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-Title: The Inevitable
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                              THE INEVITABLE
 
@@ -86,7 +51,7 @@ tourists, they nearly all remained until Easter, going southward to
 Naples after the great church festivals.
 
 Some English travelling-acquaintances had strongly recommended the
-pension to Cornelie de Retz van Loo, who was travelling in Italy by
+pension to Cornélie de Retz van Loo, who was travelling in Italy by
 herself; and she had written to the Marchesa Belloni from Florence. It
 was her first visit to Italy; it was the first time that she had
 alighted at the great cavernous station near the Baths of Diocletian;
@@ -115,9 +80,9 @@ which she knew to contain the Juno Ludovisi; and then the vettura
 stopped and a boy in buttons came out to meet her. He showed her into
 the drawing-room, a gloomy apartment, in the middle of which was a
 table covered with periodicals, arranged in a regular and unbroken
-circle. Two ladies, obviously English and of the aesthetic type, with
+circle. Two ladies, obviously English and of the æsthetic type, with
 loose-fitting blouses and grimy hair, sat in a corner studying their
-Baedekers before going out. Cornelie bowed slightly, but received
+Baedekers before going out. Cornélie bowed slightly, but received
 no bow in return; she did not take offence, being familiar with the
 manners of the travelling Briton. She sat down at the table and took
 up the Roman Herald, the paper which appears once a fortnight and
@@ -129,13 +94,13 @@ aggressive tone:
 "I beg your pardon, but would you please not take the Herald to
 your room?"
 
-Cornelie raised her head very haughtily and languidly in the direction
+Cornélie raised her head very haughtily and languidly in the direction
 where the ladies were sitting, looked vaguely above their grimy heads,
 said nothing and glanced down at the Herald again; and she thought
 herself a very experienced traveller and smiled inwardly because she
 knew how to deal with that type of Englishwoman.
 
-The marchesa entered and welcomed Cornelie in Italian and in
+The marchesa entered and welcomed Cornélie in Italian and in
 French. She was a large, fat matron, vulgarly fat; her ample bosom
 was contained in a silk cuirass or spencer, shiny at the seams
 and bursting under the arms; her grey frizzled hair gave her a
@@ -143,7 +108,7 @@ somewhat leonine appearance; her great yellow and blue eyes, with
 bistre shadows beneath them, wore a strained expression, the pupils
 unnaturally dilated by belladonna; a pair of immense crystals sparkled
 in her ears; and her fat, greasy fingers were covered with nameless
-jewels. She talked very fast; and Cornelie thought her sentences as
+jewels. She talked very fast; and Cornélie thought her sentences as
 pleasant and homely as the welcome of the lame porter in the square
 outside the station. The marchesa led her to the lift and stepped in
 with her; the hydraulic lift, a railed-in cage, running up the well
@@ -170,16 +135,16 @@ to stir.
 
 Taking a great stride, which revealed the enormous white-stockinged
 calf of her leg, she stepped on to the floor, smiled and gave her
-hand to Cornelie, who imitated her gymnastics.
+hand to Cornélie, who imitated her gymnastics.
 
 "Here we are!" sighed the marchesa, with a smile of satisfaction. "This
 is your room."
 
-She opened a door and showed Cornelie a room. Though the sun was
+She opened a door and showed Cornélie a room. Though the sun was
 shining brightly out of doors, the room was as damp and chilly as
 a cellar.
 
-"Marchesa," Cornelie said, without hesitation, "I wrote to you for
+"Marchesa," Cornélie said, without hesitation, "I wrote to you for
 two rooms facing south."
 
 "Did you?" asked the marchesa, plausibly and ingenuously. "I really
@@ -220,7 +185,7 @@ get the most picturesque sunrises there."
 
 "Then I'm sorry too, marchesa, but I must look out somewhere else."
 
-Cornelie turned as though to go away. The choice of a room sometimes
+Cornélie turned as though to go away. The choice of a room sometimes
 means the choice of a life.
 
 The marchesa caught hold of her hand and smiled. She had abandoned
@@ -257,7 +222,7 @@ next to them at table?"
 "No, I'd rather you put me somewhere else; I don't care for my
 fellow-countrymen when travelling."
 
-The marchesa left Cornelie to herself. She looked out of the window,
+The marchesa left Cornélie to herself. She looked out of the window,
 absent-mindedly, glad to be in Rome, yet faintly conscious of the
 something unhappy and unknown that was going to happen. There was a tap
 at her door; the men carried in her luggage. She saw that it was eleven
@@ -289,19 +254,19 @@ so very punctually in future. A few boarders looked in through the
 open door, saw that there was no one sitting at table yet, except a
 new lady, and disappeared again.
 
-Cornelie looked around her and waited.
+Cornélie looked around her and waited.
 
 The dining-room was the original dining-room of the old villa, with a
 ceiling by Guercina. The waiters loitered about. An old grey major-domo
 cast a distant glance over the table, to see if everything was in
 order. He grew impatient when nobody came and told them to serve the
-macaroni to Cornelie. It struck Cornelie that he too limped with one
+macaroni to Cornélie. It struck Cornélie that he too limped with one
 leg, like the porter. But the waiters were very young, hardly more than
 sixteen to eighteen, and lacked the waiter's usual self-possession.
 
 A stout gentleman, vivacious, consequential, pock-marked, ill-shaven,
 in a shabby black coat which showed but little linen, entered,
-rubbing his hands, and took his seat, opposite Cornelie.
+rubbing his hands, and took his seat, opposite Cornélie.
 
