dowsan exotic silhouette； upright before this former dwelling of some Louis XIV farmer of revenue； which makes one think of a great negro carrying the sunshade of a gentleman of the court。
From Valence to Marseilles； throughout all the Valley of the Rhone； Saint…Romans of Bellaignes is famous as an enchanted palace； and； indeed； in that country burnt up by the fiery wind； this oasis of greenness and beautiful rushing water is a true fairy…land。
〃When I am rich； mamma；〃 Jansoulet used to say； as quite a small boy； to his mother whom he adored； 〃I shall give you Saint…Romans of Bellaignes。〃 And as the life of the man seemed the fulfilment of a story from the Arabian Nights； as all his wishes came true； even the most disproportionate； as his maddest chimeras came to lie down before him； to lick his hands like familiar and obedient spaniels； he had bought Saint…Romans to offer it； newly furnished and grandiosely restored； to his mother。 Although it was ten years since then； the dear old woman was not yet used to her splendid establishment。 〃It is the palace of Queen Jeanne that you have given me； my dear Bernard；〃 she wrote to her son。 〃I shall never live there。〃 She never did live there； as a matter of fact； having stayed at the steward's house； an isolated building of modern construction； situated quite at the other end of the grounds； so as to overlook the outbuildings and the farm； the sheepfolds and the oil…mills； with their rural horizon of stacks； olive…trees and vines； extending over the plain as far as one could see。 In the great castle she would have imagined herself a prisoner in one of those enchanted dwellings where sleep seizes you in the midst of your happiness and does not let you go for a hundred years。 Here； at least； the peasant…womanwho had never been able to accustom herself to this colossal fortune； come too late； from too far； and like a thunder…clapfelt herself linked to reality by the coming and going of the work…people； the letting…out and taking…in of the cattle； their slow movement to the drinking pond； all that pastoral life which woke her by the familiar call of the cocks and the sharp cries of the peacocks； and brought her down the corkscrew staircase of the pavilion before dawn。 She looked upon herself only as the trustee of this magnificent estate； which she was taking care of for her son； and wished to give back to him in perfect condition on the day when； rich enough and tired of living with the Turks； he would come； according to his promise； to live with her beneath the shade of Saint…Romans。
Then； too； what universal and indefatigable supervision！ Through the mists of early morning the farm…servants heard her rough and husky voice： 〃Olivier； Peyrol； Audibert。 Come on！ It is four o'clock。〃 Then she would hasten to the immense kitchen； where the maids； heavy with sleep； were heating the porridge over the crackling； new…lit fire。 They gave her a little dish of red Marseilles…ware full of boiled chestnutsfrugal breakfast of bygone times； which nothing would have induced her to change。 At once she was off； hurrying with great strides； her large silver keyring at her belt； whence jingled all her keys； her plate in her hand； balanced by the distaff which she held； in working order； under her arm； for she spun all day long； and did not stop even to eat her chestnuts。 On the way； a glance at the stables； still dark； where the animals were moving duly； at the stifling pens with their rows of impatient and outstretched muzzles； and the first glimmers of light creeping over the layers of stones that supported the embankment of the park； lit up the figure of the old woman； running in the dew； with the lightness of a girl； despite her seventy yearsverifying exactly each morning all the wealth of the domain； anxious to make sure that the night had not taken away the statues and the vases； uprooted the hundred…year…old quincunx； dried up the springs which filtered into their resounding basins。 Then the full sunlight of midday； humming and vibrating； showed still； on the sand of an alley； against the white wall of a terrace； the long figure of the old woman； elegant and straight as her spindle； picking up bits of dead wood； breaking off some uneven branch of a shrub； careless of the shock it caused her and the sweat which broke out over her skin。 Towards this hour another figure was to be seen in the park alsoless active； less noisy； dragging rather than walking； leaning against the walls and railingsa poor round…shouldered being； shaky and stiff； a figure from which life seemed to have gone out； never speaking； when he was tired giving a little plaintive cry towards the servant； who was always near； who helped him to sit down； to crouch upon some step； where he would stay for hours； motionless； mute； his mouth hanging； his eyes blinking； hushed by the strident monotony of the grasshopper's crya blotch of humanity in the splendid horizon。
