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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Juana + +Author: Honore de Balzac + +Translator: Katharine Prescott Wormeley + +Release Date: February 25, 2010 [EBook #1437] +Last Updated: November 22, 2016 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JUANA *** + + + + +Produced by John Bickers, and Dagny, and David Widger + + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + JUANA + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + BY HONORE DE BALZAC + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h3> + Translated By Katharine Prescott Wormeley + </h3> + <h3> + DEDICATION<br /><br /> To Madame la Comtesse Merlin.<br /> + </h3> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + Contents + </h2> + <h3> + </h3> + <table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto"> + <tr> + <td> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> <big><b>JUANA</b></big> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. EXPOSITION </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. AUCTION </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. THE HISTORY OF MADAME DIARD + </a> + </p> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h1> + JUANA + </h1> + <h3> + (THE MARANAS) + </h3> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. EXPOSITION + </h2> + <p> + Notwithstanding the discipline which Marechal Suchet had introduced into + his army corps, he was unable to prevent a short period of trouble and + disorder at the taking of Tarragona. According to certain fair-minded + military men, this intoxication of victory bore a striking resemblance to + pillage, though the marechal promptly suppressed it. Order being + re-established, each regiment quartered in its respective lines, and the + commandant of the city appointed, military administration began. The place + assumed a mongrel aspect. Though all things were organized on a French + system, the Spaniards were left free to follow “in petto” their national + tastes. + </p> + <p> + This period of pillage (it is difficult to determine how long it lasted) + had, like all other sublunary effects, a cause, not so difficult to + discover. In the marechal’s army was a regiment, composed almost entirely + of Italians and commanded by a certain Colonel Eugene, a man of remarkable + bravery, a second Murat, who, having entered the military service too + late, obtained neither a Grand Duchy of Berg nor a Kingdom of Naples, nor + balls at the Pizzo. But if he won no crown he had ample opportunity to + obtain wounds, and it was not surprising that he met with several. His + regiment was composed of the scattered fragments of the Italian legion. + This legion was to Italy what the colonial battalions are to France. Its + permanent cantonments, established on the island of Elba, served as an + honorable place of exile for the troublesome sons of good families and for + those great men who have just missed greatness, whom society brands with a + hot iron and designates by the term “mauvais sujets”; men who are for the + most part misunderstood; whose existence may become either noble through + the smile of a woman lifting them out of their rut, or shocking at the + close of an orgy under the influence of some damnable reflection dropped + by a drunken comrade. + </p> + <p> + Napoleon had incorporated these vigorous beings in the sixth of the line, + hoping to metamorphose them finally into generals,—barring those + whom the bullets might take off. But the emperor’s calculation was + scarcely fulfilled, except in the matter of the bullets. This regiment, + often decimated but always the same in character, acquired a great + reputation for valor in the field and for wickedness in private life. At + the siege of Tarragona it lost its celebrated hero, Bianchi, the man who, + during the campaign, had wagered that he would eat the heart of a Spanish + sentinel, and did eat it. Though Bianchi was the prince of the devils + incarnate to whom the regiment owed its dual reputation, he had, + nevertheless, that sort of chivalrous honor which excuses, in the army, + the worst excesses. In a word, he would have been, at an earlier period, + an admirable pirate. A few days before his death he distinguished himself + by a daring action which the marechal wished to reward. Bianchi refused + rank, pension, and additional decoration, asking, for sole recompense, the + favor of being the first to mount the breach at the assault on Tarragona. + The marechal granted the request and then forgot his promise; but Bianchi + forced him to remember Bianchi. The enraged hero was the first to plant + our flag on the wall, where he was shot by a monk. + </p> + <p> + This historical digression was necessary, in order to explain how it was + that the 6th of the line was the regiment to enter Tarragona, and why the + disorder and confusion, natural enough in a city taken by storm, + degenerated for a time into a slight pillage. + </p> + <p> + This regiment possessed two officers, not at all remarkable among these + men of iron, who played, nevertheless, in the history we shall now relate, + a somewhat important part. + </p> + <p> + The first, a captain in the quartermaster’s department, an officer half + civil, half military, was considered, in soldier phrase, to be fighting + his own battle. He pretended bravery, boasted loudly of belonging to the + 6th of the line, twirled his moustache with the air of a man who was ready + to demolish everything; but his brother officers did not esteem him. The + fortune he possessed made him cautious. He was nicknamed, for two reasons, + “captain of crows.” In the first place, he could smell powder a league + off, and took wing at the sound of a musket; secondly, the nickname was + based on an innocent military pun, which his position in the regiment + warranted. Captain Montefiore, of the illustrious Montefiore family of + Milan (though the laws of the Kingdom of Italy forbade him to bear his + title in the French service) was one of the handsomest men in the army. + This beauty may have been among the secret causes of his prudence on + fighting days. A wound which might have injured his nose, cleft his + forehead, or scarred his cheek, would have destroyed one of the most + beautiful Italian faces which a woman ever dreamed of in all its delicate + proportions. This face, not unlike the type which Girodet has given to the + dying young Turk, in the “Revolt at Cairo,” was instinct with that + melancholy by which all women are more or less duped. + </p> + <p> + The Marquis de Montefiore possessed an entailed property, but his income + was mortgaged for a number of years to pay off the costs of certain + Italian escapades which are inconceivable in Paris. He had ruined himself + in supporting a theatre at Milan in order to force upon a public a very + inferior prima donna, whom he was said to love madly. A fine future was + therefore before him, and he did not care to risk it for the paltry + distinction of a bit of red ribbon. He was not a brave man, but he was + certainly a philosopher; and he had precedents, if we may use so + parliamentary an expression. Did not Philip the Second register a vow + after the battle of Saint Quentin that never again would he put himself + under fire? And did not the Duke of Alba encourage him in thinking that + the worst trade in the world was the involuntary exchange of a crown for a + bullet? Hence, Montefiore was Philippiste in his capacity of rich marquis + and handsome man; and in other respects also he was quite as profound a + politician as Philip the Second himself. He consoled himself for his + nickname, and for the disesteem of the regiment by thinking that his + comrades were blackguards, whose opinion would never be of any consequence + to him if by chance they survived the present war, which seemed to be one + of extermination. He relied on his face to win him promotion; he saw + himself made colonel by feminine influence and a carefully managed + transition from captain of equipment to orderly officer, and from orderly + officer to aide-de-camp on the staff of some easy-going marshal. By that + time, he reflected, he should come into his property of a hundred thousand + scudi a year, some journal would speak of him as “the brave Montefiore,” + he would marry a girl of rank, and no one would dare to dispute his + courage or verify his wounds. + </p> + <p> + Captain Montefiore had one friend in the person of the quartermaster, + —a Provencal, born in the neighborhood of Nice, whose name was + Diard. A friend, whether at the galleys or in the garret of an artist, + consoles for many troubles. Now Montefiore and Diard were two + philosophers, who consoled each other for their present lives by the study + of vice, as artists soothe the immediate disappointment of their hopes by + the expectation of future fame. Both regarded the war in its results, not + its action; they simply considered those who died for glory fools. Chance + had made soldiers of them; whereas their natural proclivities would have + seated them at the green table of a congress. Nature had poured Montefiore + into the mould of a Rizzio, and Diard into that of a diplomatist. Both + were endowed with that nervous, feverish, half-feminine organization, + which is equally strong for good or evil, and from which may emanate, + according to the impulse of these singular temperaments, a crime or a + generous action, a noble deed or a base one. The fate of such natures + depends at any moment on the pressure, more or less powerful, produced on + their nervous systems by violent and transitory passions. + </p> + <p> + Diard was considered a good accountant, but no soldier would have trusted + him with his purse or his will, possibly because of the antipathy felt by + all real soldiers against the bureaucrats. The quartermaster was not + without courage and a certain juvenile generosity, sentiments which many + men give up as they grow older, by dint of reasoning or calculating. + Variable as the beauty of a fair woman, Diard was a great boaster and a + great talker, talking of everything. He said he was artistic, and he made + prizes (like two celebrated generals) of works of art, solely, he + declared, to preserve them for posterity. His military comrades would have + been puzzled indeed to form a correct judgment of him. Many of them, + accustomed to draw upon his funds when occasion obliged them, thought him + rich; but in truth, he was a gambler, and gamblers may be said to have + nothing of their own. Montefiore was also a gambler, and all the officers + of the regiment played with the pair; for, to the shame of men be it said, + it is not a rare thing to see persons gambling together around a green + table who, when the game is finished, will not bow to their companions, + feeling no respect for them. Montefiore was the man with whom Bianchi made + his bet about the heart of the Spanish sentinel. + </p> + <p> + Montefiore and Diard were among the last to mount the breach at Tarragona, + but the first in the heart of the town as soon as it was taken. Accidents + of this sort happen in all attacks, but with this pair of friends they + were customary. Supporting each other, they made their way bravely through + a labyrinth of narrow and gloomy little streets in quest of their personal + objects; one seeking for painted madonnas, the other for madonnas of flesh + and blood. + </p> + <p> + In what part of Tarragona it happened I cannot say, but Diard presently + recognized by its architecture the portal of a convent, the gate of which + was already battered in. Springing into the cloister to put a stop to the + fury of the soldiers, he arrived just in time to prevent two Parisians + from shooting a Virgin by Albano. In spite of the moustache with which in + their military fanaticism they had decorated her face, he bought the + picture. Montefiore, left alone during this episode, noticed, nearly + opposite the convent, the house and shop of a draper, from which a shot + was fired at him at the moment when his eyes caught a flaming glance from + those of an inquisitive young girl, whose head was advanced under the + shelter of a blind. Tarragona taken by assault, Tarragona furious, firing + from every window, Tarragona violated, with dishevelled hair, and + half-naked, was indeed an object of curiosity,—the curiosity of a + daring Spanish woman. It was a magnified bull-fight. + </p> + <p> + Montefiore forgot the pillage, and heard, for the moment, neither the + cries, nor the musketry, nor the growling of the artillery. The profile of + that Spanish girl was the most divinely delicious thing which he, an + Italian libertine, weary of Italian beauty, and dreaming of an impossible + woman because he was tired of all women, had ever seen. He could still + quiver, he, who had wasted his fortune on a thousand follies, the thousand + passions of a young and blase man—the most abominable monster that + society generates. An idea came into his head, suggested perhaps by the + shot of the draper-patriot, namely,—to set fire to the house. But he + was now alone, and without any means of action; the fighting was centred + in the market-place, where a few obstinate beings were still defending the + town. A better idea then occurred to him. Diard came out of the convent, + but Montefiore said not a word of his discovery; on the contrary, he + accompanied him on a series of rambles about the streets. But the next + day, the Italian had obtained his military billet in the house of the + draper,—an appropriate lodging for an equipment captain! + </p> + <p> + The house of the worthy Spaniard consisted, on the ground-floor, of a vast + and gloomy shop, externally fortified with stout iron bars, such as we see + in the old storehouses of the rue des Lombards. This shop communicated + with a parlor lighted from an interior courtyard, a large room breathing + the very spirit of the middle-ages, with smoky old pictures, old + tapestries, antique “brazero,” a plumed hat hanging to a nail, the musket + of the guerrillas, and the cloak of Bartholo. The kitchen adjoined this + unique living-room, where the inmates took their meals and warmed + themselves over the dull glow of the brazier, smoking cigars and + discoursing bitterly to animate all hearts with hatred against the French. + Silver pitchers and precious dishes of plate and porcelain adorned a + buttery shelf of the old fashion. But the light, sparsely admitted, + allowed these dazzling objects to show but slightly; all things, as in + pictures of the Dutch school, looked brown, even the faces. Between the + shop and this living-room, so fine in color and in its tone of patriarchal + life, was a dark staircase leading to a ware-room where the light, + carefully distributed, permitted the examination of goods. Above this were + the apartments of the merchant and his wife. Rooms for an apprentice and a + servant-woman were in a garret under the roof, which projected over the + street and was supported by buttresses, giving a somewhat fantastic + appearance to the exterior of the building. These chambers were now taken + by the merchant and his wife who gave up their own rooms to the officer + who was billeted upon them,—probably because they wished to avoid + all quarrelling. + </p> + <p> + Montefiore gave himself out as a former Spanish subject, persecuted by + Napoleon, whom he was serving against his will; and these semi-lies had + the success he expected. He was invited to share the meals of the family, + and was treated with the respect due to his name, his birth, and his + title. He had his reasons for capturing the good-will of the merchant and + his wife; he scented his madonna as the ogre scented the youthful flesh of + Tom Thumb and his brothers. But in spite of the confidence he managed to + inspire in the worthy pair the latter maintained the most profound silence + as to the said madonna; and not only did the captain see no trace of the + young girl during the first day he spent under the roof of the honest + Spaniard, but he heard no sound and came upon no indication which revealed + her presence in that ancient building. Supposing that she was the only + daughter of the old couple, Montefiore concluded they had consigned her to + the garret, where, for the time being, they made their home. + </p> + <p> + But no revelation came to betray the hiding-place of that precious + treasure. The marquis glued his face to the lozenge-shaped leaded panes + which looked upon the black-walled enclosure of the inner courtyard; but + in vain; he saw no gleam of light except from the windows of the old + couple, whom he could see and hear as they went and came and talked and + coughed. Of the young girl, not a shadow! + </p> + <p> + Montefiore was far too wary to risk the future of his passion by exploring + the house nocturnally, or by tapping softly on the doors. Discovery by + that hot patriot, the mercer, suspicious as a Spaniard must be, meant ruin + infallibly. The captain therefore resolved to wait patiently, resting his + faith on time and the imperfection of men, which always results—even + with scoundrels, and how much more with honest men!