torturing like a mistress who still loves。
〃If I had a son like yours； madame；〃 she said to Madame du Gua； who was visibly frightened； 〃I should wear mourning from the day when I had yielded him to danger； I should know no peace of mind。〃
No answer was made to this speech。 She turned her head repeatedly to the escort and then suddenly to Madame du Gua； without detecting the slightest secret signal between the lady and the Gars which might have confirmed her suspicions on the nature of their intimacy； which she longed to doubt。 The young chief calmly smiled； and bore without flinching the scrutiny she forced him to undergo； his attitude and the expression of his face were those of a man indifferent to danger； he even seemed to say at times： 〃This is your chance to avenge your wounded vanitytake it！ I have no desire to lessen my contempt for you。〃
Mademoiselle de Verneuil began to study the young man from the vantage…ground of her position with coolness and dignity； at the bottom of her heart she admired his courage and tranquillity。 Happy in discovering that the man she loved bore an ancient title （the distinctions of which please every woman）； she also found pleasure in meeting him in their present situation； where； as champion of a cause ennobled by misfortune； he was fighting with all the faculties of a strong soul against a Republic that was constantly victorious。 She rejoiced to see him brought face to face with danger； and still displaying the courage and bravery so powerful on a woman's heart； again and again she put him to the test； obeying perhaps the instinct which induces a woman to play with her victim as a cat plays with a mouse。
〃By virtue of what law do you put the Chouans to death？〃 she said to Merle。
〃That of the 14th of last Fructidor； which outlaws the insurgent departments and proclaims martial law；〃 replied the Republican。
〃May I ask why I have the honor to attract your eyes？〃 she said presently to the young chief； who was attentively watching her。
〃Because of a feeling which a man of honor cannot express to any woman； no matter who she is；〃 replied the Marquis de Montauran； in a low voice； bending down to her。 〃We live in times；〃 he said aloud； 〃when women do the work of the executioner and wield the axe with even better effect。〃
She looked at de Montauran fixedly； then； delighted to be attacked by the man whose life she held in her hands； she said in a low voice； smiling softly： 〃Your head is a very poor one； the executioner does not want it； I shall keep it myself。〃
The marquis looked at the inexplicable girl； whose love had overcome all； even insult； and who now avenged herself by forgiving that which women are said never to forgive。 His eyes grew less stern； less cold； a look of sadness came upon his face。 His love was stronger than he suspected。 Mademoiselle de Verneuil； satisfied with these faint signs of a desired reconciliation； glanced at him tenderly； with a smile that was like a kiss； then she leaned back once more in the carriage； determined not to risk the future of this happy drama； believing she had assured it with her smile。 She was so beautiful！ She knew so well how to conquer all obstacles to love！ She was so accustomed to take all risks and push on at all hazards！ She loved the unexpected； and the tumults of lifewhy should she fear？
Before long the carriage； under the young chief's directions； left the highway and took a road cut between banks planted with apple…trees； more like a ditch than a roadway； which led to La Vivetiere。 The carriage now advanced rapidly； leaving the escort to follow slowly towards the manor…house； the gray roofs of which appeared and disappeared among the trees。 Some of the men lingered on the way to knock the stiff clay of the road…bed from their shoes。
〃This is devilishly like the road to Paradise；〃 remarked Beau…Pied。
Thanks to the impatience of the postilion； Mademoiselle de Verneuil soon saw the chateau of La Vivetiere。 This house； standing at the end of a sort of promontory； was protected and surrounded by two deep lakelets； and could be reached only by a narrow causeway。 That part of the little peninsula on which the house and gardens were placed was still further protected by a moat filled with water from the two lakes which it connected。 The house really stood on an island that was well… nigh impregnable；an invaluable retreat for a chieftain； who could be surprised there only by treachery。
