and new hat were all very foolish; and if they
were, the sooner they understood each other the better. So Mrs.
Thompson, finding that the path was steep and the weather warm,
stood still for a while leaning against the wall, with a look of
considerable fatigue in her face.
"Will madame permit me the honour of offering her my arm?" said M.
Lacordaire. "The road is so extraordinarily steep for madame to
Mrs. Thompson did permit him the honour, and so they went on till
they reached the top.
The view from the summit was both extensive and grand, but neither
Lilian nor Mimmy were much pleased with the place. The elder
sister, who had talked over the matter with her school companions,
expected a fine castle with turrets, battlements, and romance; and
the other expected a pretty smiling house, such as princes, in her
mind, ought to inhabit.
Instead of this they found an old turret, with steps so broken that
M. Lacordaire did not care to ascend them, and the ruined walls of a
mansion, in which nothing was to be seen but the remains of an
enormous kitchen chimney.
"It was the kitchen of the family," said the guide.
"Oh," said Mrs. Thompson.
"And this," said the woman, taking them into the next ruined
compartment, "was the kitchen of monsieur et madame."
"What! two kitchens?" exclaimed Lilian, upon which M. Lacordaire
explained that the ancestors of the Prince de Polignac had been very
great people, and had therefore required culinary performances on a
And then the woman began to chatter something about an oracle of
Apollo. There was, she said, a hole in the rock, from which in past
times, perhaps more than a hundred years ago, the oracle used to
speak forth mysterious words.
"There," she said, pointing to a part of the rock at some distance,
"was the hole. And if the ladies would follow her to a little
outhouse which was just beyond, she would show them the huge stone
mouth out of which the oracle used to speak."
Lilian and Mimmy both declared at once for seeing the oracle, but
Mrs. Thompson expressed her determination to remain sitting where
she was upon the turf. So the guide started off with the young
ladies; and will it be thought surprising that M. Lacordaire should
have remained alone by the side of Mrs. Thompson?
It must be now or never, Mrs. Thompson felt; and as regarded M.
Lacordaire, he probably entertained some idea of the same kind.
Mrs. Thompson's inclinations, though they had never been very strong
in the matter, were certainly in favour of the "now." M.
Lacordaire's inclinations were stronger. He had fully and firmly
made up his mind in favour of matrimony; but then he was not so
absolutely in favour of the "now." Mrs. Thompson's mind, if one
could have read it, would have shown a great objection to shilly-
shallying, as she was accustomed to call it. But M. Lacordaire,
were it not for the danger which might thence arise, would have seen
no objection to some slight further procrastination. His courage
was beginning, perhaps, to ooze out from his fingers' ends.
"I declare that those girls have scampered away ever so far," said
"Would madame wish that I should call them back?" said M.
"Oh, no, dear children! let them enjoy themselves; it will be a
pleasure to them to run about the rock, and I suppose they will be
safe with that woman?"
"Oh, yes, quite safe," said M. Lacordaire; and then there was
another little pause.
Mrs. Thompson was sitting on a broken fragment of a stone just
outside the entrance to the old family kitchen, and M. Lacordaire
was standing immediately before her. He had in his hand a little
cane with which he sometimes slapped his boots and sometimes poked
about among the rubbish. His hat was not quite straight on his
head, having a little jaunty twist to one side, with reference to
which, by-the-bye, Mrs. Thompson then resolved that she would make a
change, should ever the gentleman become her own property. He still
wore his gloves, and was very smart; but it was clear to see that he
was not at his ease.
"I hope the heat does not incommode you," he said after a few
moments' silence. Mrs. Thompson declared that it did not, that she
liked a good deal of heat, and that, on the whole, she was very well
where she was. She was afraid, however, that she was detaining M.
Lacordaire, who might probably wish to be moving about upon the
rock. In answer to which M. Lacordaire declared that he never could
be so happy anywhere as in her close vicinity.
"You are too good to me," said Mrs. Thompson, almost sighing. "I
don't know what my stay here would have been without your great
"It is madame that has been kind to me," said M. Lacordaire,
pressing the handle of his cane against his heart.
There was then another pause, after which Mrs. Thompson said that
that was all his French politeness; that she knew that she had been
very troublesome to him, but that she would now soon be gone; and
that then, in her own country, she would never forget his great
"Ah, madame!" said M. Lacordaire; and, as he said it, much more was
expressed in his face than in his words. But, then, you can neither
accept nor reject a gentleman by what he says in his face. He
blushed, too, up to his grizzled hair, and, turning round, walked a
step or two away from the widow's seat, and back again.
Mrs. Thompson the while sat quite still. The displaced fragment,
lying, as it did, near a corner of the building, made not an
uncomfortable chair. She had only to be careful that she did not
injure her hat or crush her clothes, and throw in a word here and
there to assist the gentleman, should occasion permit it.
"Madame!" said M. Lacordaire, on his return from a second little
"Monsieur!" replied Mrs. Thompson, perceiving that M. Lacordaire
paused in his speech.
