“‘You have travellers, then, at the present time?’ said I to her.

“She answered in an offended tone of voice: 

“’I have a lady, an English lady, who has reached years of maturity.  She occupies the other room.’

“I obtained, by means of an extra five sous a day, the privilege of dining alone out in the yard when the weather was fine.

“My place was set outside the door, and I was beginning to gnaw the lean limbs of the Normandy chicken, to drink the clear cider and to munch the hunk of white bread, which was four days old but excellent.

“Suddenly the wooden gate which gave on the highway was opened, and a strange lady directed her steps toward the house.  She was very thin, very tall, so tightly enveloped in a red Scotch plaid shawl that one might have supposed she had no arms, if one had not seen a long hand appear just above the hips, holding a white tourist umbrella.  Her face was like that of a mummy, surrounded with curls of gray hair, which tossed about at every step she took and made me think, I know not why, of a pickled herring in curl papers.  Lowering her eyes, she passed quickly in front of me and entered the house.

“That singular apparition cheered me.  She undoubtedly was my neighbor, the English lady of mature age of whom our hostess had spoken.

“I did not see her again that day.  The next day, when I had settled myself to commence painting at the end of that beautiful valley which you know and which extends as far as Etretat, I perceived, on lifting my eyes suddenly, something singular standing on the crest of the cliff, one might have said a pole decked out with flags.  It was she.  On seeing me, she suddenly disappeared.  I reentered the house at midday for lunch and took my seat at the general table, so as to make the acquaintance of this odd character.  But she did not respond to my polite advances, was insensible even to my little attentions.  I poured out water for her persistently, I passed her the dishes with great eagerness.  A slight, almost imperceptible, movement of the head and an English word, murmured so low that I did not understand it, were her only acknowledgments.

“I ceased occupying myself with her, although she had disturbed my thoughts.

“At the end of three days I knew as much about her as did Madame Lecacheur herself.

“She was called Miss Harriet.  Seeking out a secluded village in which to pass the summer, she had been attracted to Benouville some six months before and did not seem disposed to leave it.  She never spoke at table, ate rapidly, reading all the while a small book of the Protestant propaganda.  She gave a copy of it to everybody.  The cure himself had received no less than four copies, conveyed by an urchin to whom she had paid two sous commission.  She said sometimes to our hostess abruptly, without preparing her in the least for the declaration: 

“’I love the Saviour more than all.  I admire him in all creation; I adore him in all nature; I carry him always in my heart.’