This； this was the first…born； Bernard's brother； the darling child of his father and mother； the glorious hope of the nail…maker's family。 Slaves； like so many others in the Midi； to the superstition of the rights of primogeniture； they had made every possible sacrifice to send to Paris their fine； ambitious lad； who set out assured of success； the admiration of all the young women of the town； and Paris； after having for six years； beaten； twisted； and squeezed in its great vat the brilliant southern stripling； after having burnt him with all its vitriol； rolled him in all its mud； finished by sending him back in this state of wreckage； stupefied and paralyzedkilling his father with sorrow； and forcing his mother to sell her all； and live as a sort of char…woman in the better…class houses of her own country…side。 Lucky it was that just then； when this broken piece of humanity； discharged from all the hospitals of Paris； was sent back by public charity to Bourg…Saint…Andeol； Bernardhe whom they called Cadet； as in these southern families； half Arab as they are； the eldest always takes the family name； and the last…comer that of CadetBernard was at Tunis making his fortune； and sending home money regularly。 But what pain it was for the poor mother to owe everything； even the life； the comfort of the sad invalid； to the robust and courageous boy whom his father and she had loved without any tenderness； who； since he was five years old； they had treated as a 〃hand；〃 because he was very strong； woolly…headed； and ugly； and even then knew better than any one in the house how to deal in old nails。 Ah！ how she longed to have him near her； her Cadet； to make some return to him for all the good he did； to pay at last the debt of love and motherly tenderness that she owed him！
But； you see； these princely fortunes have the burdens； the wearinesses of royal lives。 This poor mother； in her dazzling surroundings； was very like a real queen： familiar with long exiles； cruel separations； and the trials which detract from greatness； one of her sons forever stupefied； the other far away； seldom writing； absorbed in his business； saying； 〃I will come；〃 and never coming。 She had only seen him once in twelve years； and then in the whirl of a visit of the Bey to Saint…Romansa rush of horses and carriages； of fireworks； and of banquets。 He had gone in the suite of his monarch； having scarcely time to say good…bye to his old mother； to whom there remained of this great joy only a few pictures in the illustrated papers； showing Bernard Jansoulet arriving at the castle with Ahmed； and presenting his mother。 Is it not thus that kings and queens have their family feelings exploited in the journals？ There was also a cedar of Lebanon； brought from the other end of the world； a regular mountain of a tree； whose transport had been as difficult and as costly as that of Cleopatra's needle； and whose erection as a souvenir of the royal visit by dint of men； money； and teams had shaken the very foundations。 But this time； at least； knowing him to be in France for several monthsperhaps for goodshe hoped to have her Bernard to herself。 And now he returned to her； one fine evening； enveloped in the same triumphant glory； in the same official display； surrounded by a crowd of counts； of marquises； of fine gentlemen from Paris； filling； they and their servants； the two large wagonettes she had sent to meet them at the little station of Giffas on the other side of the Rhone。
〃Come； give me a kiss； my dear mother。 There is nothing to be ashamed of in giving a good hug to the boy you haven't seen all these years。 Besides； all these gentlemen are our friends。 This is the Marquis de Monpavon； the Marquis de Bois d'Hery。 Ah！ the time is past when I brought you to eat vegetable soup with us； little Cabassu and Jean… Batiste Bompain。 You know M。 de Gery？ With my old friend Cardailhac； whom I now present； that makes the first batch。 There are others to come。 Prepare yourself for a fine upsetting。 We entertain the Bey in four days。〃
〃The Bey again！〃 said the old woman； astounded。 〃I thought he was dead。〃
Jansoulet and his guests could not help laughing at this comical terror； accentuated by her southern intonation。
〃It is another； mamma。 There is always a Beythank goodness。 But don't be afraid。 You won't have so much bother this time。 Our friend Cardailhac has undertaken everything。 We are going to have magnificent celebrations。 In the meantime； quickdinner and our rooms。 Our Parisians are worn out。〃
〃Everything is ready； my son；〃 said the old lady quietly； stiff and straight under her Cambrai cap； the head…dress with its yellowing flaps； which she never left off even for great occasions。 Good fortune had not changed her。 She was a true peasant of the Rhone valley； independent and proud； without any of the sly humilities of Balzac's country folk； too artless to be purse…proud。 One pride alone she had that of showing her son with what scrupulous care she had discharged her duties as guardian。 Not an atom of dust； not a trace of damp on the walls。 All the splendid ground…floor； the reception…rooms with their hangings of iridescent silk new out of the dust sheets； the long summer galleries cool and sonorous； paved with mosaics and furnished with a flowery lightness in the old…fashioned style； with Louis XIV sofas