CHAPTER XLI.
Speaking of Limoise I will be vain enough to speak here of an act of
mine that I consider as brave as it was obedient, for it fell in with
a promise that I had given.
It happened a short time before my departure for the south, before
that journey to the mountains with which my imagination was ever busy;
it occurred in the month of July following my twelfth birthday.
One Wednesday, having started earlier than usual, so that I might
arrive at Limoise before nightfall, I begged those accompanying me to
go no farther than just beyond the town; I entreated them, for this
once, to allow me to make the journey alone as if I were a grown boy.
As I was being ferried across the river I compelled myself to take
from my pocket the white silk handkerchief that I had promised to wear
about my neck to protect it from the cool breezes on the water; the
old weather-beaten sailors were looking at me and I felt unspeakably
ashamed as I tied the muffler around my neck.
And at Chaumes, in that shadeless spot, a place always baked by the
sun, I fulfilled the pledge that had been exacted from me at my
departure. I opened a large sunshade!--oh! how my cheeks reddened and
how humiliated I felt when I was ridiculed by a little shepherd-boy
who, with head bared to the sun's rays, guarded his sheep. And my
agony increased when I arrived at the village and I saw four boys, who
had doubtless just come from school, look at me with astonishment. My
God! I felt as if I would faint. It was true courage which enabled me
to keep my promise at that moment.
As they passed they stared hard as if to mock me for being afraid of
the sun. One muttered something that had little enough meaning, but
which I regarded as a mortal insult: "It is the Marquis of Carabas!"
he said, and then all began to laugh heartily. But notwithstanding, I
continued on my way with my parasol still open. I did not flinch nor
answer them, but the blood surged to my cheeks and hummed in my ears.
In the time that followed there were many occasions when it was
necessary for me to pass upon my way without noticing the insults cast
at me by ignorant people; but I do not recall that their taunts caused
me any suffering. But my experience with the parasol! No, I am sure
that I have never accomplished any braver act that that.
But I am convinced that it is unnecessary for me to seek any other
cause for my aversion to umbrellas, an aversion that followed me into
mature age. And I attribute to handkerchiefs and such things, and to
the excessive care my family took to stop up every chink through which
air might reach me, my later habit, in line with my tendency to
reactions, of exposing my breast to the burning rays of the sun, of
exposing myself to every kind of wind and weather.
