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cumspection； he in nowise failed to do。 The gates were left ajar； moreoveranother piece of carelessness！
Encouraged by this countrified trust in all comers； the officer entered the yard without ceremony； and tethered his horse to the bars of the gate。 While he was knotting the bridle； a neighing sound from the stable caused both horse and rider to turn their eyes involuntarily in that direction。 The door opened； and an old servant put out his head。 He wore a red woolen bonnet； exactly like the Phrygian cap in which Liberty is tricked out； a piece of head…gear in common use in this country。
As there was room for several horses； this worthy individual； after inquiring whether Genestas had come to see M。 Benassis； offered the hospitality of the stable to the newly…arrived steed； a very fine animal； at which he looked with an expression of admiring affection。 The commandant followed his horse to see how things were to go with it。 The stable was clean； there was plenty of litter； and there was the same peculiar air of sleek content about M。 Benassis' pair of horses that distinguished the cure's horse from all the rest of his tribe。 A maid…servant from within the house came out upon the flight of steps and waited。 She appeared to be the proper authority to whom the stranger's inquiries were to be addressed； although the stableman had already told him that M。 Benassis was not at home。
〃The master has gone to the flour…mill；〃 said he。 〃If you like to overtake him； you have only to go along the path that leads to the meadow； and the mill is at the end of it。〃
Genestas preferred seeing the country to waiting about indefinitely for Benassis' return； so he set out along the way that led to the flour…mill。 When he had gone beyond the irregular line traced by the town upon the hillside； he came in sight of the mill and the valley； and of one of the loveliest landscapes that he had ever seen。
The mountains bar the course of the river； which forms a little lake at their feet； and raise their crests above it； tier on tier。 Their many valleys are revealed by the changing hues of the light； or by the more or less clear outlines of the mountain ridges fledged with their dark forests of pines。 The mill had not long been built。 It stood just where the mountain stream fell into the little lake。 There was all the charm about it peculiar to a lonely house surrounded by water and hidden away behind the heads of a few trees that love to grow by the water…side。 On the farther bank of the river； at the foot of a mountain； with a faint red glow of sunset upon its highest crest； Genestas caught a glimpse of a dozen deserted cottages。 All the windows and doors had been taken away； and sufficiently large holes were conspicuous in the dilapidated roofs； but the surrounding land was laid out in fields that were highly cultivated； and the old garden spaces had been turned into meadows； watered by a system of irrigation as artfully contrived as that in use in Limousin。 Unconsciously the commandant paused to look at the ruins of the village before him。
How is it that men can never behold any ruins； even of the humblest kind； without feeling deeply stirred？ Doubtless it is because they seem to be a typical representation of evil fortune whose weight is felt so differently by different natures。 The thought of death is called up by a churchyard； but a deserted village puts us in mind of the sorrows of life； death is but one misfortune always foreseen； but the sorrows of life are infinite。 Does not the thought of the infinite underlie all great melancholy？
The officer reached the stony path by the mill…pond before he could hit upon an explanation of this deserted village。 The miller's lad was sitting on some sacks of corn near the door of the house。 Genestas asked for M。 Benassis。
〃M。 Benassis went over there；〃 said the miller； pointing out one of the ruined cottages。
〃Has the village been burned down？〃 asked the commandant。
〃No； sir。〃
〃Then how did it come to be in this state？〃 inquired Genestas。
〃Ah！ how？〃 the miller answered； as he shrugged his shoulders and went indoors； 〃M。 Benassis will tell you that。〃
The officer went over a rough sort of bridge built up of boulders taken from the torrent bed； and soon reached the house that had been pointed out to him。 The thatched roof of the dwelling was still entire； it was covered with moss indeed； but there were no holes in it； and the door and its fastenings seemed to be in good repair。 Genestas saw a fire on the hearth as he entered； an old woman kneeling in the chimney…corner before a sick man seated in a chair； and another man； who was standing with his face turned toward the fireplace。 The house consisted of a single room； which was lighted by a wretched window covered with linen cloth。 The floor was of beaten earth； the chair； a table； and a truckle…bed comprised the whole of the furniture。 The commandant had never seen anything so poor and bare； not even in Russia； where the moujik's huts are like the dens of wild beasts。 Nothing within it spoke of ordinary life； there were not even the simplest appliances for cooking food of the commonest description。 It might have been a dog…kennel without a drinking…pan。 But for the truckle…bed； a smock…frock hanging from a nail； and some sabots filled with straw； which composed the invalid's entire wardrobe； this cottage would have looked as empty as the others。 The aged peasant woman upon her knees was devoting all her attention to keeping the sufferer's feet in a tub filled with a brown liquid。 Hearing a footstep and the clank of spurs； which sounded strangely in ears accustomed to the plodding pace of country folk； the man turned to Genestas。 A sort of surprise； in which the old woman shared was visible in his face。
〃There is no need to ask if you are M。 Benassis；〃 said the soldier。 〃You will pardon me； sir； if； as a stranger impatient to see you； I have come to seek you on your field of battle； instead of awaiting you at your house。 Pray do not disturb yourself； go on with what you are doing。 When it is over； I will tell you the purpose of my visit。〃
Genestas half seated himself upon the edge of the table； and remained silent。 The firelight shone more brightly in the room than the faint rays of the sun； for the mountain crests intercepted them； so that they seldom reached this corner of the valley。 A few branches of resinous pinewood made a bright blaze； and it was by the light of this fire that the soldier saw the face of the man towards whom he was drawn by a secret motive； by a wish to seek him out； to study and to know him thoroughly well。 M。 Benassis； the local doctor； heard Genestas with indifference； and with folded arms he returned his bow； and went back to his patient； quite unaware that he was being subjected to a scrutiny as earnest as that which the soldier turned upon him。
Benassis was a man of ordinary height； broad…shouldered and deep… chested。 A capacious green overcoat； buttoned up to the chin； prevented the officer from observing any characteristic details of his personal appearance； but his dark and motionless figure served as a strong relief to his face； which caught the bright light of the blazing fire。 The face was not unlike that of a satyr； there was the same slightly protruding forehead； full； in this case； of prominences； all more or less denoting character； the same turned…up nose； with a sprightly cleavage at the tip； the same high cheek…bones。 The lines of the mouth were crooked； the lips； thick and red。 The chin turned sharply upwards。 There was an alert； animated look in the brown eyes； to which their pearly whites gave great brightness； and which expressed passions now subdued。 His iron…gray hair； the deep wrinkles in his face； the bushy eyebrows that had grown white already； the veins on his protuberant nose； the tanned face covered with red blotches； everything about him； in short； indicated a man of fifty and the hard work of his profession。 The officer could come to no conclusion as to the capacity of the head； which was covered by a close cap； but hidden though it was； it seemed to him to be one of the square…shaped kind that gave rise to the expression 〃square…headed。〃 Genestas was accustomed to r