"Madame," he began again, and then, as he again paused, Mrs.
Thompson looked up to him very sweetly; "madame, what I am going to
say will, I am afraid, seem to evince by far too great audacity on
Mrs. Thompson may, perhaps, have thought that, at the present
moment, audacity was not his fault. She replied, however, that she
was quite sure that monsieur would say nothing that was in any way
unbecoming either for him to speak or for her to hear.
"Madame, may I have ground to hope that such may be your sentiments
after I have spoken! Madame"and now he went down, absolutely on
his knees, on the hard stones; and Mrs. Thompson, looking about into
the distance, almost thought that she saw the top of the guide's
cap"Madame, I have looked forward to this opportunity as one in
which I may declare for you the greatest passion that I have ever
yet felt. Madame, with all my heart and soul I love you. Madame, I
offer to you the homage of my heart, my hand, the happiness of my
life, and all that I possess in this world;" and then, taking her
hand gracefully between his gloves, he pressed his lips against the
tips of her fingers.
If the thing was to be done, this way of doing it was, perhaps, as
good as any other. It was one, at any rate, which left no doubt
whatever as to the gentleman's intentions. Mrs. Thompson, could she
have had her own way, would not have allowed her lover of fifty to
go down upon his knees, and would have spared him much of the
romance of his declaration. So also would she have spared him his
yellow gloves and his polished boots. But these were a part of the
necessity of the situation, and therefore she wisely took them as
matters to be passed over with indifference. Seeing, however, that
M. Lacordaire still remained on his knees, it was necessary that she
should take some step toward raising him, especially as her two
children and the guide would infallibly be upon them before long.
"M. Lacordaire," she said, "you surprise me greatly; but pray get
"But will madame vouchsafe to give me some small ground for hope?"
"The girls will be here directly, M. Lacordaire; pray get up. I can
talk to you much better if you will stand up, or sit down on one of
M. Lacordaire did as he was bid; he got up, wiped the knees of his
pantaloons with his handkerchief, sat down beside her, and then
pressed the handle of his cane to his heart.
"You really have so surprised me that I hardly know how to answer
you," said Mrs. Thompson. "Indeed, I cannot bring myself to imagine
that you are in earnest."
"Ah, madame, do not be so cruel! How can I have lived with you so
long, sat beside you for so many days, without having received your
image into my heart? I am in earnest! Alas! I fear too much in
earnest!" And then he looked at her with all his eyes, and sighed
with all his strength.
Mrs. Thompson's prudence told her that it would be well to settle
the matter, in one way or the other, as soon as possible. Long
periods of love-making were fit for younger people than herself and
her future possible husband. Her object would be to make him
comfortable if she could, and that he should do the same for her, if
that also were possible. As for lookings and sighings and pressings
of the hand, she had gone through all that some twenty years since
in India, when Thompson had been young, and she was still in her
"But, M. Lacordaire, there are so many things to be considered.
There! I hear the children coming! Let us walk this way for a
minute." And they turned behind a wall which placed them out of
sight, and walked on a few paces till they reached a parapet, which
stood on the uttermost edge of the high rock. Leaning upon this
they continued their conversation.
"There are so many things to be considered," said Mrs. Thompson
"Yes, of course," said M. Lacordaire. "But my one great
consideration is this;that I love madame to distraction."
"I am very much flattered; of course, any lady would so feel. But,
"Madame, I am all attention. But, if you would deign to make me
happy, say that one word, 'I love you!'" M. Lacordaire, as he
uttered these words, did not look, as the saying is, at his best.
But Mrs. Thompson forgave him. She knew that elderly gentlemen
under such circumstances do not look at their best.
"But if I consented tototo such an arrangement, I could only do
so on seeing that it would be beneficialor, at any rate, not
injuriousto my children; and that it would offer to ourselves a
fair promise of future happiness."
"Ah, madame; it would be the dearest wish of my heart to be a second
father to those two young ladies; except, indeed" and then M.
Lacordaire stopped the flow of his speech.
"In such matters it is so much the best to be explicit at once,"
said Mrs. Thompson.
"Oh, yes; certainly! Nothing can be more wise than madame."
"And the happiness of a household depends so much on money."
"Let me say a word or two, Monsieur Lacordaire. I have enough for
myself and my children; and, should I every marry again, I should
not, I hope, be felt as a burden by my husband; but it would, of
course, be my duty to know what were his circumstances before I
accepted him. Of yourself, personally, I have seen nothing that I
do not like."
"But as yet I know nothing of your circumstances."
M. Lacordaire, perhaps, did feel that Mrs. Thompson's prudence was
of a strong, masculine description; but he hardly liked her the less
on this account. To give him his due he was not desirous of
marrying her solely for her money's sake. He also wished for a
comfortable home, and proposed to give as much as he got; only he
had been anxious to wrap up the solid cake of this business in a
casing of sugar of romance. Mrs. Thompson would not have the sugar
but the cake might not be the worse on that account.
