She wept as she uttered these phrases. Aurore was also in tears. I could not restrain myself the eyes of childhood returned, and I too wept.
This solemn scene was at length brought to a termination by Eugénie, who appearing suddenly to gain the mastery over her grief, approached the bedside.
Monsieur, said she, I fear for some time you will find in me a sad host. I cannot easily forget my friend, but I know you will pardon me for thus indulging in a moment of sorrow. For the present, adieu! I shall return soon, and see that you are properly waited upon. I have lodged you in this little place, that you might be out of reach of noises that would disturb you. Indeed I am to blame for this present intrusion. The doctor has ordered you not to be visited, but I I could not rest till I had seen the preserver of my life, and offered him my thanks. Adieu, adieu! Come, Aurore!
I was left alone, and lay reflecting upon the interview. It had impressed me with a profound feeling of friendship for Eugénie Besançon; more than friendship sympathy: for I could not resist the belief that, somehow or other, she was in peril that over that young heart, late so light and gay, a cloud was gathering.
I felt for her regard, friendship, sympathy, nothing more. And why nothing more? Why did I not love her, young, rich, beautiful? Why?
Because I loved another I loved Aurore !
Chapter Nineteen A Louisian Landscape
ennuyéAlas! these scenes were but of a few minutes duration, while the intervals between them were hours long hours so long, I fancied them days. Twice every day I was visited by my fair host and her companion. Neither ever came alone!
There was constraint on my part, often bordering upon perplexity. My conversation was with the Creole , my thoughts dwelt upon the Quadroon . With the latter I dare but exchange glances. Etiquette restrained the tongue, though all the conventionalities of the world could not hinder the eyes from speaking in their own silent but expressive language.
Even in this there was constraint. My love-glances were given by stealth. They were guided by a double dread. On one hand, the fear that their expression should not
be understood and reciprocated by the Quadroon. On the other, that they might be too well understood by the Creole, who would regard me with scorn and contempt. I never dreamt that they might awaken jealousy I thought not of such a thing. Eugénie was sad, grateful, and friendly, but in her calm demeanour and firm tone of voice there was no sign of love. Indeed the terrible shock occasioned by the tragic occurrence, appeared to have produced a complete change in her character. The sylph-like elasticity of her mind, formerly a characteristic, seemed to have quite forsaken her. From a gay girl she had all at once become a serious woman. She was not the less beautiful, but her beauty impressed me only as that of the statue. It failed to enter my heart, already filled with beauty of a still rarer and more glowing kind. The Creole loved me not; and, strange to say, the reflection, instead of piquing my vanity, rather gratified me!
How different when my thoughts dwelt upon the Quadroon! Did she love me? This was the question, for whose answer my heart yearned with fond eagerness. She always attended upon Mademoiselle during her visits; but not a word dare I exchange with her , although my heart was longing to yield up its secret. I even feared that my burning glances might betray me. Oh! if Mademoiselle but knew of my love, she would scorn and despise me. What! in love with a slave! her slave!
I understood this feeling well this black crime of her nation. What was it to me? Why should I care for customs and conventionalities which I at heart despised, even outside the levelling influence of love? But under that influence, less did I care to respect them. In the eyes of Love, rank loses its fictitious charm titles seem trivial things. For me, Beauty wears the crown.
So far as regarded my feelings, I would not have cared a straw if the whole world had known of my love not a straw for its scorn. But there were other considerations the courtesy due to hospitality to friendship; and there were considerations of a less delicate but still graver nature the promptings of prudence . The situation in which I was placed was most peculiar, and I knew it. I knew that my passion, even if reciprocated, must be secret and silent. Talk of making love to a young miss closely watched by governess or guardian a ward in Chancery an heiress of expectant thousands! It is but childs play to break through the entourage that surrounds one of such. To scribble sonnets and scale walls is but an easy task, compared with the bold effrontery that challenges the passions and prejudices of a people!
My wooing promised to be anything but easy; my love-path was likely to be a rugged one.
Notwithstanding the monotony of confinement to my chamber, the hours of my convalescence passed pleasantly enough. Everything was furnished me that could contribute to my comfort or recovery. Ices, delicious drinks, flowers, rare and costly fruits, were constantly supplied to me. For my dishes I was indebted to the skill of Scipios helpmate, Chloe, and through her I became acquainted with the Creole delicacies of gumbo, fish chowder, fricasséed frogs, hot waffles, stewed tomatoes, and many other dainties of the Louisiana cuisine . From the hands of Scipio himself I did not refuse a slice of roasted possum, and went even so far as to taste a coon steak, but only once, and I regarded it as once too often. Scipio, however, had no scruples about eating this fox-like creature, and could demolish the greater part of one at a single sitting!