After Dark eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 503 pages of information about After Dark.

After Dark eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 503 pages of information about After Dark.

After the old servant had left him, he occupied himself for a few minutes in contemplating, superciliously enough, the back view of the little house before which he stood.  Judging by the windows, it did not contain more than six or eight rooms in all.  Instead of stables and outhouses, there was a conservatory attached to the building on one side, and a low, long room, built of wood, gayly painted, on the other.  One of the windows of this room was left uncurtained and through it could be seen, on a sort of dresser inside, bottles filled with strangely-colored liquids oddly-shaped utensils of brass and copper, one end of a large furnace, and other objects, which plainly proclaimed that the apartment was used as a chemical laboratory.

“Think of our bride’s brother amusing himself in such a place as that with cooking drugs in saucepans,” muttered Monsieur Justin, peeping into the room.  “I am the least particular man in the universe, but I must say I wish we were not going to be connected by marriage with an amateur apothecary.  Pah!  I can smell the place through the window.”

With these words Monsieur Justin turned his back on the laboratory in disgust, and sauntered toward the cliffs overhanging the river.

Leaving the garden attached to the house, he ascended some gently rising ground by a winding path.  Arrived at the summit, the whole view of the Seine, with its lovely green islands, its banks fringed with trees, its gliding boats, and little scattered water-side cottages, opened before him.  Westward, where the level country appeared beyond the further bank of the river, the landscape was all aglow with the crimson of the setting sun.  Eastward, the long shadows and mellow intervening lights, the red glory that quivered on the rippling water, the steady ruby fire glowing on cottage windows that reflected the level sunlight, led the eye onward and onward, along the windings of the Seine, until it rested upon the spires, towers, and broadly-massed houses of Rouen, with the wooded hills rising beyond them for background.  Lovely to look on at any time, the view was almost supernaturally beautiful now under the gorgeous evening light that glowed up in it.  All its attractions, however, were lost on the valet; he stood yawning with his hands in his pockets, looking neither to the right nor to the left, but staring straight before him at a little hollow, beyond which the ground sloped away smoothly to the brink of the cliff.  A bench was placed here, and three persons—­an old lady, a gentleman, and a young girl—­were seated on it, watching the sunset, and by consequence turning their backs on Monsieur Justin.  Near them stood two gentlemen, also looking toward the river and the distant view.  These five figures attracted the valet’s attention, to the exclusion of every other object around him.

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