—in the neglect + of precautions. + </p> + <p> + The next day he discovered a hammock in the kitchen, showing plainly where + the servant-woman slept. As for the apprentice, his bed was evidently made + on the shop counter. During supper on the second day Montefiore succeeded, + by cursing Napoleon, in smoothing the anxious forehead of the merchant, a + grave, black-visaged Spaniard, much like the faces formerly carved on the + handles of Moorish lutes; even the wife let a gay smile of hatred appear + in the folds of her elderly face. The lamp and the reflections of the + brazier illumined fantastically the shadows of the noble room. The + mistress of the house offered a “cigarrito” to their semi-compatriot. At + this moment the rustle of a dress and the fall of a chair behind the + tapestry were plainly heard. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” cried the wife, turning pale, “may the saints assist us! God grant + no harm has happened!” + </p> + <p> + “You have some one in the next room, have you not?” said Montefiore, + giving no sign of emotion. + </p> + <p> + The draper dropped a word of imprecation against the girls. Evidently + alarmed, the wife opened a secret door, and led in, half fainting, the + Italian’s madonna, to whom he was careful to pay no attention; only, to + avoid a too-studied indifference, he glanced at the girl before he turned + to his host and said in his own language:— + </p> + <p> + “Is that your daughter, signore?” + </p> + <p> + Perez de Lagounia (such was the merchant’s name) had large commercial + relations with Genoa, Florence, and Livorno; he knew Italian, and replied + in the same language:— + </p> + <p> + “No; if she were my daughter I should take less precautions. The child is + confided to our care, and I would rather die than see any evil happen to + her. But how is it possible to put sense into a girl of eighteen?” + </p> + <p> + “She is very handsome,” said Montefiore, coldly, not looking at her face + again. + </p> + <p> + “Her mother’s beauty is celebrated,” replied the merchant, briefly. + </p> + <p> + They continued to smoke, watching each other. Though Montefiore compelled + himself not to give the slightest look which might contradict his apparent + coldness, he could not refrain, at a moment when Perez turned his head to + expectorate, from casting a rapid glance at the young girl, whose + sparkling eyes met his. Then, with that science of vision which gives to a + libertine, as it does to a sculptor, the fatal power of disrobing, if we + may so express it, a woman, and divining her shape by inductions both + rapid and sagacious, he beheld one of those masterpieces of Nature whose + creation appears to demand as its right all the happiness of love. Here + was a fair young face, on which the sun of Spain had cast faint tones of + bistre which added to its expression of seraphic calmness a passionate + pride, like a flash of light infused beneath that diaphanous complexion,—due, + perhaps, to the Moorish blood which vivified and colored it. Her hair, + raised to the top of her head, fell thence with black reflections round + the delicate transparent ears and defined the outlines of a blue-veined + throat. These luxuriant locks brought into strong relief the dazzling eyes + and the scarlet lips of a well-arched mouth. The bodice of the country set + off the lines of a figure that swayed as easily as a branch of willow. She + was not the Virgin of Italy, but the Virgin of Spain, of Murillo, the only + artist daring enough to have painted the Mother of God intoxicated with + the joy of conceiving the Christ,—the glowing imagination of the + boldest and also the warmest of painters. + </p> + <p> + In this young girl three things were united, a single one of which would + have sufficed for the glory of a woman: the purity of the pearl in the + depths of ocean; the sublime exaltation of the Spanish Saint Teresa; and a + passion of love which was ignorant of itself. The presence of such a woman + has the virtue of a talisman. Montefiore no longer felt worn and jaded. + That young girl brought back his youthful freshness. + </p> + <p> + But, though the apparition was delightful, it did not last. The girl was + taken back to the secret chamber, where the servant-woman carried to her + openly both light and food. + </p> + <p> + “You do right to hide her,” said Montefiore in Italian. “I will keep your + secret. The devil! we have generals in our army who are capable of + abducting her.” + </p> + <p> + Montefiore’s infatuation went so far as to suggest to him the idea of + marrying her. He accordingly asked her history, and Perez very willingly + told him the circumstances under which she had become his ward. The + prudent Spaniard was led to make this confidence because he had heard of + Montefiore in Italy, and knowing his reputation was desirous to let him + see how strong were the barriers which protected the young girl from the + possibility of seduction. Though the good-man was gifted with a certain + patriarchal eloquence, in keeping with his simple life and customs, his + tale will be improved by abridgment. + </p> + <p> + At the period when the French Revolution changed the manners and morals of + every country which served as the scene of its wars, a street prostitute + came to Tarragona, driven from Venice at the time of its fall. The life of + this woman had been a tissue of romantic adventures and strange + vicissitudes. To her, oftener than to any other woman of her class, it had + happened, thanks to the caprice of great lords struck with her + extraordinary beauty, to be literally gorged with gold and jewels and all + the delights of excessive wealth,—flowers, carriages, pages, maids, + palaces, pictures, journeys (like those of Catherine II.); in short, the + life of a queen, despotic in her caprices and obeyed, often beyond her own + imaginings. Then, without herself, or any one, chemist, physician, or man + of science, being able to discover how her gold evaporated, she would find + herself back in the streets, poor, denuded of everything, preserving + nothing but her all-powerful beauty, yet living on without thought or care + of the past, the present, or the future. Cast, in her poverty, into the + hands of some poor gambling officer, she attached herself to him as a dog + to its master, sharing the discomforts of the military life, which indeed + she comforted, as content under the roof of a garret as beneath the silken + hangings of opulence. Italian and Spanish both, she fulfilled very + scrupulously the duties of religion, and more than once she had said to + love:— + </p> + <p> + “Return to-morrow; to-day I belong to God.” + </p> + <p> + But this slime permeated with gold and perfumes, this careless + indifference to all things, these unbridled passions, these religious + beliefs cast into that heart like diamonds into mire, this life begun, and + ended, in a hospital, these gambling chances transferred to the soul, to + the very existence,—in short, this great alchemy, for which vice lit + the fire beneath the crucible in which fortunes were melted up and the + gold of ancestors and the honor of great names evaporated, proceeded from + a <i>cause</i>, a particular heredity, faithfully transmitted from mother + to daughter since the middle ages. The name of this woman was La Marana. + In her family, existing solely in the female line, the idea, person, name + and power of a father had been completely unknown since the thirteenth + century. The name Marana was to her what the designation of Stuart is to + the celebrated royal race of Scotland, a name of distinction substituted + for the patronymic name by the constant heredity of the same office + devolving on the family. + </p> + <p> + Formerly, in France, Spain, and Italy, when those three countries had, in + the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, mutual interests which united and + disunited them by perpetual warfare, the name Marana served to express in + its general sense, a prostitute. In those days women of that sort had a + certain rank in the world of which nothing in our day can give an idea. + Ninon de l’Enclos and Marian Delorme have alone played, in France, the + role of the Imperias, Catalinas, and Maranas who, in preceding centuries, + gathered around them the cassock, gown, and sword. An Imperia built I + forget which church in Rome in a frenzy of repentance, as Rhodope built, + in earlier times, a pyramid in Egypt. The name Marana, inflicted at first + as a disgrace upon the singular family with which we are now concerned, + had ended by becoming its veritable name and by ennobling its vice by + incontestable antiquity. + </p> + <p> + One day, a day of opulence or of penury I know not which, for this event + was a secret between herself and God, but assuredly it was in a moment of + repentance and melancholy, this Marana of the nineteenth century stood + with her feet in the slime and her head raised to heaven. She cursed the + blood in her veins, she cursed herself, she trembled lest she should have + a daughter, and she swore, as such women swear, on the honor and with the + will of the galleys—the firmest will, the most scrupulous honor that + there is on earth—she swore, before an altar, and believing in that + altar, to make her daughter a virtuous creature, a saint, and thus to + gain, after that long line of lost women, criminals in love, an angel in + heaven for them all. + </p> + <p> + The vow once made, the blood of the Maranas spoke; the courtesan returned + to her reckless life, a thought the more within her heart. At last she + loved, with the violent love of such women, as Henrietta Wilson loved Lord + Ponsonby, as Mademoiselle Dupuis loved Bolingbroke, as the Marchesa + Pescara loved her husband—but no, she did not love, she adored one + of those fair men, half women, to whom she gave the virtues which she had + not, striving to keep for herself all that there was of vice between them. + It was from that weak man, that senseless marriage unblessed by God or man + which happiness is thought to justify, but which no happiness absolves, + and for which men blush at last, that she had a daughter, a daughter to + save, a daughter for whom to desire a noble life and the chastity she had + not. Henceforth, happy or not happy, opulent or beggared, she had in her + heart a pure, untainted sentiment, the highest of all human feelings + because the most disinterested. Love has its egotism, but motherhood has + none. La Marana was a mother like none other; for, in her total, her + eternal shipwreck, motherhood might still redeem her. To accomplish + sacredly through life the task of sending a pure soul to heaven, was not + that a better thing than a tardy repentance? was it not, in truth, the + only spotless prayer which she could lift to God? + </p> + <p> + So, when this daughter, when her Marie-Juana-Pepita (she would fain have + given her all the saints in the calendar as guardians), when this dear + little creature was granted to her, she became possessed of so high an + idea of the dignity of motherhood that she entreated vice to grant her a + respite. She made herself virtuous and lived in solitude. No more fetes, + no more orgies, no more love. All joys, all fortunes were centred now in + the cradle of her child. The tones of that infant voice made an oasis for + her soul in the burning sands of her existence. That sentiment could not + be measured or estimated by any other. Did it not, in fact, comprise all + human sentiments, all heavenly hopes? La Marana was so resolved not to + soil her daughter with any stain other than that of birth, that she sought + to invest her with social virtues; she even obliged the young father to + settle a handsome patrimony upon the child and to give her his name. Thus + the girl was not know as Juana Marana, but as Juana di Mancini. + </p> + <p> + Then, after seven years of joy, and kisses, and intoxicating happiness, + the time came when the poor Marana deprived herself of her idol. That + Juana might never bow her head under their hereditary shame, the mother + had the courage to renounce her child for her child’s sake, and to seek, + not without horrible suffering, for another mother, another home, other + principles to follow, other and saintlier examples to imitate. The + abdication of a mother is either a revolting act or a sublime one; in this + case, was it not sublime? + </p> + <p> + At Tarragona a lucky accident threw the Lagounias in her way, under + circumstances which enabled her to recognize the integrity of the Spaniard + and the noble virtue of his wife. She came to them at a time when her + proposal seemed that of a liberating angel. The fortune and honor of the + merchant, momentarily compromised, required a prompt and secret succor. La + Marana made over to the husband the whole sum she had obtained of the + father for Juana’s “dot,” requiring neither acknowledgment nor interest. + According to her own code of honor, a contract, a trust, was a thing of + the heart, and God its supreme judge. After stating the miseries of her + position to Dona Lagounia, she confided her daughter and her daughter’s + fortune to the fine old Spanish honor, pure and spotless, which filled the + precincts of that ancient house. Dona Lagounia had no child, and she was + only too happy to obtain one to nurture. The mother then parted from her + Juana, convinced that the child’s future was safe, and certain of having + found her a mother, a mother who would bring her up as a Mancini, and not + as a Marana. + </p> + <p> + Leaving her child in the simple modest house of the merchant where the + burgher virtues reigned, where religion and sacred sentiments and honor + filled the air, the poor prostitute, the disinherited mother was enabled + to bear her trial by visions of Juana, virgin, wife, and mother, a mother + throughout her life. On the threshold of that house Marana left a tear + such as the angels garner up. + </p> + <p> + Since that day of mourning and hope the mother, drawn by some invincible + presentiment, had thrice returned to see her daughter. Once when Juana + fell ill with a dangerous complaint: + </p> + <p> + “I knew it,” she said to Perez when she reached the house. + </p> + <p> + Asleep, she had seen her Juana dying. She nursed her and watched her, + until one morning, sure of the girl’s convalescence, she kissed her, still + asleep, on the forehead and left her without betraying whom she was. A + second time the Marana came to the church where Juana made her first + communion. Simply dressed, concealing herself behind a column, the exiled + mother recognized herself in her daughter such as she once had been, pure + as the snow fresh-fallen on the Alps. A courtesan even in maternity, the + Marana felt in the depths of her soul a jealous sentiment, stronger for + the moment than that of love, and she left the church, incapable of + resisting any longer the desire to kill Dona Lagounia, as she sat there, + with radiant face, too much the mother of her child. A third and last + meeting had taken place between mother and daughter in the streets of + Milan, to which city the merchant and his wife had paid a visit. The + Marana drove through the Corso in all the splendor of a sovereign; she + passed her daughter like a flash of lightning and was not recognized. + Horrible anguish! To this Marana, surfeited with kisses, one was lacking, + a single one, for which she would have bartered all the others: the + joyous, girlish kiss of a daughter to a mother, an honored mother, a + mother in whom shone all the domestic virtues. Juana living was dead to + her. One thought revived the soul of the courtesan—a precious + thought! Juana was henceforth safe. She might be the humblest of women, + but at least she was not what her mother was—an infamous courtesan. + </p> + <p> + The merchant and his wife had fulfilled their trust with scrupulous + integrity. Juana’s fortune, managed by them, had increased tenfold. Perez + de Lagounia, now the richest merchant in the provinces, felt for the young + girl a sentiment that was semi-superstitious. Her money had preserved his + ancient house from dishonorable ruin, and the presence of so precious a + treasure had brought him untold prosperity. His wife, a heart of gold, and + full of delicacy, had made the child religious, and as pure as she was + beautiful. Juana might well become the wife of either a great seigneur or + a wealthy merchant; she lacked no virtue necessary to the highest destiny. + Perez had intended taking her to Madrid and marrying her to some grandee, + but the events of the present war delayed the fulfilment of this project. