<h3 id="Chapter_03">CHAPTER III.</h3>
<p>H<small>E</small> was, as my guide had told me, a young man of about twenty-one years of age, with black hair and eyes, his face browned by the sun, rather under than over the average height, but remarkably well-proportioned.</p>
<p>In his haste to welcome me he had come up, just as he was, in his riding-costume, which was composed of a redingote of green cloth, to which a cartridge-pouch gave a somewhat military air, grey pantaloons with leather let in on the inner side of the legs, boots and spurs. His head-dress was a cap similar to those worn by our Chasseurs d’Afrique.</p>
<p>From either side of his pouch there hung a gourd and a pistol, and he carried an English carbine in addition.</p>
<p>Notwithstanding the youthful appearance of my host, whose upper lip was as yet scarcely shaded by a moustache, he wore an air of independence and resolution, which struck me very forcibly.</p>
<p>Here was a man fitted for strife, and accustomed to live in the midst of danger, but without despising it, grave because he was solitary, calm because he was strong.</p>
<p>With a single glance he took me all in, my luggage,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN class="newpage" id="page-18">[Pg 18]</SPAN></span> my arms, the dress I had just taken off, and that which I had just donned.</p>
<p>His glance was as rapid and as sure as that of a man whose very life may depend upon a hasty survey of his surroundings.</p>
<p>“I trust you will excuse me if I disturb you,” he said; “but I come with good intentions. I wish to see if you require anything. I am always somewhat uneasy when any of you gentlemen from the continent pay us a visit, for we are still so uncivilized, we Corsicans, that it is really with fear and trembling that we exercise, particularly to Frenchmen, our own hospitality, which will, I fear, soon be the only thing that will remain to us.”</p>
<p>“You have no reason to fear,” I replied; “it would be difficult to say what more a traveller can require beyond what Madame de Franchi has supplied. Besides,” I continued, glancing round the apartment, “I must confess I do not perceive any of the want of civilization you speak of so frankly, and were it not for the charming prospect from those windows, I should fancy myself in an apartment in the Chaussee d’Antin.”</p>
<p>“Yes,” returned the young man, “it is rather a mania with my poor brother Louis; he is so fond of living <i>à la Française;</i> but I very much doubt whether, when he leaves Paris, the poor attempt at civilization here will appear to him sufficient on his return home as it formerly did.”</p>
<p>“Has your brother been long away from Corsica?” I inquired.</p>
<p>“For the last ten months.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN class="newpage" id="page-19">[Pg 19]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“You expect him back soon?”</p>
<p>“Oh, not for three or four years.”</p>
<p>“That is a very long separation for two brothers, who probably were never parted before.”</p>
<p>“Yes, and particularly if they love each other as we do.”</p>
<p>“No doubt he will come to see you before he finishes his studies?”</p>
<p>“Probably; he has promised us so much, at least.”</p>
<p>“In any case, nothing need prevent you from paying him a visit?”</p>
<p>“No, I never leave Corsica.”</p>
<p>There was in his tone, as he made this reply, that love of country which astonishes the rest of the universe.</p>
<p>I smiled.</p>
<p>“It appears strange to you,” he said, smiling in his turn, “when I tell you that I do not wish to leave a miserable country like ours; but you must know that I am as much a growth of the island as the oak or the laurel; the air I breathe must be impregnated with the odours of the sea and of the mountains. I must have torrents to cross, rocks to scale, forests to explore. I must have space; liberty is necessary to me, and if you were to take me to live in a town I believe I should die.”</p>
<p>“But how is it there is such a great difference between you and your brother in this respect?”</p>
<p>“And you would add with so great a physical resemblance, if you knew him.”</p>
<p>“Are you, then, so very much alike?”</p>
<p>“So much so, that when we were children our<span class="pagenum"><SPAN class="newpage" id="page-20">[Pg 20]</SPAN></span> parents were obliged to sew a distinguishing mark upon our clothes.”</p>
<p>“And as you grew up?” I suggested.</p>
<p>“As we grew up our habits caused a very slight change in our appearance, that is all. Always in a study, poring over books and drawings, my brother grew somewhat pale, while I, being always in the open air, became bronzed, as you see.”</p>
<p>“I hope,” I said, “that you will permit me to judge of this resemblance, and if you have any commission for Monsieur Louis, you will charge me with it.”</p>
<p>“Yes, certainly, with great pleasure, if you will be so kind. Now, will you excuse me? I see you are more advanced in your toilet than I, and supper will be ready in a quarter of an hour.”</p>
<p>“You surely need not trouble to change on my account.”</p>
<p>“You must not reproach me with this, for you have yourself set me the example; but, in any case, I am now in a riding dress, and must change it for a mountaineer’s costume, as, after supper, I have to make an excursion in which boots and spurs would only serve to hinder me.”</p>
<p>“You are going out after supper, then?” I asked.</p>
<p>“Yes,” he replied, “to a rendezvous.”</p>
<p>I smiled.</p>
<p>“Ah, not in the sense you understand it—this is a matter of business.”</p>
<p>“Do you think me so presumptuous as to believe I have a right to your conscience?”</p>
<p>“Why not? One should live so as to be able to proclaim what one has done. I never had a mistress,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN class="newpage" id="page-21">[Pg 21]</SPAN></span> and I never shall have one. If my brother should marry, and have children, it is probable that I shall never take a wife. If, on the contrary, he does not marry, perhaps I shall, so as to prevent our race from becoming extinct. Did I not tell you,” he added, laughing, “that I am a regular savage, and had come into the world a hundred years too late? But I continue to chatter here like a crow, and I shall not be ready by the time supper is on the table.”</p>
<p>“But cannot we continue the conversation?” I said. “Your chamber, I believe, is opposite, and we can talk through the open doors.”</p>
<p>“We can do better than that; you can come into my room while I dress. You are a judge of arms, I fancy. Well, then, you shall look at mine. There are some there which are valuable—from an historical point of view, I mean.”</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN class="newpage" id="page-22">[Pg 22]</SPAN></span></p>
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