The Grey Cloak - Page 104/256

"What shall I read, Paul?" asked Victor, joyously.

"You will find my Odyssey in the berthroom. Read me of Ulysses when he

finally arrived at Ithaca and found Penelope still faithful."

"Monsieur," said Chaumonot, who overheard the request, "would you not

rather I should read to you from the life of Loyola?"

"No, Father," gently; "I am still pagan enough to love the thunder of

Homer."

"If only I might convince you of the futility of such books!" earnestly.

"Nothing is futile, Father, which is made of grace and beauty."

So Victor read from the immortal epic. He possessed a fine voice, and

being a musician he knew how to use it. The voice of his friend and

the warmth of the sun combined to produce a pleasant drowsiness to

which the Chevalier yielded, gratefully. That night he slept soundly.

The following day was not without a certain glory. The wind was mild

and gentle like that which springs up suddenly during a summer's

twilight and breathes mysteriously among the tops of the pines or stirs

a murmur in the fields of grain. The sea wrinkled and crinkled its

ancient face, not boisterously, but rather kindly; like a giant who had

forgotten his feud with mankind and lay warming himself in the

sunshine. From the unbroken circle of the horizon rose a cup of

perfect turquoise. Victor, leaning against the rail, vowed that he

sniffed the perfume of spices, blown up from the climes of the eternal

summer.

"I feel it in my bones," he said, solemnly, "that I shall write verses

to-day. What is it the presence of spring brings forth from us?--this

lightness of spirit, this gaiety, this flinging aside of worldly cares,

this longing to laugh and sing?"

"Well, Master Poet," and Major du Puys clapped the young man on the

shoulder and smiled into his face. "Let them be like 'Henri at

Cahors,' and, my faith! you may read them all day to me."

"No, I have in mind a happy refrain. 'Where are the belles of the

balconies?' This is the time of year when life awakens in the gardens.

Between four and five the ladies will come out upon the balconies and

pass the time of day. Some one will have discovered a new comfit, and

word will go round that Mademoiselle So-and-So, who is a great lady,

has fallen in love with a poor gentleman. And lackeys will wander

forth with scented notes of their mistresses, and many a gallant will

furbish up his buckles. Heigho! Where, indeed, are the belles of the

balconies? But, Major, I wish to thank you for the privileges which

you have extended the Chevalier and myself."

"Nonsense, my lad!" cried the good major. "What are we all but a large

family, with a worldly and a spiritual father? All I ask of you, when

we are inside the fort at Quebec, is not to gamble or drink or use

profane language, to obey the king, who is represented by Monsieur de

Lauson and myself, to say your prayers, and to attend mass regularly.

And your friend, the Chevalier?"