Jacqueline — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 307 pages of information about Jacqueline — Complete.

She would tease him, contradict him, and make him listen to long pieces of scientific music as she played them on the piano, when she knew he always said that music to him was nothing but a disagreeable noise; she would laugh at his thanks when a final chord, struck with her utmost force, roused him from a brief slumber; in short, it amused her to prove that this coarse, rough man was to her alone no object of fear.  She would have done better had she been afraid.

Thus it came to pass that, as they rode together through some of the prettiest roads in the most beautiful part of Normandy, M. de Talbrun began to talk, with an ever-increasing vivacity, of the days when they first met, at Treport, relating a thousand little incidents which Jacqueline had forgotten, and from which it was easy to see that he had watched her narrowly, though he was on the eve of his own marriage.  With unnecessary persistence, and stammering as he was apt to do when moved by any emotion, he repeated over and over again, that from the first moment he had seen her he had been struck by her—­devilishly struck by her—­he had been, indeed!  And one day when she answered, in order not to appear to attach any importance to this declaration, that she was very glad of it, he took an opportunity, as their horses stopped side by side before a beautiful sunset, to put his arm suddenly round her waist, and give her a kiss, so abrupt, so violent, so outrageous, that she screamed aloud.  He did not remove his arm from her, his coarse, red face drew near her own again with an expression that filled her with horror.  She struggled to free herself, her horse began to rear, she screamed for help with all her might, but nothing answered her save an echo.  The situation seemed critical for Jacqueline.  As to M. de Talbrun, he was quite at his ease, as if he were accustomed to make love like a centaur; while the girl felt herself in peril of being thrown at any moment, and trampled under his horse’s feet.  At last she succeeded in striking her aggressor a sharp blow across the face with her riding-whip.  Blinded for a moment, he let her go, and she took advantage of her release to put her horse to its full speed.  He galloped after her, beside himself with wrath and agitation; it was a mad but silent race, until they reached the gate of the Chateau de Fresne, which they entered at the same moment, their horses covered with foam.

“How foolish!” cried Giselle, coming to meet them.  “Just see in what a state you have brought home your poor horses.”

Jacqueline, pale and trembling, made no answer.  M. de Talbrun, as he helped her to dismount, whispered, savagely:  “Not a word of this!”

At dinner, his wife remarked that some branch must have struck him on the cheek, there was a red mark right across his face like a blow.

“We were riding through the woods,” he answered, shortly.

Then Giselle began to suspect something, and remarked that nobody was talking that evening, asking, with a half-smile, whether they had been quarrelling.

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