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know where the Marana now is,” said Perez, ending the above + history, “but in whatever quarter of the world she may be living, when she + hears of the occupation of our province by your armies, and of the siege + of Tarragona, she will assuredly set out at once to come here and see to + her daughter’s safety.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. AUCTION + </h2> + <p> + The foregoing narrative changed the intentions of the Italian captain; no + longer did he think of making a Marchesa di Montefiore of Juana di + Mancini. He recognized the blood of the Maranas in the glance the girl had + given from behind the blinds, in the trick she had just played to satisfy + her curiosity, and also in the parting look she had cast upon him. The + libertine wanted a virtuous woman for a wife. + </p> + <p> + The adventure was full of danger, but danger of a kind that never daunts + the least courageous man, for love and pleasure followed it. The + apprentice sleeping in the shop, the cook bivouacking in the kitchen, + Perez and his wife sleeping, no doubt, the wakeful sleep of the aged, the + echoing sonority of the old mansion, the close surveillance of the girl in + the day-time,—all these things were obstacles, and made success a + thing well-nigh impossible. But Montefiore had in his favor against all + impossibilities the blood of the Maranas which gushed in the heart of that + inquisitive girl, Italian by birth, Spanish in principles, virgin indeed, + but impatient to love. Passion, the girl, and Montefiore were ready and + able to defy the whole universe. + </p> + <p> + Montefiore, impelled as much by the instinct of a man of gallantry as by + those vague hopes which cannot be explained, and to which we give the name + of presentiments (a word of astonishing verbal accuracy), Montefiore spent + the first hours of the night at his window, endeavoring to look below him + to the secret apartment where, undoubtedly, the merchant and his wife had + hidden the love and joyfulness of their old age. The ware-room of the + “entresol” separated him from the rooms on the ground-floor. The captain + therefore could not have recourse to noises significantly made from one + floor to the other, an artificial language which all lovers know well how + to create. But chance, or it may have been the young girl herself, came to + his assistance. At the moment when he stationed himself at his window, he + saw, on the black wall of the courtyard, a circle of light, in the centre + of which the silhouette of Juana was clearly defined; the consecutive + movement of the arms, and the attitude, gave evidence that she was + arranging her hair for the night. + </p> + <p> + “Is she alone?” Montefiore asked himself; “could I, without danger, lower + a letter filled with coin and strike it against that circular window in + her hiding-place?” + </p> + <p> + At once he wrote a note, the note of a man exiled by his family to Elba, + the note of a degraded marquis now a mere captain of equipment. Then he + made a cord of whatever he could find that was capable of being turned + into string, filled the note with a few silver crowns, and lowered it in + the deepest silence to the centre of that spherical gleam. + </p> + <p> + “The shadows will show if her mother or the servant is with her,” thought + Montefiore. “If she is not alone, I can pull up the string at once.” + </p> + <p> + But, after succeeding with infinite trouble in striking the glass, a + single form, the little figure of Juana, appeared upon the wall. The young + girl opened her window cautiously, saw the note, took it, and stood before + the window while she read it. In it, Montefiore had given his name and + asked for an interview, offering, after the style of the old romances, his + heart and hand to the Signorina Juana di Mancini—a common trick, the + success of which is nearly always certain. At Juana’s age, nobility of + soul increases the dangers which surround youth. A poet of our day has + said: “Woman succumbs only to her own nobility. The lover pretends to + doubt the love he inspires at the moment when he is most beloved; the + young girl, confident and proud, longs to make sacrifices to prove her + love, and knows the world and men too little to continue calm in the midst + of her rising emotions and repel with contempt the man who accepts a life + offered in expiation of a false reproach.” + </p> + <p> + Ever since the constitution of societies the young girl finds herself torn + by a struggle between the caution of prudent virtue and the evils of + wrong-doing. Often she loses a love, delightful in prospect, and the + first, if she resists; on the other hand, she loses a marriage if she is + imprudent. Casting a glance over the vicissitudes of social life in Paris, + it is impossible to doubt the necessity of religion; and yet Paris is + situated in the forty-eighth degree of latitude, while Tarragona is in the + forty-first. The old question of climates is still useful to narrators to + explain the sudden denouements, the imprudences, or the resistances of + love. + </p> + <p> + Montefiore kept his eyes fixed on the exquisite black profile projected by + the gleam upon the wall. Neither he nor Juana could see each other; a + troublesome cornice, vexatiously placed, deprived them of the mute + correspondence which may be established between a pair of lovers as they + bend to each other from their windows. Thus the mind and the attention of + the captain were concentrated on that luminous circle where, without + perhaps knowing it herself, the young girl would, he thought, innocently + reveal her thoughts by a series of gestures. But no! The singular motions + she proceeded to make gave not a particle of hope to the expectant lover. + Juana was amusing herself by cutting up his missive. But virtue and + innocence sometimes imitate the clever proceedings inspired by jealousy to + the Bartholos of comedy. Juana, without pens, ink, or paper, was replying + by snip of scissors. Presently she refastened the note to the string; the + officer drew it up, opened it, and read by the light of his lamp one word, + carefully cut out of the paper: COME. + </p> + <p> + “Come!” he said to himself; “but what of poison? or the dagger or carbine + of Perez? And that apprentice not yet asleep, perhaps, in the shop? and + the servant in her hammock? Besides, this old house echoes the slightest + sound; I can hear old Perez snoring even here. Come, indeed! She can have + nothing more to lose.” + </p> + <p> + Bitter reflection! rakes alone are logical and will punish a woman for + devotion. Man created Satan and Lovelace; but a virgin is an angel on whom + he can bestow naught but his own vices. She is so grand, so beautiful, + that he cannot magnify or embellish her; he has only the fatal power to + blast her and drag her down into his own mire. + </p> + <p> + Montefiore waited for a later and more somnolent hour of the night; then, + in spite of his reflections, he descended the stairs without boots, armed + with his pistols, moving step by step, stopping to question the silence, + putting forth his hands, measuring the stairs, peering into the darkness, + and ready at the slightest incident to fly back into his room. The Italian + had put on his handsomest uniform; he had perfumed his black hair, and now + shone with the particular brilliancy which dress and toilet bestow upon + natural beauty. Under such circumstances most men are as feminine as a + woman. + </p> + <p> + The marquis arrived without hindrance before the secret door of the room + in which the girl was hidden, a sort of cell made in the angle of the + house and belonging exclusively to Juana, who had remained there hidden + during the day from every eye while the siege lasted. Up to the present + time she had slept in the room of her adopted mother, but the limited + space in the garret where the merchant and his wife had gone to make room + for the officer who was billeted upon them, did not allow of her going + with them. Dona Lagounia had therefore left the young girl to the + guardianship of lock and key, under the protection of religious ideas, all + the more efficacious because they were partly superstitious, and also + under the shield of a native pride and sensitive modesty which made the + young Mancini in sort an exception among her sex. Juana possessed in an + equal degree the most attaching virtues and the most passionate impulses; + she had needed the modesty and sanctity of this monotonous life to calm + and cool the tumultuous blood of the Maranas which bounded in her heart, + the desires of which her adopted mother told her were an instigation of + the devil. + </p> + <p> + A faint ray of light traced along the sill of the secret door guided + Montefiore to the place; he scratched the panel softly and Juana opened to + him. Montefiore entered, palpitating, but he recognized in the expression + of the girl’s face complete ignorance of her peril, a sort of naive + curiosity, and an innocent admiration. He stopped short, arrested for a + moment by the sacredness of the picture which met his eyes. + </p> + <p> + He saw before him a tapestry on the walls with a gray ground sprinkled + with violets, a little coffer of ebony, an antique mirror, an immense and + very old arm chair also in ebony and covered with tapestry, a table with + twisted legs, a pretty carpet on the floor, near the table a single chair; + and that was all. On the table, however, were flowers and embroidery; in a + recess at the farther end of the room was the narrow little bed where + Juana dreamed. Above the bed were three pictures; and near the pillow a + crucifix, with a holy water basin and a prayer, printed in letters of gold + and framed. Flowers exhaled their perfume faintly; the candles cast a + tender light; all was calm and pure and sacred. The dreamy thoughts of + Juana, but above all Juana herself, had communicated to all things her own + peculiar charm; her soul appeared to shine there, like the pearl in its + matrix. Juana, dressed in white, beautiful with naught but her own beauty, + laying down her rosary to answer love, might have inspired respect, even + in a Montefiore, if the silence, if the night, if Juana herself had not + seemed so amorous. Montefiore stood still, intoxicated with an unknown + happiness, possibly that of Satan beholding heaven through a rift of the + clouds which form its enclosure. + </p> + <p> + “As soon as I saw you,” he said in pure Tuscan, and in the modest tone of + voice so peculiarly Italian, “I loved you. My soul and my life are now in + you, and in you they will be forever, if you will have it so.” + </p> + <p> + Juana listened, inhaling from the atmosphere the sound of these words + which the accents of love made magnificent. + </p> + <p> + “Poor child! how have you breathed so long the air of this dismal house + without dying of it? You, made to reign in the world, to inhabit the + palace of a prince, to live in the midst of fetes, to feel the joys which + love bestows, to see the world at your feet, to efface all other beauty by + your own which can have no rival—you, to live here, solitary, with + those two shopkeepers!” + </p> + <p> + Adroit question! He wished to know if Juana had a lover. + </p> + <p> + “True,” she replied. “But who can have told you my secret thoughts? For + the last few months I have nearly died of sadness. Yes, I would <i>rather</i> + die than stay longer in this house. Look at that embroidery; there is not + a stitch there which I did not set with dreadful thoughts. How many times + I have thought of escaping to fling myself into the sea! Why? I don’t know + why,—little childish troubles, but very keen, though they are so + silly. Often I have kissed my mother at night as one would kiss a mother + for the last time, saying in my heart: ‘To-morrow I will kill myself.’ But + I do not die. Suicides go to hell, you know, and I am so afraid of hell + that I resign myself to live, to get up in the morning and go to bed at + night, and work the same hours, and do the same things. I am not so weary + of it, but I suffer—And yet, my father and mother adore me. Oh! I am + bad, I am bad; I say so to my confessor.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you always live here alone, without amusement, without pleasures?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! I have not always been like this. Till I was fifteen the festivals of + the church, the chants, the music gave me pleasure. I was happy, feeling + myself like the angels without sin and able to communicate every week—I + loved God then. But for the last three years, from day to day, all things + have changed. First, I wanted flowers here—and I have them, lovely + flowers! Then I wanted—but I want nothing now,” she added, after a + pause, smiling at Montefiore. “Have you not said that you would love me + always?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my Juana,” cried Montefiore, softly, taking her round the waist and + pressing her to his heart, “yes. But let me speak to you as you speak to + God. Are you not as beautiful as Mary in heaven? Listen. I swear to you,” + he continued, kissing her hair, “I swear to take that forehead for my + altar, to make you my idol, to lay at your feet all the luxuries of the + world. For you, my palace at Milan; for you my horses, my jewels, the + diamonds of my ancient family; for you, each day, fresh jewels, a thousand + pleasures, and all the joys of earth!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she said reflectively, “I would like that; but I feel within my + soul that I would like better than all the world my husband. Mio caro + sposo!” she said, as if it were impossible to give in any other language + the infinite tenderness, the loving elegance with which the Italian tongue + and accent clothe those delightful words. Besides, Italian was Juana’s + maternal language. + </p> + <p> + “I should find,” she continued, with a glance at Montefiore in which shone + the purity of the cherubim, “I should find in <i>him</i> my dear religion, + him and God—God and him. Is he to be you?” she said. “Yes, surely it + will be you,” she cried, after a pause. “Come, and see the picture my + father brought me from Italy.” + </p> + <p> + She took a candle, made a sign to Montefiore, and showed him at the foot + of her bed a Saint Michael overthrowing the demon. + </p> + <p> + “Look!” she said, “has he not your eyes? When I saw you from my window in + the street, our meeting seemed to me a sign from heaven. Every day during + my morning meditation, while waiting for my mother to call me to prayer, I + have so gazed at that picture, that angel, that I have ended by thinking + him my husband—oh! heavens, I speak to you as though you were + myself. I must seem crazy to you; but if you only knew how a poor captive + wants to tell the thoughts that choke her! When alone, I talk to my + flowers, to my tapestry; they can understand me better, I think, than my + father and mother, who are so grave.” + </p> + <p> + “Juana,” said Montefiore, taking her hands and kissing them with the + passion that gushed in his eyes, in his gestures, in the tones of his + voice, “speak to me as your husband, as yourself. I have suffered all that + you have suffered. Between us two few words are needed to make us + comprehend our past, but there will never be enough to express our coming + happiness. Lay your hand upon my heart. Feel how it beats. Let us promise + before God, who sees and hears us, to be faithful to each other throughout + our lives. Here, take my ring—and give me yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Give you my ring!” she said in terror. + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” asked Montefiore, uneasy at such artlessness. + </p> + <p> + “But our holy father the Pope has blessed it; it was put upon my finger in + childhood by a beautiful lady who took care of me, and who told me never + to part with it.” + </p> + <p> + “Juana, you cannot love me!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” she said, “here it is; take it. You, are you not another myself?” + </p> + <p> + She held out the ring with a trembling hand, holding it tightly as she + looked at Montefiore with a clear and penetrating eye that questioned him. + That ring! all of herself was in it; but she gave it to him. