The most uncritical reader can not fail to notice the success with which Charles de Bernard introduces people of rank and breeding into his stories.  Whether or not he drew from nature, his portraits of this kind are exquisitely natural and easy.  It is sufficient to say that he is the literary Sir Joshua Reynolds of the post-revolution vicomtes and marquises.  We can see that his portraits are faithful; we must feel that they are at the same time charming.  Bernard is an amiable and spirited ‘conteur’ who excels in producing an animated spectacle for a refined and selected public, whether he paints the ridiculousness or the misery of humanity.

The works of Charles de Bernard in wit and urbanity, and in the peculiar charm that wit and urbanity give, are of the best French type.  To any elevation save a lofty place in fiction they have no claim; but in that phase of literature their worth is undisputed, and from many testimonies it would seem that those whom they most amuse are those who are best worth amusing.

These novels, well enough as they are known to professed students of French literature, have, by the mere fact of their age, rather slipped out of the list of books known to the general reader.  The general reader who reads for amusement can not possibly do better than proceed to transform his ignorance of them into knowledge.

Jules Claretie
de l’Academie Francaise. 
Gerfaut

BOOK 1.

CHAPTER I

THE TRAVELLER

During the first days of the month of September, 1832, a young man about thirty years of age was walking through one of the valleys in Lorraine originating in the Vosges mountains.  A little river which, after a few leagues of its course, flows into the Moselle, watered this wild basin shut in between two parallel lines of mountains.  The hills in the south became gradually lower and finally dwindled away into the plain.  Alongside the plateau, arranged in amphitheatres, large square fields stripped of their harvest lay here and there in the primitive forest; in other places, innumerable oaks and elms had been dethroned to give place to plantations of cherry-trees, whose symmetrical rows promised an abundant harvest.

This contest of nature with industry is everywhere, but is more pronounced in hilly countries.  The scene changed, however, as one penetrated farther, and little by little the influence of the soil gained ascendancy.  As the hills grew nearer together, enclosing the valley in a closer embrace, the clearings gave way to the natural obduracy of the soil.  A little farther on they disappeared entirely.  At the foot of one of the bluffs which bordered with its granite bands the highest plateau of the mountain, the forest rolled victoriously down to the banks of the river.