A few days passed. Jean Pascal seemed determined that we should enjoy our stay. I wondered whether he had it in his mind that Belinda should live here permanently. I had an idea that he was interested in her... and perhaps asking himself whether he wanted a grown-up daughter in his household. He might find it amusing for a while, certainly, but would he grow tired? I was sure that Belinda wanted to be with him. His mode of living would suit her, I was sure. It would be more exciting residing in the chateau, visiting royalty at Farnborough and traveling with her father. Quite different from the comparatively dull lives we lived in London.
But he did include me in everything. He would ask my opinion and always considered it carefully. He really did seem as though he were trying to please me. In fact there were times when I think Belinda grew a little impatient because he bestowed so much attention on me.
He told me that he had a few friends and acquaintances in the neighborhood and that we should have a dinner party; and he had no doubt that there would be invitations for us to visit.
Belinda was much looking forward to that. She had already been to Bordeaux and bought some clothes. She regretted that we were so far from Paris. How she would have loved to see the shops in that city!
I still kept to my plan to escape from them from time to time. I found a need to be alone. Every day I hoped there would be news of Joel. Celeste had assured me that she would let me know at once if she heard anything; and the Greenhams would of course keep her informed, knowing I was as anxious as they were. The grounds about the chateau provided me with great pleasure. They were extensive; there was a small pine wood to which one could retreat and feel as though one were a long way from any habitation; it was always a pleasure to emerge from the trees and see the central tower of the chateau and the two round ones at either end of the building. Standing some distance from it, the symmetrical beauty of the place struck one forcibly.
I liked to wander along the banks of the lake and to watch the swans; both remained aloof and rarely came to the water’s edge. The big one, the cob, was always followed by his smaller mate. He looked very dignified with her always following in his wake. The little ducks were more friendly. They would come close, always hoping for some little tidbit to eat, I imagined.
On this particular day I was unusually deep in thought, telling myself that there must be news of Joel soon. Time was passing. Surely if anything was to be discovered it must be in the near future. It had been so long that I was beginning to despair and feel I might never see him again.
I had wandered to the edge of the lake as I watched the swans. The large one was coming purposefully toward me, the little one docilely swimming behind him. I thought how beautiful they were, so exquisitely graceful and serene. They were coming nearer and nearer. I was surprised. Previously they had seemed somewhat disdainfully aloof.
Then I heard the sound of horse’s hoofs. I turned. Jean Pascal was galloping toward me. He was alone.
I did not know why I had that sudden feeling of uneasiness. I was subject to strange moods in the chateau. Often I felt this sense of foreboding which I found impossible to shake off. It seemed to me that the servants watched us ... Belinda and myself... closely-as though they were speculating. Once or twice I caught the whispered words les anglaises so I knew we were the subject of their conversation. “Lucie!” Jean Pascal was calling my name and there was an urgent note in his voice.
“Come here. Come to me ... quickly!”
I did not move... and then I heard the sound of flapping wings. I turned sharply.
The big black swan was flying straight at me. Jean Pascal had leaped from his horse. He pushed me roughly to one side. The swan turned its attention to him. Fortunately there was a fairly stout branch of a tree lying on the ground and with great presence of mind Jean Pascal picked it up. He was just in time to be able to protect his head by striking out at the swan. He took a few paces backward and hit out. For a few seconds continued to attack him; and then suddenly it turned and flew back to the lake. I stood still, shocked, while it swam back to the middle of the lake, his meek mate following in her usual fashion, just as though nothing untoward had happened.
Jean Pascal put his hand on my shoulder. He whistled. “That was rather uncomfortable,” he said.
He took both my hands. “You’re trembling,” he said.
“It happened so quickly ... I didn’t realize what it was all about.”
He dropped my hands and put an arm around me.
“Dear little Lucie, it is all over now.” He held me tightly against him and I wanted to cry out in panic, for he alarmed me as much as the swan had.
I tried to break free but he held me firmly. “You see,” he said. “I was there. I hope always to be at hand when you need me.”
I managed to free myself. “It was good of you,” I said. “Why did the swan try to attack first me... and then you?”
“You should have been warned. He’s a wicked old fellow, that swan, for all his good looks. We call him Diable. His little mate is so charming. She would never indulge in tantrums. She wouldn’t dare to with old Diable around. As a matter of fact her name is Ange. So you see, we have a devil and an angel. You went too near the lake, which Diable regards as his property. He doesn’t like people intruding. We have to be careful not to offend him. You should have been warned.”
“He’s quite dangerous, and he was ready to attack you.”
“Oh, he is no respecter of persons. He is quite ungrateful to those who provide for him. There’s a certain arrogance about him. Heaven knows what would have happened to you if I hadn’t come along just in time. He would have attacked your face ... pecked at your nose or your eyes. His wings are strong. He’s a magnificent creature. Mon Dieu, the thought of your being hurt ... I am so annoyed with myself. We’re so used to Diable here that we forget to tell people how vicious he can be. He’s a menace to the unaware. Never go near the edge of the lake again, and when you are out walking, find a stout stick just in case you encounter Diable.”
“Why do you have such a dangerous creature on your lake?”
“He keeps it clean... and you must admit he is rather majestic.”
“I admit that... but so dangerous!”
“Well, we accept him. The servants all know Diable, and now ... so do you. You are becoming one of us, Lucie.”
“You have been most hospitable.”
Belinda was coming toward us. She frowned to see us together. I wanted to tell her how pleased I was to see her as I did not feel happy when I was alone with her father.
We told her about the adventure.
“Trust you, Lucie, to provoke him,” said Belinda.
“It could have happened to anyone... even to you.”
“I knew swans could be like that... male ones anyway.” Jean Pascal laughed. “You see, Belinda knows the ways of the world. She recognizes the dangerous male who is so different from the gentle, charming female.”
“It’s not always like that,” said Belinda.
“That’s one thing you have to learn in life, isn’t it-not to generalize,” he said.
“There will always be exceptions.”
And so we came to the chateau. I went to my room. I was still shaken... not only by the swan’s attack but by the manner in which Jean Pascal had held me to him and the look in his eyes when he spoke to me.
The Fitzgeralds
When we were at Manorleigh both Belinda and I had ridden frequently, in London less so. It was necessary, as my father said, to “nurse” the constituency and I, with Celeste later, used to ride round to the various villages which were part of it; so I had become a quite skillful horsewoman.