Country Pleasures

           

           "You’venodoubtcometowaitfortheParismail,Monsieur,"saidthehostofaninnwherehehadstoppedtobreakfast.

           "To-dayorto-morrow,itmatterslittle,"saidJulien.

           Themailarrivedwhilehewasstillposingasindifferent.Thereweretwofreeplaces.

           "Why!it’syoumypoorFalcoz,"saidthetravellerwhowascomingfromtheGenevasidetotheonewhowasgettinginatthesametimeasJulien.

           "IthoughtyouweresettledintheoutskirtsofLyons,"saidFalcoz,"inadeliciousvalleyneartheRhône."

           "Nicelysettled!Iamrunningaway."

           "What!youarerunningaway?youSaintGiraud!Haveyou,wholooksovirtuous,committedsomecrime?"saidFalcozwithasmile.

           "Onmyfaithitcomestothesamething.Iamrunningawayfromtheabominablelifewhichoneleadsintheprovinces.Ilikethefreshnessofthewoodsandthecountrytranquillity,asyouknow.Youhaveoftenaccusedmeofbeingromantic.Idon’twanttohearpoliticstalkedaslongasIlive,andpoliticsarehoundingmeout."

           "Butwhatpartydoyoubelongto?"

           "Tononeandthat’swhatruinsme.That’sallthereistobesaidaboutmypoliticallifeIlikemusicandpainting.Agoodbookisaneventforme.Iamgoingtobeforty-four.HowmuchlongerhaveIgottolive?Fifteentwentythirtyyearsattheoutside.Well,Iwanttheministersinthirtyyears’timetobealittleclevererthanthoseofto-daybutquiteashonest.ThehistoryofEnglandservesasamirrorforourownfuture.Therewillalwaysbeakingwhowilltrytoincreasehisprerogative.

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