ging to the lady； whom the commandant sneeringly called 〃the princess〃； everything； even to the clothes of her attendant squire； stirred Hulot's bile。 The dress of the unknown man was a good specimen of the fashions of the day then being caricatured as 〃incroyable；〃unbelievable； unless seen。 Imagine a person trussed up in a coat； the front of which was so short that five or six inches of the waistcoat came below it； while the skirts were so long that they hung down behind like the tail of a cod；the term then used to describe them。 An enormous cravat was wound about his neck in so many folds that the little head which protruded from that muslin labyrinth certainly did justify Captain Merle's comparison。 The stranger also wore tight…fitting trousers and Suwaroff boots。 A huge blue…and…white cameo pinned his shirt； two watch…chains hung from his belt； his hair； worn in ringlets on each side of his face； concealed nearly the whole forehead； and； for a last adornment； the collar of his shirt and that of his coat came so high that his head seemed enveloped like a bunch of flowers in a horn of paper。 Add to these queer accessories； which were combined in utter want of harmony； the burlesque contradictions in color of yellow trousers； scarlet waistcoat； cinnamon coat； and a correct idea will be gained of the supreme good taste which all dandies blindly obeyed in the first years of the Consulate。 This costume； utterly uncouth； seemed to have been invented as a final test of grace； and to show that there was nothing too ridiculous for fashion to consecrate。 The rider seemed to be about thirty years old； but he was really twenty…two； perhaps he owed this appearance of age to debauchery； possibly to the perils of the period。 In spite of his preposterous dress； he had a certain elegance of manner which proved him to be a man of some breeding。
When the captain had dropped back close to the carriage； the dandy seemed to fathom his design； and favored it by checking his horse。 Merle； who had flung him a sardonic glance； encountered one of those impenetrable faces； trained by the vicissitudes of the Revolution to hide all； even the most insignificant； emotion。 The moment the curved end of the old triangular hat and the captain's epaulets were seen by the occupants of the carriage； a voice of angelic sweetness said： 〃Monsieur l'officier； will you have the kindness to tell us at what part of the road we now are？〃
There is some inexpressible charm in the question of an unknown traveller； if a woman；a world of adventure is in every word； but if the woman asks for assistance or information； proving her weakness or ignorance of certain things； every man is inclined to construct some impossible tale which shall lead to his happiness。 The words； 〃Monsieur l'officier；〃 and the polite tone of the question stirred the captain's heart in a manner hitherto unknown to him。 He tried to examine the lady； but was cruelly disappointed； for a jealous veil concealed her features； he could barely see her eyes； which shone through the gauze like onyx gleaming in the sunshine。
〃You are now three miles from Alencon； madame；〃 he replied。
〃Alencon！ already！〃 and the lady threw herself； or； rather； she gently leaned back in the carriage； and said no more。
〃Alencon？〃 said the other woman； apparently waking up； 〃then you'll see it again。〃
She caught sight of the captain and was silent。 Merle； disappointed in his hope of seeing the face of the beautiful incognita； began to examine that of her companion。 She was a girl about twenty…six years of age； fair； with a pretty figure and the sort of complexion； fresh and white and well…fed； which characterizes the women of Valognes； Bayeux； and the environs of Alencon。 Her blue eyes showed no great intelligence； but a certain firmness mingled with tender feeling。 She wore a gown of some common woollen stuff。 The fashion of her hair； done up closely under a Norman cap； without any pretension； gave a charming simplicity to her face。 Her attitude； without； of course； having any of the conventional nobility of society； was not without the natural dignity of a modest young girl； who can look back upon her past life without a single cause for repentance。 Merle knew her at a glance for one of those wild flowers which are sometimes taken from their native fields to Parisian hot…houses； where so many blasting rays are concentrated； without ever losing the purity of their color or their rustic simplicity。 The naive attitude of the girl and her modest glance showed Merle very plainly that she did not wish a listener。 In fact； no sooner had he withdrawn than the two women began a conversation in so low a tone that only a murmur of it reached his ear。
〃You came away in such a hurry；〃 said the country…girl； 〃that you hardly took time to dress。 A pretty…looking sight you are now！ If we are going beyond Alencon； you must really make your toilet。〃
〃Oh！ oh！ Francine！〃 cried the lady。
〃What is it？〃
〃This is the third time you have tried to make me tell you the reasons for this journey and where we are going。〃
〃Have I said one single word which deserves that reproach？〃
