She stretched her hand to her brother. He kissed it spiritedly.
"Look ahead, my dear girl. Help me to finish this wine. There "s nothing like good hard walking to give common wine of the country a flavour--and out of broken crockery."
"I think it so good," Carinthia replied, after drinking from the cup.
"In England they, do not grow wine. Are the people there kind?"
"They"re civilized people, of course."
"Kind--warm to you, Chillon?"
"Some of them, when you know them. "Warm," is hardly the word. Winter"s warm on skates. You must do a great deal for yourself. They don"t boil over. By the way, don"t expect much of your uncle."
"Will he not love me?"
"He gives you a lodging in his house, and food enough, we"ll hope. You won"t see company or much of him."
"I cannot exist without being loved. I do not care for company. He must love me a little."
"He is one of the warm-hearted race--he"s mother"s brother; but where his heart is, I "ve not discovered.
Bear with him just for the present, my dear, till I am able to support you."
"I will," she said.
The dreary vision of a home with an unloving uncle was not brightened by the alternative of her brother"s having to support her. She spoke of money. "Have we none, Chillon?"
"We have no debts," he answered. "We have a claim on the Government here for indemnification for property taken to build a fortress upon one of the pa.s.ses into Italy. Father bought the land, thinking there would be a yield of ore thereabout; and they have seized it, rightly enough, but they dispute our claim for the valuation we put on it. A small sum they would consent to pay. It would be a very small sum, and I "m father"s son, I will have justice."
"Yes!" Carthinia joined with him to show the same stout nature.
"We have nothing else except a bit to toss up for luck."
"And how can I help being a burden on my brother?" she inquired, in distress.
"Marry, and be a blessing to a husband," he said lightly.
They performed a sacrifice of the empty bottle and cracked cup on the site of their meal, as if it had been a ceremony demanded from travellers, and leaving them in fragments, proceeded on their journey refreshed.
Walking was now high enjoyment, notwithstanding the force of the sun, for they were a hardy couple, requiring no more than sufficient nourishment to combat the elements with an exulting blood. Besides they loved mountain air and scenery, and each step to the ridge of the pa.s.s they climbed was an advance in splendour. Peaks of ashen hue and pale dry red and pale sulphur pushed up, straight, forked, twisted, naked, striking their minds with an indeterminate ghostliness of Indian, so strange they were in shape and colouring. These sharp points were the first to greet them between the blue and green. A depression of the pa.s.s to the left gave sight of the points of black fir forest below, round the girths of the barren shafts. Mountain blocks appeared pushing up in front, and a mountain wall and woods on it, and mountains in the distance, and cliffs riven with falls of water that were silver skeins, down lower to meadows, villages and spires, and lower finally to the whole valley of the foaming river, field and river seeming in imagination rolled out from the hand of the heading mountain.
"But see this in winter, as I did with father, Chillon!" said Carinthia.
She said it upon love"s instinct to halo the scene with something beyond present vision, and to sanctify it for her brother, so that this walk of theirs together should never be forgotten.
A smooth fold of cloud, moveless along one of the upper pastures, and still dense enough to be luminous in sunlight, was the last of the mist.
They watched it lying in the form of a fish, leviathan diminished, as they descended their path; and the head was lost, the tail spread peac.o.c.kwise, and evaporated slowly in that likeness; and soft to a breath of air as gossamer down, the body became a ball, a c.o.c.k, a little lizard, nothingness.
The bluest bright day of the year was shining. Chillon led the descent.
With his trim and handsome figure before her, Carinthia remembered the current saying, that he should have been the girl and she the boy. That was because he resembled their mother in face. But the build of his limbs and shoulders was not feminine.
To her admiring eyes, he had a look superior to simple strength and grace; the look of a great sky-bird about to mount, a fountain-like energy of stature, delightful to her contemplation. And he had the mouth women put faith in for decision and fixedness. She did, most fully; and reflecting how entirely she did so, the thought a.s.sailed her: some one must be loving him!
She allowed it to surprise her, not choosing to revert to an uneasy sensation of the morning.
That some one, her process of reasoning informed her, was necessarily an English young lady. She reserved her questions till they should cease this hopping and heeling down the zigzag of the slippery path-track.
