Though no longer suffered to doubt that they were addressed to herself, she was as ignorant, as before, by whom they could be written.While she mused, she thought she heard the sound of a step without the building, and again alarmed, she caught up her lute, and hurried away.Monsieur and Madame St.Aubert she found in a little path that wound along the sides of the glen.
Having reached a green summit, shadowed by palm-trees, and overlooking the vallies and plains of Gascony, they seated themselves on the turf; and while their eyes wandered over the glorious scene, and they inhaled the sweet breath of flowers and herbs that enriched the grass, Emily played and sung several of their favourite airs, with the delicacy of expression in which she so much excelled.
Music and conversation detained them in this enchanting spot, till the sun's last light slept upon the plains; till the white sails that glided beneath the mountains, where the Garonne wandered, became dim, and the gloom of evening stole over the landscape.It was a melancholy but not unpleasing gloom.St.Aubert and his family rose, and left the place with regret; alas! Madame St.Aubert knew not that she left it for ever.
When they reached the fishing-house she missed her bracelet, and recollected that she had taken it from her arm after dinner, and had left it on the table when she went to walk.After a long search, in which Emily was very active, she was compelled to resign herself to the loss of it.What made this bracelet valuable to her was a miniature of her daughter to which it was attached, esteemed a striking resemblance, and which had been painted only a few months before.When Emily was convinced that the bracelet was really gone, she blushed, and became thoughtful.That some stranger had been in the fishing-house, during her absence, her lute, and the additional lines of a pencil, had already informed her: from the purport of these lines it was not unreasonable to believe, that the poet, the musician, and the thief were the same person.But though the music she had heard, the written lines she had seen, and the disappearance of the picture, formed a combination of circumstances very remarkable, she was irresistibly restrained from mentioning them;1
They returned pensively to the chateau, Emily musing on the incident which had just occurred; St.Aubert reflecting, with placid gratitude, on the blessings he possessed; and Madame St.Aubert somewhat disturbed, and perplexed, by the loss of her daughter's picture.As they drew near the house, they observed an unusual bustle about it; the sound of voices was distinctly heard, servants and horses were seen passing between the trees, and, at length, the wheels of a carriage rolled along.Having come within view of the front of the chateau, a landau, with smoking horses, appeared on the little lawn before it.St.Aubert perceived the liveries of his brother-in-law, and in the parlour he found Monsieur and Madame Quesnel already entered.They had left Paris some days before, and were on the way to their estate, only ten leagues distant from La Vallee, and which Monsieur Quesnel had purchased several years before of St.Aubert.This gentleman was the only brother of Madame St.
Aubert; but the ties of relationship having never been strengthened by congeniality of character, the intercourse between them had not been frequent.M.Quesnel had lived altogether in the world; his aim had been consequence; splendour was the object of his taste; and his address and knowledge of character had carried him forward to the attainment of almost all that he had courted.By a man of such a disposition, it is not surprising that the virtues of St.Aubert should be overlooked; or that his pure taste, simplicity, and moderated wishes, were considered as marks of a weak intellect, and of confined views.The marriage of his sister with St.Aubert had been mortifying to his ambition, for he had designed that the matrimonial connection she formed should assist him to attain the consequence which he so much desired; and some offers were made her by persons whose rank and fortune flattered his warmest hope.But his sister, who was then addressed also by St.Aubert, perceived, or thought she perceived, that happiness and splendour were not the same, and she did not hesitate to forego the last for the attainment of the former.Whether Monsieur Quesnel thought them the same, or not, he would readily have sacrificed his sister's peace to the gratification of his own ambition; and, on her marriage with St.
Aubert, expressed in private his contempt of her spiritless conduct, and of the connection which it permitted.Madame St.Aubert, though she concealed this insult from her husband, felt, perhaps, for the first time, resentment lighted in her heart; and, though a regard for her own dignity, united with considerations of prudence, restrained her expression of this resentment, there was ever after a mild reserve in her manner towards M.Quesnel, which he both understood and felt.
In his own marriage he did not follow his sister's example.His lady was an Italian, and an heiress by birth; and, by nature and education, was a vain and frivolous woman.
They now determined to pass the night with St.Aubert; and as the chateau was not large enough to accommodate their servants, the latter were dismissed to the neighbouring village.When the first compliments were over, and the arrangements for the night made M.