〃Oh； I've noticed your manoeuvring。 Simple and truthful as you are； you have learned a little cunning from me。 You are beginning to hold questioning in horror； and right enough； too； for of all the known ways of getting at a secret； questions are； to my mind； the silliest。〃
〃Well；〃 said Francine； 〃since nothing escapes you； you must admit； Marie； that your conduct would excite the curiosity of a saint。 Yesterday without a penny； to…day your hands are full of gold； at Mortagne they give you the mail…coach which was pillaged and the driver killed； with government troops to protect you； and you are followed by a man whom I regard as your evil genius。〃
〃Who？ Corentin？〃 said the young lady； accenting the words by two inflections of her voice expressive of contempt； a sentiment which appeared in the gesture with which she waved her hand towards the rider。 〃Listen； Francine；〃 she said。 〃Do you remember Patriot； the monkey I taught to imitate Danton？〃
〃Yes； mademoiselle。〃
〃Well； were you afraid of him？〃
〃He was chained。〃
〃And Corentin is muzzled； my dear。〃
〃We used to play with Patriot by the hour；〃 said Francine；〃I know that； but he always ended by serving us some bad trick。〃 So saying； Francine threw herself hastily back close to her mistress； whose hands she caught and kissed in a coaxing way； saying in a tone of deep affection： 〃You know what I mean； Marie； but you will not answer me。 How can you； after all that sadness which did so grieve meoh； indeed it grieved me！how can you； in twenty…four hours； change about and become so gay？ you； who talked of suicide！ Why have you changed？ I have a right to ask these questions of your soulit is mine； my claim to it is before that of others； for you will never be better loved than you are by me。 Speak； mademoiselle。〃
〃Why； Francine； don't you see all around you the secret of my good spirits？ Look at the yellowing tufts of those distant tree…tops； not one is like another。 As we look at them from this distance don't they seem like an old bit of tapestry？ See the hedges from behind which the Chouans may spring upon us at any moment。 When I look at that gorse I fancy I can see the muzzles of their guns。 Every time the road is shady under the trees I fancy I shall hear firing； and then my heart beats and a new sensation comes over me。 It is neither the shuddering of fear nor an emotion of pleasure； no； it is better than either； it is the stirring of everything within meit is life！ Why shouldn't I be gay when a little excitement is dropped into my monotonous existence？〃
〃Ah！ you are telling me nothing； cruel girl！ Holy Virgin！〃 added Francine； raising her eyes in distress to heaven； 〃to whom will she confess herself if she denies the truth to me？〃
〃Francine；〃 said the lady； in a grave tone； 〃I can't explain to you my present enterprise； it is horrible。〃
〃Why do wrong when you know it to be wrong？〃
〃How can I help it？ I catch myself thinking as if I were fifty； and acting as if I were still fifteen。 You have always been my better self； my poor Francine； but in this affair I must stifle conscience。 And；〃 she added after a pause； 〃I cannot。 Therefore； how can you expect me to take a confessor as stern as you？〃 and she patted the girl's hand。
〃When did I ever blame your actions？〃 cried Francine。 〃Evil is so mixed with good in your nature。 Yes； Saint Anne of Auray； to whom I pray to save you； will absolve you for all you do。 And； Marie； am I not here beside you； without so much as knowing where you go？〃 and she kissed her hands with effusion。
〃But；〃 replied Marie； 〃you may yet desert me； if your conscience〃
〃Hush； hush； mademoiselle；〃 cried Francine； with a hurt expression。 〃But surely you will tell me〃
〃Nothing！〃 said the young lady； in a resolute voice。 〃Onlyand I wish you to know itI hate this enterprise even more than I hate him whose gilded tongue induced me to undertake it。 I will be rank and own to you that I would never have yielded to their wishes if I had not foreseen； in this ignoble farce； a mingling of love and danger which tempted me。 I cannot bear to leave this empty world without at least attempting to gather the flowers that it owes me；whether I perish in the attempt or not。 But remember； for the honor of my memory； that had I ever been a happy woman； the sight of their great knife； ready to fall upon my neck； would not have driven me to accept a part in this tragedyfor it is a tragedy。 But now；〃 she said； with a gesture of disgust； 〃if it were countermanded； I should instantly fling myself into the Sarthe。 It would not be destroying life； for I have never lived。〃
〃Oh； Saint Anne of Auray； forgive her！〃
〃What are you so afraid of？ You know very well that the dull round of domestic life gives no opportunity for my passions。 That would be bad in most women； I admit； but my soul is made of a higher sensibility and can bear great tests。 I might have been； perhaps； a gentle being like you。 Why； why have I risen above or sunk beneath the level of my sex？ Ah！ the wife of Bonaparte is a happy woman！ Yes； I shall die young； for I am gay； as you say；gay at this pleasure…party； wher