Bressant

Bressant

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Title: Bressant
Author: Julian Hawthorne
Release Date: April 9, 2005 [eBook #15596]
Language: English
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BRESSANT
A Novel
by
JULIAN HAWTHORNE
1873

CONTENTS.
I.--HOW PROFESSOR VALEYON LOSES HIS HANDKERCHIEF
II.--SIGNS OF A THUNDER-SHOWER
III.--SOPHIE AND CORNELIA ENTER INTO A COVENANT
IV.--A BUSINESS TRANSACTION
V.--BRESSANT PICKS A TEA-ROSE
VI.--CORNELIA BEGINS TO UNDO A KNOT
VII.--PROFESSOR VALEYON MAKES A CALL
VIII.--GREAT EXPECTATIONS
IX.--THE DAGUERREOTYPE
X.--ONLY FOR TO-NIGHT!
XI.--EVERY LITTLE COUNTS
XII.--DOLLY ACTS AN IMPORTANT

PART
XIII.--A KEEPSAKE
XIV.--NURSING
XV.--AN UNTIMELY REMINISCENCE
XVI.--PARTING AN ANCHOR
XVII.--SOPHIE'S CONFESSION
XVIII.--A FLANK MOVEMENT
XIX.--AN INTERMISSION
XX.--BRESSANT CONFIDES A SECRET TO THE FOUNTAIN
XXI.--PUTTING ON THE ARMOR
XXII.--LOCKED UP
XXIII.--ARMED NEUTRALITY

XXIV.--A BIT OF INSPIRATION
XXV.--ANOTHER INTERMISSION
XXVI.--BRESSANT TAKES A VACATION
XXVII.--FACT AND FANCY
XXVIII.--A DISAPPOINTMENT
XXIX.--FOUND
XXX.--LOST
XXXI.--MOTHER AND SON
XXXII.--WHERE TWO ROADS MEET
XXXIII.--TILL THE ELEVENTH HOUR
XXXIV.--THE HOUR AND THE MAN


CHAPTER I.
HOW PROFESSOR VALEYON LOSES HIS HANDKERCHIEF.
One warm afternoon in June--the warmest of the season thus
far--Professor Valeyon sat, smoking a black clay pipe, upon the broad
balcony, which extended all across the back of his house, and
overlooked three acres of garden, inclosed by a solid stone-wall. All the
doors in the house were open, and most of the windows, so that any one
passing in the road might have looked up through the gabled porch and
the passage-way, which divided the house, so to speak, into two parts,
and seen the professor's brown-linen legs, and slippers down at the heel,
projecting into view beyond the framework of the balcony-door.

Indeed--for the professor was an elderly man, and, in many respects, a
creature of habit--precisely this same phenomenon could have been
observed on any fine afternoon during the summer, even to the exact
amount of brown-linen leg visible.
Why the old gentleman's chair should always have been so placed as to
allow a view of so much of his anatomy and no more is a question of
too subtle and abstruse conditions to be solved here. One reason
doubtless lay in the fact that, by craning forward over his knees, he
could see down the passage-way, through the porch, and across the
grass-plot which intervened between the house and the fence, to the
road, thus commanding all approaches from that direction, while his
outlook on either side, and in front, remained as good as from any other
position whatsoever. To be sure, the result would have been more
easily accomplished had the chair been moved two feet farther forward,
but that would have made the professor too much a public spectacle,
and, although by no means backward in appearing, at the fitting time,
before his fellow-men, he enjoyed and required a certain amount of
privacy.
Moreover, it was not toward the road that Professor Valeyon's eyes
were most often turned. They generally wandered southward, over the
ample garden, and across the long, winding valley, to the range of
rough-backed hills, which abruptly invaded the farther horizon. It was a
sufficiently varied and vigorous prospect, and one which years had
endeared to the old gentleman, as if it were the features of a friend.
Especially was he fond of looking at a certain open space, near the
summit of a high, wooded hill, directly opposite. It was like an oasis
among a desert of trees. Had it become overgrown, or had the
surrounding timber been cut away, the professor would have taken it
much to heart. A voluntary superstition of this kind is not uncommon in
elderly gentlemen of more than ordinary intellectual power. It is a sort
of half-playful revenge they wreak upon themselves for being so wise.
Probably Professor Valeyon would have been at a loss to explain why
he valued this small green spot so much; but, in times of doubt or
trouble, be seemed to find help and relief in gazing at it.

The entire range of hills was covered with a dense and tangled
timber-growth, save where the wood-cutters had cleared out a steep,
rectangular space, and dotted it with pale-yellow lumber-piles, that
looked as if nothing less than a miracle kept them from rolling over and
over down to