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my Juana!” said Montefiore, again pressing her in his arms. “I should + be a monster indeed if I deceived you. I will love you forever.” + </p> + <p> + Juana was thoughtful. Montefiore, reflecting that in this first interview + he ought to venture upon nothing that might frighten a young girl so + ignorantly pure, so imprudent by virtue rather than from desire, postponed + all further action to the future, relying on his beauty, of which he knew + the power, and on this innocent ring-marriage, the hymen of the heart, the + lightest, yet the strongest of all ceremonies. For the rest of that night, + and throughout the next day, Juana’s imagination was the accomplice of her + passion. + </p> + <p> + On this first evening Montefiore forced himself to be as respectful as he + was tender. With that intention, in the interests of his passion and the + desires with which Juana inspired him, he was caressing and unctuous in + language; he launched the young creature into plans for a new existence, + described to her the world under glowing colors, talked to her of + household details always attractive to the mind of girls, giving her a + sense of the rights and realities of love. Then, having agreed upon the + hour for their future nocturnal interviews, he left her happy, but + changed; the pure and pious Juana existed no longer; in the last glance + she gave him, in the pretty movement by which she brought her forehead to + his lips, there was already more of passion than a girl should feel. + Solitude, weariness of employments contrary to her nature had brought this + about. To make the daughter of the Maranas truly virtuous, she ought to + have been habituated, little by little, to the world, or else to have been + wholly withdrawn from it. + </p> + <p> + “The day, to-morrow, will seem very long to me,” she said, receiving his + kisses on her forehead. “But stay in the salon, and speak loud, that I may + hear your voice; it fills my soul.” + </p> + <p> + Montefiore, clever enough to imagine the girl’s life, was all the more + satisfied with himself for restraining his desires because he saw that it + would lead to his greater contentment. He returned to his room without + accident. + </p> + <p> + Ten days went by without any event occurring to trouble the peace and + solitude of the house. Montefiore employed his Italian cajolery on old + Perez, on Dona Lagounia, on the apprentice, even on the cook, and they all + liked him; but, in spite of the confidence he now inspired in them, he + never asked to see Juana, or to have the door of her mysterious + hiding-place opened to him. The young girl, hungry to see her lover, + implored him to do so; but he always refused her from an instinct of + prudence. Besides, he had used his best powers and fascinations to lull + the suspicions of the old couple, and had now accustomed them to see him, + a soldier, stay in bed till midday on pretence that he was ill. Thus the + lovers lived only in the night-time, when the rest of the household were + asleep. If Montefiore had not been one of those libertines whom the habit + of gallantry enables to retain their self-possession under all + circumstances, he might have been lost a dozen times during those ten + days. A young lover, in the simplicity of a first love, would have + committed the enchanting imprudences which are so difficult to resist. But + he did resist even Juana herself, Juana pouting, Juana making her long + hair a chain which she wound about his neck when caution told him he must + go. + </p> + <p> + The most suspicious of guardians would however have been puzzled to detect + the secret of their nightly meetings. It is to be supposed that, sure of + success, the Italian marquis gave himself the ineffable pleasures of a + slow seduction, step by step, leading gradually to the fire which should + end the affair in a conflagration. On the eleventh day, at the + dinner-table, he thought it wise to inform old Perez, under seal of + secrecy, that the reason of his separation from his family was an + ill-assorted marriage. This false revelation was an infamous thing in view + of the nocturnal drama which was being played under that roof. Montefiore, + an experienced rake, was preparing for the finale of that drama which he + foresaw and enjoyed as an artist who loves his art. He expected to leave + before long, and without regret, the house and his love. It would happen, + he thought, in this way: Juana, after waiting for him in vain for several + nights, would risk her life, perhaps, in asking Perez what had become of + his guest; and Perez would reply, not aware of the importance of his + answer,— + </p> + <p> + “The Marquis de Montefiore is reconciled to his family, who consent to + receive his wife; he has gone to Italy to present her to them.” + </p> + <p> + And Juana?—The marquis never asked himself what would become of + Juana; but he had studied her character, its nobility, candor, and + strength, and he knew he might be sure of her silence. + </p> + <p> + He obtained a mission from one of the generals. Three days later, on the + night preceding his intended departure, Montefiore, instead of returning + to his own room after dinner, contrived to enter unseen that of Juana, to + make that farewell night the longer. Juana, true Spaniard and true + Italian, was enchanted with such boldness; it argued ardor! For herself + she did not fear discovery. To find in the pure love of marriage the + excitements of intrigue, to hide her husband behind the curtains of her + bed, and say to her adopted father and mother, in case of detection: “I am + the Marquise de Montefiore!”—was to an ignorant and romantic young + girl, who for three years past had dreamed of love without dreaming of its + dangers, delightful. The door closed on this last evening upon her folly, + her happiness, like a veil, which it is useless here to raise. + </p> + <p> + It was nine o’clock; the merchant and his wife were reading their evening + prayers; suddenly the noise of a carriage drawn by several horses + resounded in the street; loud and hasty raps echoed from the shop where + the servant hurried to open the door, and into that venerable salon rushed + a woman, magnificently dressed in spite of the mud upon the wheels of her + travelling-carriage, which had just crossed Italy, France, and Spain. It + was, of course, the Marana,—the Marana who, in spite of her + thirty-six years, was still in all the glory of her ravishing beauty; the + Marana who, being at that time the mistress of a king, had left Naples, + the fetes, the skies of Naples, the climax of her life of luxury, on + hearing from her royal lover of the events in Spain and the siege of + Tarragona. + </p> + <p> + “Tarragona! I must get to Tarragona before the town is taken!” she cried. + “Ten days to reach Tarragona!” + </p> + <p> + Then without caring for crown or court, she arrived in Tarragona, + furnished with an almost imperial safe-conduct; furnished too with gold + which enabled her to cross France with the velocity of a rocket. + </p> + <p> + “My daughter! my daughter!” cried the Marana. + </p> + <p> + At this voice, and the abrupt invasion of their solitude, the prayer-book + fell from the hands of the old couple. + </p> + <p> + “She is there,” replied the merchant, calmly, after a pause during which + he recovered from the emotion caused by the abrupt entrance, and the look + and voice of the mother. “She is there,” he repeated, pointing to the door + of the little chamber. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but has any harm come to her; is she still—” + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly well,” said Dona Lagounia. + </p> + <p> + “O God! send me to hell if it so pleases thee!” cried the Marana, + dropping, exhausted and half dead, into a chair. + </p> + <p> + The flush in her cheeks, due to anxiety, paled suddenly; she had strength + to endure suffering, but none to bear this joy. Joy was more violent in + her soul than suffering, for it contained the echoes of her pain and the + agonies of its own emotion. + </p> + <p> + “But,” she said, “how have you kept her safe? Tarragona is taken.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Perez, “but since you see me living why do you ask that + question? Should I not have died before harm could have come to Juana?” + </p> + <p> + At that answer, the Marana seized the calloused hand of the old man, and + kissed it, wetting it with the tears that flowed from her eyes—she + who never wept! those tears were all she had most precious under heaven. + </p> + <p> + “My good Perez!” she said at last. “But have you had no soldiers quartered + in your house?” + </p> + <p> + “Only one,” replied the Spaniard. “Fortunately for us the most loyal of + men; a Spaniard by birth, but now an Italian who hates Bonaparte; a + married man. He is ill, and gets up late and goes to bed early.” + </p> + <p> + “An Italian! What is his name?” + </p> + <p> + “Montefiore.” + </p> + <p> + “Can it be the Marquis de Montefiore—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Senora, he himself.” + </p> + <p> + “Has he seen Juana?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Dona Lagounia. + </p> + <p> + “You are mistaken, wife,” said Perez. “The marquis must have seen her for + a moment, a short moment, it is true; but I think he looked at her that + evening she came in here during supper.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, let me see my daughter!” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing easier,” said Perez; “she is now asleep. If she has left the key + in the lock we must waken her.” + </p> + <p> + As he rose to take the duplicate key of Juana’s door his eyes fell by + chance on the circular gleam of light upon the black wall of the inner + courtyard. Within that circle he saw the shadow of a group such as Canova + alone has attempted to render. The Spaniard turned back. + </p> + <p> + “I do not know,” he said to the Marana, “where to find the key.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very pale,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “And I will show you why,” he cried, seizing his dagger and rapping its + hilt violently on Juana’s door as he shouted,— + </p> + <p> + “Open! open! open! Juana!” + </p> + <p> + Juana did not open, for she needed time to conceal Montefiore. She knew + nothing of what was passing in the salon; the double portieres of thick + tapestry deadened all sounds. + </p> + <p> + “Madame, I lied to you in saying I could not find the key. Here it is,” + added Perez, taking it from a sideboard. “But it is useless. Juana’s key + is in the lock; her door is barricaded. We have been deceived, my wife!” + he added, turning to Dona Lagounia. “There is a man in Juana’s room.” + </p> + <p> + “Impossible! By my eternal salvation I say it is impossible!” said his + wife. + </p> + <p> + “Do not swear, Dona Lagounia. Our honor is dead, and this woman—” He + pointed to the Marana, who had risen and was standing motionless, blasted + by his words, “this woman has the right to despise us. She saved our life, + our fortune, and our honor, and we have saved nothing for her but her + money—Juana!” he cried again, “open, or I will burst in your door.” + </p> + <p> + His voice, rising in violence, echoed through the garrets in the roof. He + was cold and calm. The life of Montefiore was in his hands; he would wash + away his remorse in the blood of that Italian. + </p> + <p> + “Out, out, out! out, all of you!” cried the Marana, springing like a + tigress on the dagger, which she wrenched from the hand of the astonished + Perez. “Out, Perez,” she continued more calmly, “out, you and your wife + and servants! There will be murder here. You might be shot by the French. + Have nothing to do with this; it is my affair, mine only. Between my + daughter and me there is none but God. As for the man, he belongs to <i>me</i>. + The whole earth could not tear him from my grasp. Go, go! I forgive you. I + see plainly that the girl is a Marana. You, your religion, your virtue, + were too weak to fight against my blood.” + </p> + <p> + She gave a dreadful sigh, turning her dry eyes on them. She had lost all, + but she knew how to suffer,—a true courtesan. + </p> + <p> + The door opened. The Marana forgot all else, and Perez, making a sign to + his wife, remained at his post. With his old invincible Spanish honor he + was determined to share the vengeance of the betrayed mother. Juana, all + in white, and softly lighted by the wax candles, was standing calmly in + the centre of her chamber. + </p> + <p> + “What do you want with me?” she said. + </p> + <p> + The Marana could not repress a passing shudder. + </p> + <p> + “Perez,” she asked, “has this room another issue?” + </p> + <p> + Perez made a negative gesture; confiding in that gesture, the mother + entered the room. + </p> + <p> + “Juana,” she said, “I am your mother, your judge; you have placed yourself + in the only situation in which I could reveal myself to you. You have come + down to me, you, whom I thought in heaven. Ah! you have fallen low indeed. + You have a lover in this room.” + </p> + <p> + “Madame, there is and can be no one but my husband,” answered the girl. “I + am the Marquise de Montefiore.” + </p> + <p> + “Then there are two,” said Perez, in a grave voice. “He told me he was + married.” + </p> + <p> + “Montefiore, my love!” cried the girl, tearing aside the curtain and + revealing the officer. “Come! they are slandering you.” + </p> + <p> + The Italian appeared, pale and speechless; he saw the dagger in the + Marana’s hand, and he knew her well. With one bound he sprang from the + room, crying out in a thundering voice,— + </p> + <p> + “Help! help! they are murdering a Frenchman. Soldiers of the 6th of the + line, rush for Captain Diard! Help, help!” + </p> + <p> + Perez had gripped the man and was trying to gag him with his large hand, + but the Marana stopped him, saying,— + </p> + <p> + “Bind him fast, but let him shout. Open the doors, leave them open, and + go, go, as I told you; go, all of you.—As for you,” she said, + addressing Montefiore, “shout, call for help if you choose; by the time + your soldiers get here this blade will be in your heart. Are you married? + Answer.” + </p> + <p> + Montefiore, who had fallen on the threshold of the door, scarcely a step + from Juana, saw nothing but the blade of the dagger, the gleam of which + blinded him. + </p> + <p> + “Has he deceived me?” said Juana, slowly. “He told me he was free.” + </p> + <p> + “He told me that he was married,” repeated Perez, in his solemn voice. + </p> + <p> + “Holy Virgin!” murmured Dona Lagounia. + </p> + <p> + “Answer, soul of corruption,” said the Marana, in a low voice, bending to + the ear of the marquis. + </p> + <p> + “Your daughter—” began Montefiore. + </p> + <p> + “The daughter that was mine is dead or dying,” interrupted the Marana. “I + have no daughter; do not utter that word. Answer, are you married?” + </p> + <p> + “No, madame,” said Montefiore, at last, striving to gain time, “I desire + to marry your daughter.” + </p> + <p> + “My noble Montefiore!” said Juana, drawing a deep breath. + </p> + <p> + “Then why did you attempt to fly and cry for help?” asked Perez. + </p> + <p> + Terrible, revealing light! + </p> + <p> + Juana said nothing, but she wrung her hands and went to her arm-chair and + sat down. + </p> + <p> + At that moment a tumult rose in the street which was plainly heard in the + silence of the room. A soldier of the 6th, hearing Montefiore’s cry for + help, had summoned Diard. The quartermaster, who was fortunately in his + bivouac, came, accompanied by friends. + </p> + <p> + “Why did I fly?” said Montefiore, hearing the voice of his friend. + “Because I told you the truth; I am married—Diard! Diard!” he + shouted in a piercing voice. + </p> + <p> + But, at a word from Perez, the apprentice closed and bolted the doors, so + that the soldiers were delayed by battering them in. Before they could + enter, the Marana had time to strike her dagger into the guilty man; but + anger hindered her aim, the blade slipped upon the Italian’s epaulet, + though she struck her blow with such force that he fell at the very feet + of Juana, who took no notice of him. The Marana sprang upon him, and this + time, resolved not to miss her prey, she caught him by the throat. + </p> + <p> + “I am free and I will marry her! I swear it, by God, by my mother, by all + there is most sacred in the world; I am a bachelor; I will marry her, on + my honor!” + </p> + <p> + And he bit the arm of the courtesan. + </p> + <p> + “Mother,” said Juana, “kill him. He is so base that I will not have him + for my husband, were he ten times as beautiful.