The Country Doctor eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 358 pages of information about The Country Doctor.

The Country Doctor eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 358 pages of information about The Country Doctor.

Climbing plants and briar roses grew about the house; a great walnut tree had been allowed to remain among the flowering acacias and trees that bore sweet-scented blossoms, and a few weeping willows had been set by the little streams in the garden space.  A thick belt of pines and beeches grew behind the house, so that the picturesque little dwelling was brought out into strong relief by the sombre width of background.  At that hour of the day, the air was fragrant with the scents from the hillsides and the perfume from La Fosseuse’s garden.  The sky overhead was clear and serene, but low clouds hung on the horizon, and the far-off peaks had begun to take the deep rose hues that the sunset often brings.  At the height which they had reached the whole valley lay before their eyes, from distant Grenoble to the little lake at the foot of the circle of crags by which Genestas had passed on the previous day.  Some little distance above the house a line of poplars on the hill indicated the highway that led to Grenoble.  Rays of sunlight fell slantwise across the little town which glittered like a diamond, for the soft red light which poured over it like a flood was reflected by all its window-panes.  Genestas reined in his horse at the sight, and pointed to the dwellings in the valley, to the new town, and to La Fosseuse’s house.

“Since the victory of Wagram, and Napoleon’s return to the Tuileries in 1815,” he said, with a sigh, “nothing has so stirred me as the sight of all this.  I owe this pleasure to you, sir, for you have taught me to see beauty in a landscape.”

“Yes,” said the doctor, smiling as he spoke, “It is better to build towns than to storm them.”

“Oh! sir, how about the taking of Moscow and the surrender of Mantua!  Why, you do not really know what that means!  Is it not a glory for all of us?  You are a good man, but Napoleon also was a good man.  If it had not been for England, you both would have understood each other, and our Emperor would never have fallen.  There are no spies here,” said the officer, looking around him, “and I can say openly that I love him, now that he is dead!  What a ruler!  He knew every man when he saw him!  He would have made you a Councillor of State, for he was a great administrator himself; even to the point of knowing how many cartridges were left in the men’s boxes after an action.  Poor man!  While you were talking about La Fosseuse, I thought of him, and how he was lying dead in St. Helena!  Was that the kind of climate and country to suit him, whose seat had been a throne, and who had lived with his feet in the stirrups; hein?  They say that he used to work in the garden.  The deuce!  He was not made to plant cabbages. . . .  And now we must serve the Bourbons, and loyally, sir; for, after all, France is France, as you were saying yesterday.”

Genestas dismounted as he uttered these last words, and mechanically followed the example set by Benassis, who fastened his horse’s bridle to a tree.

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