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ed young passions。 Though the piercing eyes were somewhat veiled； it was either from the fatigue of travelling or the too frequent expression of excitement。 Corentin remarked that she was wrapped in a mantle of English material； and that the shape of her hat； foreign no doubt； did not belong to any of the styles called Greek； which ruled the Parisian fashions of the period。 Corentin was one of those beings who are compelled by the bent of their natures to suspect evil rather than good； and he instantly doubted the citizenship of the two travellers。 The lady； who； on her side； had made her observations on the person of Corentin with equal rapidity； turned to her son with a significant look which may be faithfully translated into the words： 〃Who is this queer man？ Is he of our stripe？〃
To this mute inquiry the youth replied by an attitude and a gesture which said： 〃Faith！ I can't tell； but I distrust him。〃 Then； leaving his mother to fathom the mystery； he turned to the landlady and whispered： 〃Try to find out who that fellow is； and whether he is really accompanying the young lady； and why。〃
〃So；〃 said Madame du Gua； looking at Corentin； 〃you are quite sure； citizen； that Mademoiselle de Verneuil is living？〃
〃She is living in flesh and blood as surely； /madame/； as the citizen du Gua Saint…Cyr。〃
This answer contained a sarcasm； the hidden meaning of which was known to none but the lady herself； and any one but herself would have been disconcerted by it。 Her son looked fixedly at Corentin； who coolly pulled out his watch without appearing to notice the effect of his answer。 The lady； uneasy and anxious to discover at once if the speech meant danger or was merely accidental； said to Corentin in a natural tone and manner； 〃How little security there is on these roads。 We were attacked by Chouans just beyond Mortagne。 My son came very near being killed； he received two balls in his hat while protecting me。〃
〃Is it possible； madame？ were you in the mail…coach which those brigands robbed in spite of the escort；the one we have just come by？ You must know the vehicle well。 They told me at Mortagne that the Chouans numbered a couple of thousands and that every one in the coach was killed； even the travellers。 That's how history is written！ Alas！ madame；〃 he continued； 〃if they murder travellers so near to Paris you can fancy how unsafe the roads are in Brittany。 I shall return to Paris and not risk myself any farther。〃
〃Is Mademoiselle de Verneuil young and handsome？〃 said the lady to the hostess； struck suddenly with an idea。
Just then the landlord interrupted the conversation； in which there was something of an angry element； by announcing that breakfast was ready。 The young sailor offered his hand to his mother with an air of false familiarity that confirmed the suspicions of Corentin； to whom the youth remarked as he went up the stairway： 〃Citizen； if you are travelling with the female citizen de Verneuil； and she accepts the landlord's proposal； you can come too。〃
Though the words were said in a careless tone and were not inviting； Corentin followed。 The young man squeezed the lady's hand when they were five or six steps above him； and said； in a low voice： 〃Now you see the dangers to which your imprudent enterprises； which have no glory in them； expose us。 If we are discovered； how are we to escape？ And what a contemptible role you force me to play！〃
All three reached a large room on the upper floor。 Any one who has travelled in the West will know that the landlord had； on such an occasion； brought forth his best things to do honor to his guests； and prepared the meal with no ordinary luxury。 The table was carefully laid。 The warmth of a large fire took the dampness from the room。 The linen； glass； and china were not too dingy。 Corentin saw at once that the landlord had； as they say familiarly； cut himself into quarters to please the strangers。 〃Consequently；〃 thought he； 〃these people are not what they pretend to be。 That young man is clever。 I took him for a fool； but I begin to believe him as shrewd as myself。〃
The sailor； his mother； and Corentin awaited Mademoiselle de Verneuil； whom the landlord went to summon。 But the handsome traveller did not come。 The youth expected that she would make difficulties； and he left the room； humming the popular song； 〃Guard the nation's safety；〃 and went to that of Mademoiselle de Verneuil； prompted by a keen desire to get the better of her scruples and take her back with him。 Perhaps he wanted to solve the doubts which filled his mind； or else to exercise the power which all men like to think they wield over a pretty woman。
〃May I be hanged if he's a Republican；〃 thought Corentin； as he saw him go。 〃He moves his shoulders like a courtier。 And if that's his mother；〃 he added； mentally； looking at Madame du Gua； 〃I'm the Pope！ They are Chouans； and I'll make sure of their quality。〃
The door soon opened and the young man entered； holding the hand of Mademoiselle de Verneuil； whom he led to the table with an air of self…conceit that was nevertheless courteous。 The devil had not allowed that hour which had elapsed since the lady's arrival to be wasted。 With Francine's assistance； Mademoiselle de Verneuil had armed herself with a travelling…dress more dangerous； perhaps； than any ball…room attire。 Its simplicity had precisely that attraction which comes of the skill with which a woman； handsome enough to wear no ornaments； reduces her dress to the position of a secondary charm。 She wore a green gown； elegantly cut； the jacket of which； braided and frogged； defined her figure in a manner that was hardly suitable for a young girl； allowing her supple waist and rounded bust and graceful motions to be fully seen。 She entered the room smiling； with the natural amenity of women who can show a fine set of teeth； transparent as porcelain between rosy lips； and dimpling cheeks as fresh as those of childhood。 Having removed the close hood which had almost concealed her head at her first meeting with the young sailor； she could now employ at her ease the various little artifices； apparently so artless； with which a woman shows off the beauties of her face and the grace of her head； and attracts admiration for them。 A certain harmony between her manners and her dress made her seem so much younger than she was that Madame du Gua thought herself beyond the mark in supposing her over twenty。 The coquetry of her apparel； evidently worn to please； was enough to inspire hope in the young man's breast； but Mademoiselle de Verneuil bowed to him； as she took her place； with a slight inclination of her head and without looking at him； putting him aside with an apparently light…hearted carelessness which disconcerted him。 This coolness might have seemed to an observer neither caution nor coquetry； but indifference； natural or feigned。 The candid expression on the young lady's face only made it the more impenetrable。 She showed no consciousness of her charms； and was apparently gifted with the pretty manners that win all hearts； and had already duped the natural self…conceit of the young sailor。 Thus baffled； the youth returned to his own seat with a sort of vexation。
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