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I recognize my daughter!” cried the mother. + </p> + <p> + “What is all this?” demanded the quartermaster, entering the room. + </p> + <p> + “They are murdering me,” cried Montefiore, “on account of this girl; she + says I am her lover. She inveigled me into a trap, and they are forcing me + to marry her—” + </p> + <p> + “And you reject her?” cried Diard, struck with the splendid beauty which + contempt, hatred, and indignation had given to the girl, already so + beautiful. “Then you are hard to please. If she wants a husband I am ready + to marry her. Put up your weapons; there is no trouble here.” + </p> + <p> + The Marana pulled the Italian to the side of her daughter’s bed and said + to him, in a low voice,— + </p> + <p> + “If I spare you, give thanks for the rest of your life; but, remember + this, if your tongue ever injures my daughter you will see me again. Go!—How + much ‘dot’ do you give her?” she continued, going up to Perez. + </p> + <p> + “She has two hundred thousand gold piastres,” replied the Spaniard. + </p> + <p> + “And that is not all, monsieur,” said the Marana, turning to Diard. “Who + are you?—Go!” she repeated to Montefiore. + </p> + <p> + The marquis, hearing this statement of gold piastres, came forward once + more, saying,— + </p> + <p> + “I am really free—” + </p> + <p> + A glance from Juana silenced him. + </p> + <p> + “You are really free to go,” she said. + </p> + <p> + And he went immediately. + </p> + <p> + “Alas! monsieur,” said the girl, turning to Diard, “I thank you with + admiration. But my husband is in heaven. To-morrow I shall enter a convent—” + </p> + <p> + “Juana, my Juana, hush!” cried the mother, clasping her in her arms. Then + she whispered in the girl’s ear. “You <i>must</i> have another husband.” + </p> + <p> + Juana turned pale. She freed herself from her mother and sat down once + more in her arm-chair. + </p> + <p> + “Who are you, monsieur?” repeated the Marana, addressing Diard. + </p> + <p> + “Madame, I am at present only the quartermaster of the 6th of the line. + But for such a wife I have the heart to make myself a marshal of France. + My name is Pierre-Francois Diard. My father was provost of merchants. I am + not—” + </p> + <p> + “But, at least, you are an honest man, are you not?” cried the Marana, + interrupting him. “If you please the Signorina Juana di Mancini, you can + marry her and be happy together.—Juana,” she continued in a grave + tone, “in becoming the wife of a brave and worthy man remember that you + will also be a mother. I have sworn that you shall kiss your children + without a blush upon your face” (her voice faltered slightly). “I have + sworn that you shall live a virtuous life; expect, therefore, many + troubles. But, whatever happens, continue pure, and be faithful to your + husband. Sacrifice all things to him, for he will be the father of your + children—the father of your children! If you take a lover, I, your + mother, will stand between you and him. Do you see that dagger? It is in + your ‘dot,’” she continued, throwing the weapon on Juana’s bed. “I leave + it there as the guarantee of your honor so long as my eyes are open and my + arm free. Farewell,” she said, restraining her tears. “God grant that we + may never meet again.” + </p> + <p> + At that idea, her tears began to flow. + </p> + <p> + “Poor child!” she added, “you have been happier than you knew in this dull + home.—Do not allow her to regret it,” she said, turning to Diard. + </p> + <p> + The foregoing rapid narrative is not the principal subject of this Study, + for the understanding of which it was necessary to explain how it happened + that the quartermaster Diard married Juana di Mancini, that Montefiore and + Diard were intimately known to each other, and to show plainly what blood + and what passions were in Madame Diard. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. THE HISTORY OF MADAME DIARD + </h2> + <p> + By the time that the quartermaster had fulfilled all the long and dilatory + formalities without which no French soldier can be married, he was + passionately in love with Juana di Mancini, and Juana had had time to + think of her coming destiny. + </p> + <p> + An awful destiny! Juana, who felt neither esteem nor love for Diard, was + bound to him forever, by a rash but necessary promise. The man was neither + handsome nor well-made. His manners, devoid of all distinction, were a + mixture of the worst army tone, the habits of his province, and his own + insufficient education. How could she love Diard, she, a young girl all + grace and elegance, born with an invincible instinct for luxury and good + taste, her very nature tending toward the sphere of the higher social + classes? As for esteeming him, she rejected the very thought precisely + because he had married her. This repulsion was natural. Woman is a saintly + and noble creature, but almost always misunderstood, and nearly always + misjudged because she is misunderstood. If Juana had loved Diard she would + have esteemed him. Love creates in a wife a new woman; the woman of the + day before no longer exists on the morrow. Putting on the nuptial robe of + a passion in which life itself is concerned, the woman wraps herself in + purity and whiteness. Reborn into virtue and chastity, there is no past + for her; she is all future, and should forget the things behind her to + relearn life. In this sense the famous words which a modern poet has put + into the lips of Marion Delorme is infused with truth,— + </p> + <p> + “And Love remade me virgin.” + </p> + <p> + That line seems like a reminiscence of a tragedy of Corneille, so truly + does it recall the energetic diction of the father of our modern theatre. + Yet the poet was forced to sacrifice it to the essentially vaudevillist + spirit of the pit. + </p> + <p> + So Juana loveless was doomed to be Juana humiliated, degraded, hopeless. + She could not honor the man who took her thus. She felt, in all the + conscientious purity of her youth, that distinction, subtle in appearance + but sacredly true, legal with the heart’s legality, which women apply + instinctively to all their feelings, even the least reflective. Juana + became profoundly sad as she saw the nature and the extent of the life + before her. Often she turned her eyes, brimming with tears proudly + repressed, upon Perez and Dona Lagounia, who fully comprehended, both of + them, the bitter thoughts those tears contained. But they were silent: of + what good were reproaches now; why look for consolations? The deeper they + were, the more they enlarged the wound. + </p> + <p> + One evening, Juana, stupid with grief, heard through the open door of her + little room, which the old couple had thought shut, a pitying moan from + her adopted mother. + </p> + <p> + “The child will die of grief.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Perez, in a shaking voice, “but what can we do? I cannot now + boast of her beauty and her chastity to Comte d’Arcos, to whom I hoped to + marry her.” + </p> + <p> + “But a single fault is not vice,” said the old woman, pitying as the + angels. + </p> + <p> + “Her mother gave her to this man,” said Perez. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, in a moment; without consulting the poor child!” cried Dona + Lagounia. + </p> + <p> + “She knew what she was doing.” + </p> + <p> + “But oh! into what hands our pearl is going!” + </p> + <p> + “Say no more, or I shall seek a quarrel with that Diard.” + </p> + <p> + “And that would only lead to other miseries.” + </p> + <p> + Hearing these dreadful words Juana saw the happy future she had lost by + her own wrongdoing. The pure and simple years of her quiet life would have + been rewarded by a brilliant existence such as she had fondly dreamed,—dreams + which had caused her ruin. To fall from the height of Greatness to + Monsieur Diard! She wept. At times she went nearly mad. She floated for a + while between vice and religion. Vice was a speedy solution, religion a + lifetime of suffering. The meditation was stormy and solemn. The next day + was the fatal day, the day for the marriage. But Juana could still remain + free. Free, she knew how far her misery would go; married, she was + ignorant of where it went or what it might bring her. + </p> + <p> + Religion triumphed. Dona Lagounia stayed beside her child and prayed and + watched as she would have prayed and watched beside the dying. + </p> + <p> + “God wills it,” she said to Juana. + </p> + <p> + Nature gives to woman alternately a strength which enables her to suffer + and a weakness which leads her to resignation. Juana resigned herself; and + without restriction. She determined to obey her mother’s prayer, and cross + the desert of life to reach God’s heaven, knowing well that no flowers + grew for her along the way of that painful journey. + </p> + <p> + She married Diard. As for the quartermaster, though he had no grace in + Juana’s eyes, we may well absolve him. He loved her distractedly. The + Marana, so keen to know the signs of love, had recognized in that man the + accents of passion and the brusque nature, the generous impulses, that are + common to Southerners. In the paroxysm of her anger and her distress she + had thought such qualities enough for her daughter’s happiness. + </p> + <p> + The first days of this marriage were apparently happy; or, to express one + of those latent facts, the miseries of which are buried by women in the + depths of their souls, Juana would not cast down her husband’s joy,—a + double role, dreadful to play, but to which, sooner or later, all women + unhappily married come. This is a history impossible to recount in its + full truth. Juana, struggling hourly against her nature, a nature both + Spanish and Italian, having dried up the source of her tears by dint of + weeping, was a human type, destined to represent woman’s misery in its + utmost expression, namely, sorrow undyingly active; the description of + which would need such minute observations that to persons eager for + dramatic emotions they would seem insipid. This analysis, in which every + wife would find some one of her own sufferings, would require a volume to + express them all; a fruitless, hopeless volume by its very nature, the + merit of which would consist in faintest tints and delicate shadings which + critics would declare to be effeminate and diffuse. Besides, what man + could rightly approach, unless he bore another heart within his heart, + those solemn and touching elegies which certain women carry with them to + their tomb; melancholies, misunderstood even by those who cause them; + sighs unheeded, devotions unrewarded,—on earth at least,—splendid + silences misconstrued; vengeances withheld, disdained; generosities + perpetually bestowed and wasted; pleasures longed for and denied; angelic + charities secretly accomplished,—in short, all the religions of + womanhood and its inextinguishable love. + </p> + <p> + Juana knew that life; fate spared her nought. She was wholly a wife, but a + sorrowful and suffering wife; a wife incessantly wounded, yet forgiving + always; a wife pure as a flawless diamond,—she who had the beauty + and the glow of the diamond, and in that beauty, that glow, a vengeance in + her hand; for she was certainly not a woman to fear the dagger added to + her “dot.” + </p> + <p> + At first, inspired by a real love, by one of those passions which for the + time being change even odious characters and bring to light all that may + be noble in a soul, Diard behaved like a man of honor. He forced + Montefiore to leave the regiment and even the army corps, so that his wife + might never meet him during the time they remained in Spain. Next, he + petitioned for his own removal, and succeeded in entering the Imperial + Guard. He desired at any price to obtain a title, honors, and + consideration in keeping with his present wealth. With this idea in his + mind, he behaved courageously in one of the most bloody battles in + Germany, but, unfortunately, he was too severely wounded to remain in the + service. Threatened with the loss of a leg, he was forced to retire on a + pension, without the title of baron, without those rewards he hoped to + win, and would have won had he not been Diard. + </p> + <p> + This event, this wound, and his thwarted hopes contributed to change his + character. His Provencal energy, roused for a time, sank down. At first he + was sustained by his wife, in whom his efforts, his courage, his ambition + had induced some belief in his nature, and who showed herself, what women + are, tender and consoling in the troubles of life. Inspired by a few words + from Juana, the retired soldier came to Paris, resolved to win in an + administrative career a position to command respect, bury in oblivion the + quartermaster of the 6th of the line, and secure for Madame Diard a noble + title. His passion for that seductive creature enabled him to divine her + most secret wishes. Juana expressed nothing, but he understood her. He was + not loved as a lover dreams of being loved; he knew this, and he strove to + make himself respected, loved, and cherished. He foresaw a coming + happiness, poor man, in the patience and gentleness shown on all occasions + by his wife; but that patience, that gentleness, were only the outward + signs of the resignation which had made her his wife. Resignation, + religion, were they love? Often Diard wished for refusal where he met with + chaste obedience; often he would have given his eternal life that Juana + might have wept upon his bosom and not disguised her secret thoughts + behind a smiling face which lied to him nobly. Many young men—for + after a certain age men no longer struggle—persist in the effort to + triumph over an evil fate, the thunder of which they hear, from time to + time, on the horizon of their lives; and when at last they succumb and + roll down the precipice of evil, we ought to do them justice and + acknowledge these inward struggles. + </p> + <p> + Like many men Diard tried all things, and all things were hostile to him. + His wealth enabled him to surround his wife with the enjoyments of + Parisian luxury. She lived in a fine house, with noble rooms, where she + maintained a salon, in which abounded artists (by nature no judges of + men), men of pleasure ready to amuse themselves anywhere, a few + politicians who swelled the numbers, and certain men of fashion, all of + whom admired Juana. Those who put themselves before the eyes of the public + in Paris must either conquer Paris or be subject to it. Diard’s character + was not sufficiently strong, compact, or persistent to command society at + that epoch, because it was an epoch when all men were endeavoring to rise. + Social classifications ready-made are perhaps a great boon even for the + people. Napoleon has confided to us the pains he took to inspire respect + in his court, where most of the courtiers had been his equals. But + Napoleon was Corsican, and Diard Provencal. Given equal genius, an + islander will always be more compact and rounded than the man of terra + firma in the same latitude; the arm of the sea which separates Corsica + from Provence is, in spite of human science, an ocean which has made two + nations. + </p> + <p> + Diard’s mongrel position, which he himself made still more questionable, + brought him great troubles. Perhaps there is useful instruction to be + derived from the almost imperceptible connection of acts which led to the + finale of this history. + </p> + <p> + In the first place, the sneerers of Paris did not see without malicious + smiles and words the pictures with which the former quartermaster adorned + his handsome mansion. Works of art purchased the night before were said to + be spoils from Spain; and this accusation was the revenge of those who + were jealous of his present fortune. Juana comprehended this reproach, and + by her advice Diard sent back to Tarragona all the pictures he had brought + from there. But the public, determined to see things in the worst light, + only said, “That Diard is shrewd; he has sold his pictures.” Worthy people + continued to think that those which remained in the Diard salons were not + honorably acquired. Some jealous women asked how it was that a <i>Diard</i> + (!) had been able to marry so rich and beautiful a young girl. Hence + comments and satires without end, such as Paris contributes. And yet, it + must be said, that Juana met on all sides the respect inspired by her pure + and religious life, which triumphed over everything, even Parisian + calumny; but this respect stopped short with her, her husband received + none of it. Juana’s feminine perception and her keen eye hovering over her + salons, brought her nothing but pain. + </p> + <p> + This lack of esteem was perfectly natural. Diard’s comrades, in spite of + the virtues which our imaginations attribute to soldiers, never forgave + the former quartermaster of the 6th of the line for becoming suddenly so + rich and for attempting to cut a figure in Paris. Now in Paris, from the + last house in the faubourg Saint-Germain to the last in the rue + Saint-Lazare, between the heights of the Luxembourg and the heights of + Montmartre, all that clothes itself and gabbles, clothes itself to go out + and goes out to gabble. All