inely amazed at
the results obtained at Clochegourde by this patient agriculturist. I
listened admiringly to his plans; and with an involuntary flattery
which won his good-will, I envied him the estate and its outlook--a
terrestrial paradise, I called it, far superior to Frapesle.

"Frapesle," I said, "is a massive piece of plate, but Clochegourde is a
jewel-case of gems,"--a speech which he often quoted, giving credit to
its author.

"Before we came here," he said, "it was desolation itself."

I was all ears when he told of his seed-fields and nurseries. New to
country life, I besieged him with questions about prices, means of
preparing and working the soil, etc., and he seemed glad to answer all
in detail.

"What in the world do they teach you in your colleges?" he exclaimed at
last in astonishment.

On this first day the count said to his wife when he reached home,
"Monsieur Felix is a charming young man."

That evening I wrote to my mother and asked her to send my clothes and
linen, saying that I should remain at Frapesle. Ignorant of the great
revolution which was just taking place, and not perceiving the influence
it was to have upon my fate, I expected to return to Paris to resume
my legal studies. The Law School did not open till the first week in
November; meantime I had two months and a half before me.

The first part of my stay, while I studied to understand the count,
was a period of painful impressions to me. I found him a man of extreme
irascibility without adequate cause; hasty in action in hazardous cases
to a degree that alarmed me. Sometimes he showed glimpses of the brave
gentleman of Conde's army, parabolic flashes of will such as may, in
times of emergency, tear through politics like bomb-shells, and may
also, by virtue of honesty and courage, make a man condemned to live
buried on his property an Elbee, a Bonchamp, or a Charette. In presence
of certain ideas his nostril contracted, his forehead cleared, and his
eyes shot lightnings, which were soon quenched. Sometimes I feared he
might detect the language of my eyes and kill me. I was young then
and merely tender. Will, that force that alters men so strangely,
had scarcely dawned within me. My passionate desires shook me with an
emotion that was like the throes of fear. Death I feared not, but I
would not die until I knew the happiness of mutual love--But how tell
of what I felt! I was a prey to perplexity; I hoped for some fortunate
chanc