Mademoiselle de Verneuil put her head out of the carriage as she heard the rusty hinges of the great gates open to give entrance to an arched portal which had been much injured during the late war。 The gloomy colors of the scene which met her eyes almost extinguished the thoughts of love and coquetry in which she had been indulging。 The carriage entered a large courtyard that was nearly square； bordered on each side by the steep banks of the lakelets。 Those sterile shores； washed by water； which was covered with large green patches； had no other ornament than aquatic trees devoid of foliage； the twisted trunks and hoary heads of which； rising from the reeds and rushes； gave them a certain grotesque likeness to gigantic marmosets。 These ugly growths seemed to waken and talk to each other when the frogs deserted them with much croaking； and the water…fowl； startled by the sound of the wheels； flew low upon the surface of the pools。 The courtyard； full of rank and seeded grasses； reeds； and shrubs； either dwarf or parasite； excluded all impression of order or of splendor。 The house appeared to have been long abandoned。 The roof seemed to bend beneath the weight of the various vegetations which grew upon it。 The walls； though built of the smooth； slaty stone which abounds in that region； showed many rifts and chinks where ivy had fastened its rootlets。 Two main buildings； joined at the angle by a tall tower which faced the lake； formed the whole of the chateau； the doors and swinging； rotten shutters； rusty balustrades； and broken windows of which seemed ready to fall at the first tempest。 The north wind whistled through these ruins； to which the moon； with her indefinite light； gave the character and outline of a great spectre。 But the colors of those gray…blue granites； mingling with the black and tawny schists； must have been seen in order to understand how vividly a spectral image was suggested by the empty and gloomy carcass of the building。 Its disjointed stones and paneless windows； the battered tower and broken roofs gave it the aspect of a skeleton； the birds of prey which flew from it； shrieking； added another feature to this vague resemblance。 A few tall pine…trees standing behind the house waved their dark foliage above the roof； and several yews cut into formal shapes at the angles of the building； festooned it gloomily like the ornaments on a hearse。 The style of the doors； the coarseness of the decorations； the want of harmony in the architecture； were all characteristic of the feudal manors of which Brittany was proud； perhaps justly proud； for they maintained upon that Gaelic ground a species of monumental history of the nebulous period which preceded the establishment of the French monarchy。
Mademoiselle de Verneuil； to whose imagination the word 〃chateau〃 brought none but its conventional ideas； was affected by the funereal aspect of the scene。 She sprang from the carriage and stood apart gazing at in terror； and debating within herself what action she ought to take。 Francine heard Madame du Gua give a sigh of relief as she felt herself in safety beyond reach of the Blues； an exclamation escaped her when the gates were closed； and she saw the carriage and its occupants within the walls of this natural fortress。
The Marquis de Montauran turned hastily to Mademoiselle de Verneuil； divining the thoughts that crowded in her mind。
〃This chateau；〃 he said； rather sadly； 〃was ruined by the war； just as my plans for our happiness have been ruined by you。〃
〃How ruined？〃 she asked in surprise。
〃Are you indeed 'beautiful； brilliant； and of noble birth'？〃 he asked ironically； repeating the words she had herself used in their former conversation。
〃Who has told you to the contrary？〃
〃Friends； in whom I put faith； who care for my safety and are on the watch against treachery。〃
〃Treachery！〃 she exclaimed； in a sarcastic tone。 〃Have you forgotten Hulot and Alencon already？ You have no memory；a dangerous defect in the leader of a party。 But if friends；〃 she added； with increased sarcasm； 〃are so all…powerful in your heart； keep your friends。 Nothing is comparable to the joys of friendship。 Adieu； neither I nor the soldiers of the Republic will stop here。〃
She turned towards the gateway with a look of wounded pride and scorn； and her motions as she did so displayed a dignity and also a despair which changed in an instant the thoughts of the young man； he felt that the cost of relinquishing his desires was too great； and he gave himself up deliberately to imprudence and credulity。 He loved； and the lovers had no desire now to quarrel with each other。
〃Say but one word and I will believe you；〃 he said； in a supplicating voice。
〃One word？〃 she answered； closing her lips tightly； 〃not a single word； not even a gesture。〃
〃At least； be angry with me；〃 he entreated； trying to take the hand she withheld from him；〃that is； if you dare to be angry with the leader of the rebels； who is now as sad and distrustful as he was lately happy and confiding。〃
Marie gave him a look that was far from angry； and he added： 〃You have my secret； but I have not yours。〃
The alabaster brow appeared to darken at these words； she cast a look of annoyance on the young chieftain； and answered； hastily： 〃Tell you my secret？ Never！〃
In love every word； every glance has the eloquence of the moment； but on this occasion Mademoiselle de Verneuil's exclamation revealed nothing； and； clever as Montauran might be； its secret was impenetrable to him； though the tones of her voice betrayed some extraordinary and unusual emotion which piqued his curiosity。
〃You have a singular way of dispelling suspicion；〃 he said。
〃Do you still suspect me？〃 she replied； looking him in the eye； as if to say； 〃What rights have you over me？〃
〃Mademoiselle；〃