that world of great and small pretensions, + that world of insolence and humble desires, of envy and cringing, all that + is gilded or tarnished, young or old, noble of yesterday or noble from the + fourth century, all that sneers at a parvenu, all that fears to commit + itself, all that wants to demolish power and worships power if it resists,—<i>all</i> + those ears hear, <i>all</i> those tongues say, <i>all</i> those minds + know, in a single evening, where the new-comer who aspires to honor among + them was born and brought up, and what that interloper has done, or has + not done, in the course of his life. There may be no court of assizes for + the upper classes of society; but at any rate they have the most cruel of + public prosecutors, an intangible moral being, both judge and executioner, + who accuses and brands. Do not hope to hide anything from him; tell him + all yourself; he wants to know all and he will know all. Do not ask what + mysterious telegraph it was which conveyed to him in the twinkling of an + eye, at any hour, in any place, that story, that bit of news, that + scandal; do not ask what prompts him. That telegraph is a social mystery; + no observer can report its effects. Of many extraordinary instances + thereof, one may suffice: The assassination of the Duc de Berry, which + occurred at the Opera-house, was related within ten minutes in the + Ile-Saint-Louis. Thus the opinion of the 6th of the line as to its + quartermaster filtered through society the night on which he gave his + first ball. + </p> + <p> + Diard was therefore debarred from succeeding in society. Henceforth his + wife alone had the power to make anything of him. Miracle of our strange + civilization! In Paris, if a man is incapable of being anything himself, + his wife, when she is young and clever, may give him other chances for + elevation. We sometimes meet with invalid women, feeble beings apparently, + who, without rising from sofas or leaving their chambers, have ruled + society, moved a thousand springs, and placed their husbands where their + ambition or their vanity prompted. But Juana, whose childhood was passed + in her retreat in Tarragona, knew nothing of the vices, the meannesses, or + the resources of Parisian society; she looked at that society with the + curiosity of a girl, but she learned from it only that which her sorrow + and her wounded pride revealed to her. + </p> + <p> + Juana had the tact of a virgin heart which receives impressions in advance + of the event, after the manner of what are called “sensitives.” The + solitary young girl, so suddenly become a woman and a wife, saw plainly + that were she to attempt to compel society to respect her husband, it must + be after the manner of Spanish beggars, carbine in hand. Besides, the + multiplicity of the precautions she would have to take, would they meet + the necessity? Suddenly she divined society as, once before, she had + divined life, and she saw nothing around her but the immense extent of an + irreparable disaster. She had, moreover, the additional grief of tardily + recognizing her husband’s peculiar form of incapacity; he was a man + unfitted for any purpose that required continuity of ideas. He could not + understand a consistent part, such as he ought to play in the world; he + perceived it neither as a whole nor in its gradations, and its gradations + were everything. He was in one of those positions where shrewdness and + tact might have taken the place of strength; when shrewdness and tact + succeed, they are, perhaps, the highest form of strength. + </p> + <p> + Now Diard, far from arresting the spot of oil on his garments left by his + antecedents, did his best to spread it. Incapable of studying the phase of + the empire in the midst of which he came to live in Paris, he wanted to be + made prefect. At that time every one believed in the genius of Napoleon; + his favor enhanced the value of all offices. Prefectures, those miniature + empires, could only be filled by men of great names, or chamberlains of + H.M. the emperor and king. Already the prefects were a species of vizier. + The myrmidons of the great man scoffed at Diard’s pretensions to a + prefecture, whereupon he lowered his demand to a sub-prefecture. There + was, of course, a ridiculous discrepancy between this latter demand and + the magnitude of his fortune. To frequent the imperial salons and live + with insolent luxury, and then to abandon that millionaire life and bury + himself as sub-prefect at Issoudun or Savenay was certainly holding + himself below his position. Juana, too late aware of our laws and habits + and administrative customs, did not enlighten her husband soon enough. + Diard, desperate, petitioned successively all the ministerial powers; + repulsed everywhere, he found nothing open to him; and society then judged + him as the government judged him and as he judged himself. Diard, + grievously wounded on the battlefield, was nevertheless not decorated; the + quartermaster, rich as he was, was allowed no place in public life, and + society logically refused him that to which he pretended in its midst. + </p> + <p> + Finally, to cap all, the luckless man felt in his own home the superiority + of his wife. Though she used great tact—we might say velvet softness + if the term were admissible—to disguise from her husband this + supremacy, which surprised and humiliated herself, Diard ended by being + affected by it. + </p> + <p> + At a game of life like this men are either unmanned, or they grow the + stronger, or they give themselves to evil. The courage or the ardor of + this man lessened under the reiterated blows which his own faults dealt to + his self-appreciation, and fault after fault he committed. In the first + place he had to struggle against his own habits and character. A + passionate Provencal, frank in his vices as in his virtues, this man whose + fibres vibrated like the strings of a harp, was all heart to his former + friends. He succored the shabby and spattered man as readily as the needy + of rank; in short, he accepted everybody, and gave his hand in his gilded + salons to many a poor devil. Observing this on one occasion, a general of + the empire, a variety of the human species of which no type will presently + remain, refused his hand to Diard, and called him, insolently, “my good + fellow” when he met him. The few persons of really good society whom Diard + knew, treated him with that elegant, polished contempt against which a + new-made man has seldom any weapons. The manners, the semi-Italian + gesticulations, the speech of Diard, his style of dress,—all + contributed to repulse the respect which careful observation of matters of + good taste and dignity might otherwise obtain for vulgar persons; the yoke + of such conventionalities can only be cast off by great and unthinkable + powers. So goes the world. + </p> + <p> + These details but faintly picture the many tortures to which Juana was + subjected; they came upon her one by one; each social nature pricked her + with its own particular pin; and to a soul which preferred the thrust of a + dagger, there could be no worse suffering than this struggle in which + Diard received insults he did not feel and Juana felt those she did not + receive. A moment came, an awful moment, when she gained a clear and lucid + perception of society, and felt in one instant all the sorrows which were + gathering themselves together to fall upon her head. She judged her + husband incapable of rising to the honored ranks of the social order, and + she felt that he would one day descend to where his instincts led him. + Henceforth Juana felt pity for him. + </p> + <p> + The future was very gloomy for this young woman. She lived in constant + apprehension of some disaster. This presentiment was in her soul as a + contagion is in the air, but she had strength of mind and will to disguise + her anguish beneath a smile. Juana had ceased to think of herself. She + used her influence to make Diard resign his various pretensions and to + show him, as a haven, the peaceful and consoling life of home. Evils came + from society—why not banish it? In his home Diard found peace and + respect; he reigned there. She felt herself strong to accept the trying + task of making him happy,—he, a man dissatisfied with himself. Her + energy increased with the difficulties of life; she had all the secret + heroism necessary to her position; religion inspired her with those + desires which support the angel appointed to protect a Christian soul—occult + poesy, allegorical image of our two natures! + </p> + <p> + Diard abandoned his projects, closed his house to the world, and lived in + his home. But here he found another reef. The poor soldier had one of + those eccentric souls which need perpetual motion. Diard was one of the + men who are instinctively compelled to start again the moment they arrive, + and whose vital object seems to be to come and go incessantly, like the + wheels mentioned in Holy Writ. Perhaps he felt the need of flying from + himself. Without wearying of Juana, without blaming Juana, his passion for + her, rendered tranquil by time, allowed his natural character to assert + itself. Henceforth his days of gloom were more frequent, and he often gave + way to southern excitement. The more virtuous a woman is and the more + irreproachable, the more a man likes to find fault with her, if only to + assert by that act his legal superiority. But if by chance she seems + really imposing to him, he feels the need of foisting faults upon her. + After that, between man and wife, trifles increase and grow till they + swell to Alps. + </p> + <p> + But Juana, patient and without pride, gentle and without that bitterness + which women know so well how to cast into their submission, left Diard no + chance for planned ill-humor. Besides, she was one of those noble + creatures to whom it is impossible to speak disrespectfully; her glance, + in which her life, saintly and pure, shone out, had the weight of a + fascination. Diard, embarrassed at first, then annoyed, ended by feeling + that such high virtue was a yoke upon him. The goodness of his wife gave + him no violent emotions, and violent emotions were what he wanted. What + myriads of scenes are played in the depths of his souls, beneath the cold + exterior of lives that are, apparently, commonplace! Among these dramas, + lasting each but a short time, though they influence life so powerfully + and are frequently the forerunners of the great misfortune doomed to fall + on so many marriages, it is difficult to choose an example. There was a + scene, however, which particularly marked the moment when in the life of + this husband and wife estrangement began. Perhaps it may also serve to + explain the finale of this narrative. + </p> + <p> + Juana had two children, happily for her, two sons. The first was born + seven months after her marriage. He was called Juan, and he strongly + resembled his mother. The second was born about two years after her + arrival in Paris. The latter resembled both Diard and Juana, but more + particularly Diard. His name was Francisque. For the last five years + Francisque had been the object of Juana’s most tender and watchful care. + The mother was constantly occupied with that child; to him her prettiest + caresses; to him the toys, but to him, especially, the penetrating + mother-looks. Juana had watched him from his cradle; she had studied his + cries, his motions; she endeavored to discern his nature that she might + educate him wisely. It seemed at times as if she had but that one child. + Diard, seeing that the eldest, Juan, was in a way neglected, took him + under his own protection; and without inquiring even of himself whether + the boy was the fruit of that ephemeral love to which he owed his wife, he + made him his Benjamin. + </p> + <p> + Of all the sentiments transmitted to her through the blood of her + grandmothers which consumed her, Madame Diard accepted one alone, —maternal + love. But she loved her children doubly: first with the noble violence of + which her mother the Marana had given her the example; secondly, with + grace and purity, in the spirit of those social virtues the practice of + which was the glory of her life and her inward recompense. The secret + thought, the conscience of her motherhood, which gave to the Marana’s life + its stamp of untaught poesy, was to Juana an acknowledged life, an open + consolation at all hours. Her mother had been virtuous as other women are + criminal,—in secret; she had stolen a fancied happiness, she had + never really tasted it. But Juana, unhappy in her virtue as her mother was + unhappy in her vice, could enjoy at all moments the ineffable delights + which her mother had so craved and could not have. To her, as to her + mother, maternity comprised all earthly sentiments. Each, from differing + causes, had no other comfort in their misery. Juana’s maternal love may + have been the strongest because, deprived of all other affections, she put + the joys she lacked into the one joy of her children; and there are noble + passions that resemble vice; the more they are satisfied the more they + increase. Mothers and gamblers are alike insatiable. + </p> + <p> + When Juana saw the generous pardon laid silently on the head of Juan by + Diard’s fatherly affection, she was much moved, and from the day when the + husband and wife changed parts she felt for him the true and deep interest + she had hitherto shown to him as a matter of duty only. If that man had + been more consistent in his life; if he had not destroyed by fitful + inconstancy and restlessness the forces of a true though excitable + sensibility, Juana would doubtless have loved him in the end. + Unfortunately, he was a type of those southern natures which are keen in + perceptions they cannot follow out; capable of great things over-night, + and incapable the next morning; often the victim of their own virtues, and + often lucky through their worst passions; admirable men in some respects, + when their good qualities are kept to a steady energy by some outward + bond. For two years after his retreat from active life Diard was held + captive in his home by the softest chains. He lived, almost in spite of + himself, under the influence of his wife, who made herself gay and amusing + to cheer him, who used the resources of feminine genius to attract and + seduce him to a love of virtue, but whose ability and cleverness did not + go so far as to simulate love. + </p> + <p> + At this time all Paris was talking of the affair of a captain in the army + who in a paroxysm of libertine jealousy had killed a woman. Diard, on + coming home to dinner, told his wife that the officer was dead. He had + killed himself to avoid the dishonor of a trial and the shame of death + upon the scaffold. Juana did not see at first the logic of such conduct, + and her husband was obliged to explain to her the fine jurisprudence of + French law, which does not prosecute the dead. + </p> + <p> + “But, papa, didn’t you tell us the other day that the king could pardon?” + asked Francisque. + </p> + <p> + “The king can give nothing but life,” said Juan, half scornfully. + </p> + <p> + Diard and Juana, the spectators of this little scene, were differently + affected by it. The glance, moist with joy, which his wife cast upon her + eldest child was a fatal revelation to the husband of the secrets of a + heart hitherto impenetrable. That eldest child was all Juana; Juana + comprehended him; she was sure of his heart, his future; she adored him, + but her ardent love was a secret between herself, her child, and God. Juan + instinctively enjoyed the seeming indifference of his mother in presence + of his father and brother, for she pressed him to her heart when alone. + Francisque was Diard, and Juana’s incessant care and watchfulness betrayed + her desire to correct in the son the vices of the father and to encourage + his better qualities. Juana, unaware that her glance had said too much and + that her husband had rightly interpreted it, took Francisque in her lap + and gave him, in a gentle voice still trembling with the pleasure that + Juan’s answer had brought her, a lesson upon honor, simplified to his + childish intelligence. + </p> + <p> + “That boy’s character requires care,” said Diard. