Bressant

Bressant, to do him justice--for he was, on the whole, rather apt to be

polite than otherwise, in his way--entirely forgot the professor's

existence for the time being. He was too self-absorbed to think of other

people. He thought he was bewitched, and felt a strong and healthy

impulse to throw off the witchery before doing any thing else. He sprang

up the steps, across the balcony, traversed the hall with a quick tramp

that shook the house, snatched his hat from the old hat-tree, came down

upon the porch-step (which creaked in a paroxysm of reproach at his

unaccustomed weight), and, in another moment, stood outside the

Parsonage-gate, which, to save time, he had leaped, instead of opening.

The road was white no longer, but brown and moist. The sky overhead was

deep purple, and full of stars. The air wafted about hither and thither

in little, cool, damp puffs, which were a luxury to inhale. Bressant

drew in two or three long lungfuls; then, setting his round straw hat

more firmly on his head, he leaned slightly forward, and launched

himself into a long, swinging run.

To run gracefully and well is a rare accomplishment, for it demands a

particularly well-adjusted physical organization, great strength, and a

deep breath-reservoir. Bressant's body poised itself lightly between

the hips, and swayed slightly, but easily, from side to side at each

spring. The knees alternately caught the weight without swerving, and

shifted it, with an elastic toss, from one to the other. The feet came

down sharp and firm, and springily spurned the road in a rapid though

rhythmical succession. In a few moments, the turn around the spur of the

hill was reached, and the runner was well settled down to his pace.

The stone-fences, the occasional apple-trees, the bushes and bits of

rock bordering the road, slipped by half seen. The full use of the eyes

was required for the path in front, rough as it was with loose stones,

and seamed with irregular ruts. Easy work enough, however, as long as it

remained level, and open to the starlight. But, some distance beyond,

there dipped a pretty abrupt slope, and here was need for care and

quickness. Sometimes a step fell short, or struck one side, to avoid a

stone, or lengthened out to overpass it. The whole body was thrown more

back, and the heels dug solidly into the earth, at each downward leap.

Here and there, where the incline was steeper, four or five foot-tramps

followed rapidly upon each other; and then, gathering himself up, with a

sudden, strong clutch, as it were, the young man continued on as before.

Thus the slope was left behind; and now began a low, long stretch, lying

between meadows, overshadowed by a bordering of willow-trees, and

studded with lengths of surreptitious puddles, for the ground was

clayey, and the rain was unabsorbed. As Bressant entered upon it, he

felt the cold moisture of the air meet his warm face refreshingly; he

was breathing deep and regularly, and now let himself out to a yet

swifter pace than before.