When children they had been collectors of beetles and b.u.t.terflies, and the flying by of a "royal-mantle," the purple b.u.t.terfly grandly fringed, could still remind Carinthia of the event it was of old to spy and chase one. Chillon himself was not above the sentiment of their "very early days"; he stopped to ask if she had been that l.u.s.trous blue-wing, a rarer species, prized by youngsters, shoot through the chestnut trees: and they both paused for a moment, gazing into the fairyland of infancy, she seeing with her brother"s eyes, this prince of the realm having escaped her. He owned he might have been mistaken, as the brilliant fellow flew swift and high between leaves, like an ordinary fritillary.
Not the less did they get their glimpse of the wonders in the sunny eternity of a child"s afternoon.
"An Auerhahn, Chillon!" she said, picturing the maturer day when she had scaled perilous heights with him at night to stalk the blackc.o.c.k in the prime of the morning. She wished they could have had another such adventure to stamp the old home on his heart freshly, to the exclusion of beautiful English faces.
On the level of the valley, where they met the torrent-river, walking side by side with him, she ventured an inquiry: "English girls are fair girls, are they not?"
"There are some dark also," he replied.
"But the best-looking are fair?"
"Perhaps they are, with us."
"Mother was fair."
"She was."
"I have only seen a few of them, once at Vies and at Venice, and those Baths we are going to; and at Meran, I think."
"You considered them charming?"
"Not all."
It was touching that she should be such a stranger to her countrywomen!
He drew a portrait-case from his breast-pocket, pressing the spring, and handed it to her, saying: "There is one." He spoke indifferently, but as soon as she had seen the face inside it, with a look at him and a deep breath; she understood that he was an altered brother, and that they were three instead of two.
She handed it back to him, saying hushedly and only "Yes."
He did not ask an opinion upon the beauty she had seen. His pace increased, and she hastened her steps beside him. She had not much to learn when some minutes later she said; "Shall I see her, Chillon?"
"She is one of the ladies we are to meet."
"What a pity!" Carinthia stepped faster, enlightened as to his wish to get to the Baths without delay; and her heart softened in reflecting how readily he had yielded to her silly preference for going on foot.
Her cry of regret was equivocal; it produced no impression on him. They reached a village where her leader deemed it adviseable to drive for the remainder of the distance up the valley to the barrier snow-mountain.
She a.s.sented instantly, she had no longer any active wishes of her own, save to make amends to her brother, who was and would ever be her brother: she could not be robbed of their relationship.
Something undefined in her feeling of possession she had been robbed of, she knew it by her spiritlessness; and she would fain have attributed it to the idle motion of the car, now and them stupidly jolting her on, after the valiant exercise of her limbs. They were in a land of waterfalls and busy mills, a narrowing vale where the runs of gra.s.s grew short and wild, and the glacier-river roared for the leap, more foam than water, and the savagery, naturally exciting to her, breathed of its lair among the rocks and ice-fields.
Her brother said: "There he is." She saw the whitecrowned king of the region, of whose near presence to her old home she had been accustomed to think proudly, end she looked at him without springing to him, and continued imaging her English home and her loveless uncle, merely admiring the scene, as if the fire of her soul had been extinguished.--"Marry, and be a blessing to a husband." Chillon"s words whispered of the means of escape from the den of her uncle.
But who would marry me! she thought. An unreproved sensation of melting pervaded her; she knew her capacity for grat.i.tude, and conjuring it up in her "heart, there came with it the n.o.ble knightly gentleman who would really stoop to take a plain girl by the hand, release her, and say: "Be mine!" His vizor was down, of course. She had no power of imagining the lineaments of that prodigy. Or was he a dream? He came and went. Her mother, not unkindly, sadly, had counted her poor girl"s chances of winning attention and a husband. Her father had doated on her face; but, as she argued, her father had been attracted by her mother, a beautiful woman, and this was a circ.u.mstance that reflected the greater hopelessness on her prospects. She bore a likeness to her father, little to her mother, though he fancied the reverse and gave her the mother"s lips and hair. Thinking of herself, however, was destructive to the form of her mirror of knightliness: he wavered, he fled for good, as the rosy vapour born of our sensibility must do when we relapse to coldness, and the more completely when we try to command it. No, she thought, a plain girl should think of work, to earn her independence.