"No, madame, not as yet; but they shall all be made open and at your
disposal," said M. Lacordaire; and Mrs. Thompson bowed approvingly.
"I am in business," continued M. Lacordaire; "and my business gives
me eight thousand francs a year."
"Four times eight are thirty-two," said Mrs. Thompson to herself;
putting the francs into pounds sterling, in the manner that she had
always found to be the readiest. Well, so far the statement was
satisfactory. An income of three hundred and twenty pounds a year
from business, joined to her own, might do very well. She did not
in the least suspect M. Lacordaire of being false, and so far the
matter sounded well.
"And what is the business?" she asked, in a tone of voice intended
to be indifferent, but which nevertheless showed that she listened
anxiously for an answer to her question.
They were both standing with their arms upon the wall, looking down
upon the town of Le Puy; but they had so stood that each could see
the other's countenance as they talked. Mrs. Thompson could now
perceive that M. Lacordaire became red in the face, as he paused
before answering her. She was near to him, and seeing his emotion
gently touched his arm with her hand. This she did to reassure him,
for she saw that he was ashamed of having to declare that he was a
tradesman. As for herself, she had made up her mind to bear with
this, if she found, as she felt sure she would find, that the trade
was one which would not degrade either him or her. Hitherto,
indeed,in her early days,she had looked down on trade; but of
what benefit had her grand ideas been to her when she had returned
to England? She had tried her hand at English genteel society, and
no one had seemed to care for her. Therefore, she touched his arm
lightly with her fingers that she might encourage him.
He paused for a moment, as I have said, and became red; and then
feeling that he had shown some symptoms of shameand feeling also,
probably, that it was unmanly in him to do so, he shook himself
slightly, raised his head up somewhat more proudly than was his
wont, looked her full in the face with more strength of character
than she had yet seen him assume; and then, declared his business.
"Madame," he said, in a very audible, but not in a loud voice,
"madameje suis tailleur." And having so spoken, he turned
slightly from her and looked down over the valley towards Le Puy.
There was nothing more said upon the subject as they drove down from
the rock of Polignac back to the town. Immediately on receiving the
announcement, Mrs. Thompson found that she had no answer to make.
She withdrew her handand felt at once that she had received a
blow. It was not that she was angry with M. Lacordaire for being a
tailor; nor was she angry with him in that, being a tailor, he had
so addressed her. But she was surprised, disappointed, and
altogether put beyond her ease. She had, at any rate, not expected
this. She had dreamed of his being a banker; thought that, perhaps,
he might have been a wine merchant; but her idea had never gone
below a jeweller or watchmaker. When those words broke upon her
ear, "Madame, je suis tailleur," she had felt herself to be
But the words had not been a minute spoken when Lilian and Mimmy ran
up to their mother. "Oh, mamma," said Lilian, "we thought you were
lost; we have searched for you all over the chateau."
"We have been sitting very quietly here, my dear, looking at the
view," said Mrs. Thompson.
"But, mamma, I do wish you'd see the mouth of the oracle. It is so
large, and so round, and so ugly. I put my arm into it all the
way," said Mimmy.
But at the present moment her mamma felt no interest in the mouth of
the oracle; and so they all walked down together to the carriage.
And, though the way was steep, Mrs. Thompson managed to pick her
steps without the assistance of an arm; nor did M. Lacordaire
presume to offer it.
The drive back to town was very silent. Mrs. Thompson did make one
or two attempts at conversation, but they were not effectual. M.
Lacordaire could not speak at his ease till this matter was settled,
and he already had begun to perceive that his business was against
him. Why is it that the trade of a tailor should be less honourable
than that of a haberdasher, or even a grocer?
They sat next each other at dinner, as usual; and here, as all eyes
were upon them, they both made a great struggle to behave in their
accustomed way. But even in this they failed. All the world of the
Hotel des Ambassadeurs knew that M. Lacordaire had gone forth to
make an offer to Mrs. Thompson, and all that world, therefore, was
full of speculation. But all the world could make nothing of it.
M. Lacordaire did look like a rejected man, but Mrs. Thompson did
not look like the woman who had rejected him. That the offer had
been madein that everybody agreed, from the senior habitue of the
house who always sat at the head of the table, down to the junior
assistant garcon. But as to reading the riddle, there was no accord
When the dessert was done, Mrs. Thompson, as usual, withdrew, and M.
Lacordaire, as usual, bowed as he stood behind his own chair. He
did not, however, attempt to follow her.
But when she reached the door she called him. He was at her side in
a moment, and then she whispered in his ear -
"And I, alsoI will be of the same business."
When M. Lacordaire regained the table the senior habitue, the junior
garcon, and all the intermediate ranks of men at the Hotel des
Ambassadeurs knew that they might congratulate him.
Mrs. Thompson had made a great struggle; but, speaking for myself, I
am inclined to think that she arrived at last at a wise decision.