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she replied simply. + </p> + <p> + “How about Juan?” + </p> + <p> + Madame Diard, struck by the tone in which the words were uttered, looked + at her husband. + </p> + <p> + “Juan was born perfect,” he added. + </p> + <p> + Then he sat down gloomily, and reflected. Presently, as his wife continued + silent, he added:— + </p> + <p> + “You love one of <i>your</i> children better than the other.” + </p> + <p> + “You know that,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Diard, “I did not know until now which of them you preferred.” + </p> + <p> + “But neither of them have ever given me a moment’s uneasiness,” she + answered quickly. + </p> + <p> + “But one of them gives you greater joys,” he said, more quickly still. + </p> + <p> + “I never counted them,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “How false you women are!” cried Diard. “Will you dare to say that Juan is + not the child of your heart?” + </p> + <p> + “If that were so,” she said, with dignity, “do you think it a misfortune?” + </p> + <p> + “You have never loved me. If you had chosen, I would have conquered worlds + for your sake. You know all that I have struggled to do in life, supported + by the hope of pleasing you. Ah! if you had only loved me!” + </p> + <p> + “A woman who loves,” said Juana, “likes to live in solitude, far from the + world, and that is what we are doing.” + </p> + <p> + “I know, Juana, that <i>you</i> are never in the wrong.” + </p> + <p> + The words were said bitterly, and cast, for the rest of their lives + together, a coldness between them. + </p> + <p> + On the morrow of that fatal day Diard went back to his old companions and + found distractions for his mind in play. Unfortunately, he won much money, + and continued playing. Little by little, he returned to the dissipated + life he had formerly lived. Soon he ceased even to dine in his own home. + </p> + <p> + Some months went by in the enjoyment of this new independence; he was + determined to preserve it, and in order to do so he separated himself from + his wife, giving her the large apartments and lodging himself in the + entresol. By the end of the year Diard and Juana only saw each other in + the morning at breakfast. + </p> + <p> + Like all gamblers, he had his alternations of loss and gain. Not wishing + to cut into the capital of his fortune, he felt the necessity of + withdrawing from his wife the management of their income; and the day came + when he took from her all she had hitherto freely disposed of for the + household benefit, giving her instead a monthly stipend. The conversation + they had on this subject was the last of their married intercourse. The + silence that fell between them was a true divorce; Juana comprehended that + from henceforth she was only a mother, and she was glad, not seeking for + the causes of this evil. For such an event is a great evil. Children are + conjointly one with husband and wife in the home, and the life of her + husband could not be a source of grief and injury to Juana only. + </p> + <p> + As for Diard, now emancipated, he speedily grew accustomed to win and lose + enormous sums. A fine player and a heavy player, he soon became celebrated + for his style of playing. The social consideration he had been unable to + win under the Empire, he acquired under the Restoration by the rolling of + his gold on the green cloth and by his talent for all games that were in + vogue. Ambassadors, bankers, persons with newly-acquired large fortunes, + and all those men who, having sucked life to the dregs, turn to gambling + for its feverish joys, admired Diard at their clubs,—seldom in their + own houses,—and they all gambled with him. He became the fashion. + Two or three times during the winter he gave a fete as a matter of social + pride in return for the civilities he received. At such times Juana once + more caught a glimpse of the world of balls, festivities, luxury, and + lights; but for her it was a sort of tax imposed upon the comfort of her + solitude. She, the queen of these solemnities, appeared like a being + fallen from some other planet. Her simplicity, which nothing had + corrupted, her beautiful virginity of soul, which her peaceful life + restored to her, her beauty and her true modesty, won her sincere homage. + But observing how few women ever entered her salons, she came to + understand that though her husband was following, without communicating + its nature to her, a new line of conduct, he had gained nothing actually + in the world’s esteem. + </p> + <p> + Diard was not always lucky; far from it. In three years he had dissipated + three fourths of his fortune, but his passion for play gave him the energy + to continue it. He was intimate with a number of men, more particularly + with the roues of the Bourse, men who, since the revolution, have set up + the principle that robbery done on a large scale is only a <i>smirch</i> + to the reputation,—transferring thus to financial matters the loose + principles of love in the eighteenth century. Diard now became a sort of + business man, and concerned himself in several of those affairs which are + called <i>shady</i> in the slang of the law-courts. He practised the + decent thievery by which so many men, cleverly masked, or hidden in the + recesses of the political world, make their fortunes,—thievery + which, if done in the streets by the light of an oil lamp, would see a + poor devil to the galleys, but, under gilded ceilings and by the light of + candelabra, is sanctioned. Diard brought up, monopolized, and sold sugars; + he sold offices; he had the glory of inventing the “man of straw” for + lucrative posts which it was necessary to keep in his own hands for a + short time; he bought votes, receiving, on one occasion, so much per cent + on the purchase of fifteen parliamentary votes which all passed on one + division from the benches of the Left to the benches of the Right. Such + actions are no longer crimes or thefts,—they are called governing, + developing industry, becoming a financial power. Diard was placed by + public opinion on the bench of infamy where many an able man was already + seated. On that bench is the aristocracy of evil. It is the upper Chamber + of scoundrels of high life. Diard was, therefore, not a mere commonplace + gambler who is seen to be a blackguard, and ends by begging. That style of + gambler is no longer seen in society of a certain topographical height. In + these days bold scoundrels die brilliantly in the chariot of vice with the + trappings of luxury. Diard, at least, did not buy his remorse at a low + price; he made himself one of these privileged men. Having studied the + machinery of government and learned all the secrets and the passions of + the men in power, he was able to maintain himself in the fiery furnace + into which he had sprung. + </p> + <p> + Madame Diard knew nothing of her husband’s infernal life. Glad of his + abandonment, she felt no curiosity about him, and all her hours were + occupied. She devoted what money she had to the education of her children, + wishing to make men of them, and giving them straight-forward reasons, + without, however, taking the bloom from their young imaginations. Through + them alone came her interests and her emotions; consequently, she suffered + no longer from her blemished life. Her children were to her what they are + to many mothers for a long period of time,—a sort of renewal of + their own existence. Diard was now an accidental circumstance, not a + participator in her life, and since he had ceased to be the father and the + head of the family, Juana felt bound to him by no tie other than that + imposed by conventional laws. Nevertheless, she brought up her children to + the highest respect for paternal authority, however imaginary it was for + them. In this she was greatly seconded by her husband’s continual absence. + If he had been much in the home Diard would have neutralized his wife’s + efforts. The boys had too much intelligence and shrewdness not to have + judged their father; and to judge a father is moral parricide. + </p> + <p> + In the long run, however, Juana’s indifference to her husband wore itself + away; it even changed to a species of fear. She understood at last how the + conduct of a father might long weigh on the future of her children, and + her motherly solicitude brought her many, though incomplete, revelations + of the truth. From day to day the dread of some unknown but inevitable + evil in the shadow of which she lived became more and more keen and + terrible. Therefore, during the rare moments when Diard and Juana met she + would cast upon his hollow face, wan from nights of gambling and furrowed + by emotions, a piercing look, the penetration of which made Diard shudder. + At such times the assumed gaiety of her husband alarmed Juana more than + his gloomiest expressions of anxiety when, by chance, he forgot that + assumption of joy. Diard feared his wife as a criminal fears the + executioner. In him, Juana saw her children’s shame; and in her Diard + dreaded a calm vengeance, the judgment of that serene brow, an arm raised, + a weapon ready. + </p> + <p> + After fifteen years of marriage Diard found himself without resources. He + owed three hundred thousand francs and he could scarcely muster one + hundred thousand. The house, his only visible possession, was mortgaged to + its fullest selling value. A few days more, and the sort of prestige with + which opulence had invested him would vanish. Not a hand would be offered, + not a purse would be open to him. Unless some favorable event occurred he + would fall into a slough of contempt, deeper perhaps than he deserved, + precisely because he had mounted to a height he could not maintain. At + this juncture he happened to hear that a number of strangers of + distinction, diplomats and others, were assembled at the watering-places + in the Pyrenees, where they gambled for enormous sums, and were doubtless + well supplied with money. + </p> + <p> + He determined to go at once to the Pyrenees; but he would not leave his + wife in Paris, lest some importunate creditor might reveal to her the + secret of his horrible position. He therefore took her and the two + children with him, refusing to allow her to take the tutor and scarcely + permitting her to take a maid. His tone was curt and imperious; he seemed + to have recovered some energy. This sudden journey, the cause of which + escaped her penetration, alarmed Juana secretly. Her husband made it + gaily. Obliged to occupy the same carriage, he showed himself day by day + more attentive to the children and more amiable to their mother. + Nevertheless, each day brought Juana dark presentiments, the presentiments + of mothers who tremble without apparent reason, but who are seldom + mistaken when they tremble thus. For them the veil of the future seems + thinner than for others. + </p> + <p> + At Bordeaux, Diard hired in a quiet street a quiet little house, neatly + furnished, and in it he established his wife. The house was at the corner + of two streets, and had a garden. Joined to the neighboring house on one + side only, it was open to view and accessible on the other three sides. + Diard paid the rent in advance, and left Juana barely enough money for the + necessary expenses of three months, a sum not exceeding a thousand francs. + Madame Diard made no observation on this unusual meanness. When her + husband told her that he was going to the watering-places and that she + would stay at Bordeaux, Juana offered no difficulty, and at once formed a + plan to teach the children Spanish and Italian, and to make them read the + two masterpieces of the two languages. She was glad to lead a retired + life, simply and naturally economical. To spare herself the troubles of + material life, she arranged with a “traiteur” the day after Diard’s + departure to send in their meals. Her maid then sufficed for the service + of the house, and she thus found herself without money, but her wants all + provided for until her husband’s return. Her pleasures consisted in taking + walks with the children. She was then thirty-three years old. Her beauty, + greatly developed, was in all its lustre. Therefore as soon as she + appeared, much talk was made in Bordeaux about the beautiful Spanish + stranger. At the first advances made to her Juana ceased to walk abroad, + and confined herself wholly to her own large garden. + </p> + <p> + Diard at first made a fortune at the baths. In two months he won three + hundred thousand dollars, but it never occurred to him to send any money + to his wife; he kept it all, expecting to make some great stroke of + fortune on a vast stake. Towards the end of the second month the Marquis + de Montefiore appeared at the same baths. The marquis was at this time + celebrated for his wealth, his handsome face, his fortunate marriage with + an Englishwoman, and more especially for his love of play. Diard, his + former companion, encountered him, and desired to add his spoils to those + of others. A gambler with four hundred thousand francs in hand is always + in a position to do as he pleases. Diard, confident in his luck, renewed + acquaintance with Montefiore. The latter received him very coldly, but + nevertheless they played together, and Diard lost every penny that he + possessed, and more. + </p> + <p> + “My dear Montefiore,” said the ex-quartermaster, after making a tour of + the salon, “I owe you a hundred thousand francs; but my money is in + Bordeaux, where I have left my wife.” + </p> + <p> + Diard had the money in bank-bills in his pocket; but with the + self-possession and rapid bird’s-eye view of a man accustomed to catch at + all resources, he still hoped to recover himself by some one of the + endless caprices of play. Montefiore had already mentioned his intention + of visiting Bordeaux. Had he paid his debt on the spot, Diard would have + been left without the power to take his revenge; a revenge at cards often + exceeds the amount of all preceding losses. But these burning expectations + depended on the marquis’s reply. + </p> + <p> + “Wait, my dear fellow,” said Montefiore, “and we will go together to + Bordeaux. In all conscience, I am rich enough to-day not to wish to take + the money of an old comrade.” + </p> + <p> + Three days later Diard and Montefiore were in Bordeaux at a gambling + table. Diard, having won enough to pay his hundred thousand francs, went + on until he had lost two hundred thousand more on his word. He was gay as + a man who swam in gold. Eleven o’clock sounded; the night was superb. + Montefiore may have felt, like Diard, a desire to breathe the open air and + recover from such emotions in a walk. The latter proposed to the marquis + to come home with him to take a cup of tea and get his money. + </p> + <p> + “But Madame Diard?” said Montefiore. + </p> + <p> + “Bah!” exclaimed the husband. + </p> + <p> + They went down-stairs; but before taking his hat Diard entered the + dining-room of the establishment and asked for a glass of water. While it + was being brought, he walked up and down the room, and was able, without + being noticed, to pick up one of those small sharp-pointed steel knives + with pearl handles which are used for cutting fruit at dessert. + </p> + <p> + “Where do you live?” said Montefiore, in the courtyard, “for I want to + send a carriage there to fetch me.” + </p> + <p> + Diard told him the exact address. + </p> + <p> + “You see,” said Montefiore, in a low voice, taking Diard’s arm, “that as + long as I am with you I have nothing to fear; but if I came home alone and + a scoundrel were to follow me, I should be profitable to kill.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you much with you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, not much,” said the wary Italian, “only my winnings. But they would + make a pretty fortune for a beggar and turn him into an honest man for the + rest of his life.” + </p> + <p> + Diard led the marquis along a lonely street where he remembered to have + seen a house, the door of which was at the end of an avenue of trees with + high and gloomy walls on either side of it. When they reached this spot he + coolly invited the marquis to precede him; but as if the latter understood + him he preferred to keep at his side. Then, no sooner were they fairly in + the avenue, then Diard, with the agility of a tiger, tripped up the + marquis with a kick behind the knees, and putting a foot on his neck + stabbed him again and again to the heart till the blade of the knife broke + in it. Then he searched Montefiore’s pockets, took his wallet, money, + everything. But though he had taken the Italian unawares, and had done the + deed with lucid mind and the quickness of a pickpocket, Montefiore had + time to cry “Murder! Help!” in a shrill and piercing voice which was fit + to rouse every sleeper in the neighborhood. His last sighs were given in + those horrible shrieks. + </p> + <p> + Diard was not aware that at the moment when they entered the avenue a + crowd just issuing from a theatre was passing at the upper end of the + street. The cries of the dying man reached them, though Diard did his best + to stifle the noise by setting his foot firmly on Montefiore’s neck. The + crowd began to run towards the avenue, the high walls of which appeared to + echo back the cries, directing them to the very spot where the crime was + committed. The sound of their coming steps seemed to beat on Diard’s + brain. But not losing his head as yet, the murderer left the avenue and + came boldly into the street, walking very gently, like a spectator who + sees the inutility of trying to give help. He even turned round once or + twice to judge of the distance between himself and the crowd, and he saw + them rushing up the avenue, with the exception of one man, who, with a + natural sense of caution, began to watch Diard. + </p> + <p> + “There he is! there he is!” cried the people, who had entered the avenue + as soon as they saw Montefiore stretched out near the door of the empty + house. + </p> + <p> + As soon as that clamor rose, Diard, feeling himself well in the advance, + began to run or rather to fly, with the vigor of a lion and the bounds of + a deer. At the other end of the street he saw, or fancied he saw, a mass + of persons, and he dashed down a cross street to avoid them. But already + every window was open, and heads were thrust forth right and left, while + from every door came shouts and gleams of light. Diard kept on, going + straight before him, through the lights and the noise; and his legs were + so actively agile that he soon left the tumult behind him, though without + being able to escape some eyes which took in the extent of his course more + rapidly than he could cover it. Inhabitants, soldiers, gendarmes, every + one, seemed afoot in the twinkling of an eye. Some men awoke the + commissaries of police, others stayed by the body to guard it. The pursuit + kept on in the direction of the fugitive, who dragged it after him like + the flame of a conflagration. + </p> + <p> + Diard, as he ran, had all the sensations of a dream when he heard a whole + city howling, running, panting after him. Nevertheless, he kept his ideas + and his presence of mind. Presently he reached the wall of the garden of + his house. The place was perfectly silent, and he thought he had foiled + his pursuers, though a distant murmur of the tumult came to his ears like + the roaring of the sea. He dipped some water from a brook and drank it. + Then, observing a pile of stones on the road, he hid his treasure in it; + obeying one of those vague thoughts which come to criminals at a moment + when the faculty to judge their actions under all bearings deserts them, + and they think to establish their innocence by want of proof of their + guilt. + </p> + <p> + That done, he endeavored to assume a placid countenance; he even tried to + smile as he rapped softly on the door of his house, hoping that no one saw + him. He raised his eyes, and through the outer blinds of one window came a + gleam of light from his wife’s room. Then, in the midst of his trouble, + visions of her gentle life, spent with her children, beat upon his brain + with the force of a hammer. The maid opened the door, which Diard hastily + closed behind him with a kick. For a moment he breathed freely; then, + noticing that he was bathed in perspiration, he sent the servant back to + Juana and stayed in the darkness of the passage, where he wiped his face + with his handkerchief and put his clothes in order, like a dandy about to + pay a visit to a pretty woman. After that he walked into a track of the + moonlight to examine his hands. A quiver of joy passed over him as he saw + that no blood stains were on them; the hemorrhage from his victim’s body + was no doubt inward. + </p> + <p> + But all this took time. When at last he mounted the stairs to Juana’s room + he was calm and collected, and able to reflect on his position, which + resolved itself into two ideas: to leave the house, and get to the + wharves. He did not <i>think</i> these ideas, he <i>saw</i> them written + in fiery letters on the darkness. Once at the wharves he could hide all + day, return at night for his treasure, then conceal himself, like a rat, + in the hold of some vessel and escape without any one suspecting his + whereabouts. But to do all this, money, gold, was his first necessity,—and + he did not possess one penny. + </p> + <p> + The maid brought a light to show him up. + </p> + <p> + “Felicie,” he said, “don’t you hear a noise in the street, shouts, cries? + Go and see what it means, and come and tell me.” + </p> + <p> + His wife, in her white dressing-gown, was sitting at a table, reading + aloud to Francisque and Juan from a Spanish Cervantes, while the boys + followed her pronunciation of the words from the text. They all three + stopped and looked at Diard, who stood in the doorway with his hands in + his pockets; overcome, perhaps, by finding himself in this calm scene, so + softly lighted, so beautiful with the faces of his wife and children. It + was a living picture of the Virgin between her son and John. + </p> + <p> + “Juana, I have something to say to you.” + </p> + <p> + “What has happened?” she asked, instantly perceiving from the livid + paleness of her husband that the misfortune she had daily expected was + upon them. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, nothing; but I want to speak to you—to you, alone.” + </p> + <p> + And he glanced at his sons. + </p> + <p> + “My dears, go to your room, and go to bed,” said Juana; “say your prayers + without me.” + </p> + <p> + The boys left the room in silence, with the incurious obedience of + well-trained children. + </p> + <p> + “My dear Juana,” said Diard, in a coaxing voice, “I left you with very + little money, and I regret it now. Listen to me; since I relieved you of + the care of our income by giving you an allowance, have you not, like + other women, laid something by?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied Juana, “I have nothing. In making that allowance you did not + reckon the costs of the children’s education. I don’t say that to reproach + you, my friend, only to explain my want of money. All that you gave me + went to pay masters and—” + </p> + <p> + “Enough!” cried Diard, violently. “Thunder of heaven! every instant is + precious! Where are your jewels?” + </p> + <p> + “You know very well I have never worn any.” + </p> + <p> + “Then there’s not a sou to be had here!” cried Diard, frantically. + </p> + <p> + “Why do you shout in that way?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “Juana,” he replied, “I have killed a man.” + </p> + <p> + Juana sprang to the door of her children’s room and closed it; then she + returned. + </p> + <p> + “Your sons must hear nothing,” she said. “With whom have you fought?” + </p> + <p> + “Montefiore,” he replied. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” she said with a sigh, “the only man you had the right to kill.” + </p> + <p> + “There were many reasons why he should die by my hand. But I can’t lose + time—Money, money! for God’s sake, money! I may be pursued. We did + not fight. I—I killed him.” + </p> + <p> + “Killed him!” she cried, “how?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, as one kills anything. He stole my whole fortune and I took it back, + that’s all. Juana, now that everything is quiet you must go down to that + heap of stones—you know the heap by the garden wall—and get + that money, since you haven’t any in the house.” + </p> + <p> + “The money that you stole?” said Juana. + </p> + <p> + “What does that matter to you? Have you any money to give me? I tell you I + must get away. They are on my traces.” + </p> + <p> + “Who?” + </p> + <p> + “The people, the police.” + </p> + <p> + Juana left the room, but returned immediately. + </p> + <p> + “Here,” she said, holding out to him at arm’s length a jewel, “that is + Dona Lagounia’s cross. There are four rubies in it, of great value, I have + been told. Take it and go—go!” + </p> + <p> + “Felicie hasn’t come back,” he cried, with a sudden thought. “Can she have + been arrested?” + </p> + <p> + Juana laid the cross on the table, and sprang to the windows that looked + on the street. There she saw, in the moonlight, a file of soldiers posting + themselves in deepest silence along the wall of the house. She turned, + affecting to be calm, and said to her husband:— + </p> + <p> + “You have not a minute to lose; you must escape through the garden. Here + is the key of the little gate.” + </p> + <p> + As a precaution she turned to the other windows, looking on the garden. In + the shadow of the trees she saw the gleam of the silver lace on the hats + of a body of gendarmes; and she heard the distant mutterings of a crowd of + persons whom sentinels were holding back at the end of the streets up + which curiosity had drawn them. Diard had, in truth, been seen to enter + his house by persons at their windows, and on their information and that + of the frightened maid-servant, who was arrested, the troops and the + people had blocked the two streets which led to the house. A dozen + gendarmes, returning from the theatre, had climbed the walls of the + garden, and guarded all exit in that direction. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur,” said Juana, “you cannot escape. The whole town is here.” + </p> + <p> + Diard ran from window to window with the useless activity of a captive + bird striking against the panes to escape. Juana stood silent and + thoughtful. + </p> + <p> + “Juana, dear Juana, help me! give me, for pity’s sake, some advice.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Juana, “I will; and I will save you.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! you are always my good angel.” + </p> + <p> + Juana left the room and returned immediately, holding out to Diard, with + averted head, one of his own pistols. Diard did not take it. Juana heard + the entrance of the soldiers into the courtyard, where they laid down the + body of the murdered man to confront the assassin with the sight of it. + She turned round and saw Diard white and livid. The man was nearly + fainting, and tried to sit down. + </p> + <p> + “Your children implore you,” she said, putting the pistol beneath his + hand. + </p> + <p> + “But—my good Juana, my little Juana, do you think—Juana! is it + so pressing?—I want to kiss you.” + </p> + <p> + The gendarmes were mounting the staircase. Juana grasped the pistol, aimed + it at Diard, holding him, in spite of his cries, by the throat; then she + blew his brains out and flung the weapon on the ground. + </p> + <p> + At that instant the door was opened violently. The public prosecutor, + followed by an examining judge, a doctor, a sheriff, and a posse of + gendarmes, all the representatives, in short, of human justice, entered + the room. + </p> + <p> + “What do you want?” asked Juana. + </p> + <p> + “Is that Monsieur Diard?” said the prosecutor, pointing to the dead body + bent double on the floor. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, monsieur.” + </p> + <p> + “Your gown is covered with blood, madame.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you not see why?” replied Juana. + </p> + <p> + She went to the little table and sat down, taking up the volume of + Cervantes; she was pale, with a nervous agitation which she nevertheless + controlled, keeping it wholly inward. + </p> + <p> + “Leave the room,” said the prosecutor to the gendarmes. + </p> + <p> + Then he signed to the examining judge and the doctor to remain. + </p> + <p> + “Madame, under the circumstances, we can only congratulate you on the + death of your husband,” he said. “At least he has died as a soldier + should, whatever crime his passions may have led him to commit. His act + renders negatory that of justice. But however we may desire to spare you + at such a moment, the law requires that we should make an exact report of + all violent deaths. You will permit us to do our duty?” + </p> + <p> + “May I go and change my dress?” she asked, laying down the volume. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, madame; but you must bring it back to us. The doctor may need it.” + </p> + <p> + “It would be too painful for madame to see me operate,” said the doctor, + understanding the suspicions of the prosecutor. “Messieurs,” he added, “I + hope you will allow her to remain in the next room.” + </p> + <p> + The magistrates approved the request of the merciful physician, and + Felicie was permitted to attend her mistress. The judge and the prosecutor + talked together in a low voice. Officers of the law are very unfortunate + in being forced to suspect all, and to imagine evil everywhere. By dint of + supposing wicked intentions, and of comprehending them, in order to reach + the truth hidden under so many contradictory actions, it is impossible + that the exercise of their dreadful functions should not, in the long run, + dry up at their source the generous emotions they are constrained to + repress. If the sensibilities of the surgeon who probes into the mysteries + of the human body end by growing callous, what becomes of those of the + judge who is incessantly compelled to search the inner folds of the soul? + Martyrs to their mission, magistrates are all their lives in mourning for + their lost illusions; crime weighs no less heavily on them than on the + criminal. An old man seated on the bench is venerable, but a young judge + makes a thoughtful person shudder. The examining judge in this case was + young, and he felt obliged to say to the public prosecutor,— + </p> + <p> + “Do you think that woman was her husband’s accomplice? Ought we to take + her into custody? Is it best to question her?” + </p> + <p> + The prosecutor replied, with a careless shrug of his shoulders,— + </p> + <p> + “Montefiore and Diard were two well-known scoundrels. The maid evidently + knew nothing of the crime. Better let the thing rest there.” + </p> + <p> + The doctor performed the autopsy, and dictated his report to the sheriff. + Suddenly he stopped, and hastily entered the next room. + </p> + <p> + “Madame—” he said. + </p> + <p> + Juana, who had removed her bloody gown, came towards him. + </p> + <p> + “It was you,” he whispered, stooping to her ear, “who killed your + husband.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, monsieur,” she replied. + </p> + <p> + The doctor returned and continued his dictation as follows,— + </p> + <p> + “And, from the above assemblage of facts, it appears evident that the said + Diard killed himself voluntarily and by his own hand.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you finished?” he said to the sheriff after a pause. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” replied the writer. + </p> + <p> + The doctor signed the report. Juana, who had followed him into the room, + gave him one glance, repressing with difficulty the tears which for an + instant rose into her eyes and moistened them. + </p> + <p> + “Messieurs,” she said to the public prosecutor and the judge, “I am a + stranger here, and a Spaniard. I am ignorant of the laws, and I know no + one in Bordeaux. I ask of you one kindness: enable me to obtain a passport + for Spain.” + </p> + <p> + “One moment!” cried the examining judge. “Madame, what has become of the + money stolen from the Marquis de Montefiore?” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur Diard,” she replied, “said something to me vaguely about a heap + of stones, under which he must have hidden it.” + </p> + <p> + “Where?” + </p> + <p> + “In the street.” + </p> + <p> + The two magistrates looked at each other. Juana made a noble gesture and + motioned to the doctor. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur,” she said in his ear, “can I be suspected of some infamous + action? I! The pile of stones must be close to the wall of my garden. Go + yourself, I implore you. Look, search, find that money.” + </p> + <p> + The doctor went out, taking with him the examining judge, and together + they found Montefiore’s treasure. + </p> + <p> + Within two days Juana had sold her cross to pay the costs of a journey. On + her way with her two children to take the diligence which would carry her + to the frontiers of Spain, she heard herself being called in the street. + Her dying mother was being carried to a hospital, and through the curtains + of her litter she had seen her daughter. Juana made the bearers enter a + porte-cochere that was near them, and there the last interview between the + mother and the daughter took place. Though the two spoke to each other in + a low voice, Juan heard these parting words,— + </p> + <p> + “Mother, die in peace; I have suffered for you all.” + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Juana, by Honore de Balzac + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JUANA *** + +***** This file should be named 1437-h.htm or 1437-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/1/4/3/1437/ + +Produced by John Bickers, and Dagny, and David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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