 He bowed politely and began to eat his macaroni.
 
@@ -309,7 +274,7 @@ And this seemed to be the signal for the others to begin eating,
 for a number of boarders, mostly ladies, now came in, sat down
 and helped themselves to the macaroni, which was handed round
 by the youthful waiters under the watchful eye of the grey-haired
-major-domo. Cornelie smiled at the oddity of these travelling types;
+major-domo. Cornélie smiled at the oddity of these travelling types;
 and, when she involuntarily glanced at the pock-marked gentleman
 opposite, she saw that he too was smiling.
 
@@ -318,7 +283,7 @@ way across the table and almost whispered, in French:
 
 "It's amusing, isn't it?"
 
-Cornelie raised her eyebrows:
+Cornélie raised her eyebrows:
 
 "What do you mean?"
 
@@ -337,19 +302,19 @@ Cornelie raised her eyebrows:
 "There are some more Dutch ladies here, sitting over there: they
 are charming."
 
-Cornelie asked the major-domo for some vin ordinaire.
+Cornélie asked the major-domo for some vin ordinaire.
 
 "That wine is no good," said the stout gentleman, vivaciously. "This
 is Genzano," pointing to his fiasco. "I pay a small corkage and drink
 my own wine."
 
-The major-domo put a pint bottle in front of Cornelie: it was included
+The major-domo put a pint bottle in front of Cornélie: it was included
 in her pension without extra charge.
 
 "If you like, I will give you the address where I get my wine. Via
 della Croce, 61."
 
-Cornelie thanked him. The pock-marked gentleman's uncommon ease and
+Cornélie thanked him. The pock-marked gentleman's uncommon ease and
 vivacity diverted her.
 
 "You're looking at the major-domo?" he asked.
@@ -384,7 +349,7 @@ The German ladies exclaimed how kind he was, how he was able to do
 anything, to find a way out of every difficulty. They had taken endless
 trouble to bribe the Rospigliosi porter and they had not succeeded.
 
-A little thin Englishwoman had taken her seat beside Cornelie.
+A little thin Englishwoman had taken her seat beside Cornélie.
 
 "And for you, Miss Taylor, I have a card for a low mass in His
 Holiness' private chapel."
@@ -410,14 +375,14 @@ delight, gave her promise. She looked at the pock-marked gentleman
 as though she expected to hear the judgement of Solomon fall from
 his lips.
 
-Lunch was over: the rump-steak, the pudding, the dried figs. Cornelie
+Lunch was over: the rump-steak, the pudding, the dried figs. Cornélie
 rose:
 
 "May I give you a glass out of my bottle?" asked the stout
 gentleman. "Do taste my wine and tell me if you like it. If so,
 I'll order a fiasco for you in the Via della Croce."
 
-Cornelie did not like to refuse. She sipped the wine. It was
+Cornélie did not like to refuse. She sipped the wine. It was
 deliciously pure. She thought that it would be a good thing to drink
 a pure wine in Rome; and, as she reflected, the stout gentleman seemed
 to read her quick thought:
@@ -425,18 +390,18 @@ to read her quick thought:
 "It is a good thing," he said, "to drink a strengthening wine while
 you are in Rome, where life is so tiring."
 
-Cornelie agreed.
+Cornélie agreed.
 
 "This is Genzano, at two lire seventy-five the fiasco. It will last
 you a long time: the wine keeps. So I'll order you a fiasco."
 
 He bowed to the ladies around and left the room.
 
-The German ladies bowed to Cornelie.
+The German ladies bowed to Cornélie.
 
 "Such an amiable man, that Mr. Rudyard."
 
-"What can he be?" Cornelie wondered. "French, German, English,
+"What can he be?" Cornélie wondered. "French, German, English,
 American?"
 
 
@@ -571,7 +536,7 @@ At dinner there was a buzz of voices; the three or four long tables
 were all full; the marchesa sat at the head of the centre table. Now
 and then she beckoned impatiently to Giuseppe, the old major-domo,
 who had dropped a spoon at an archducal court; and the unfledged
-little waiters rushed about breathlessly. Cornelie found the obliging
+little waiters rushed about breathlessly. Cornélie found the obliging
 stout gentleman, whom the German ladies called Mr. Rudyard, sitting
 opposite her and her fiasco of Genzano beside her plate. She thanked
 Mr. Rudyard with a smile and made the usual remarks: how she had been
@@ -579,7 +544,7 @@ for a drive that afternoon and had made her first acquaintance with
 Rome, the Forum, the Pincio. She talked to the German ladies and
 to the English one, who was always so tired with her sight-seeing;
 and the Germans, a Baronin and the Baronesse her daughter, laughed
-with her at the two aesthetes whom Cornelie had come upon that morning
+with her at the two æsthetes whom Cornélie had come upon that morning
 in the drawing-room. The two were sitting some distance away, lank
 and angular, grimy-haired, in curiously cut evening-dress, which
 showed the breast and arms warmly covered with a Jaeger undervest,
@@ -587,7 +552,7 @@ on which, in their turn, lay strings of large blue beads. Their eyes
 browsed over the long table, as though they were pitying everybody
 who had come to Rome to learn about art, because they two alone knew
 what art was. While eating, which they did unpleasantly, almost with
-their fingers, they read aesthetic books, wrinkling their brows and
+their fingers, they read æsthetic books, wrinkling their brows and
 now and then looking up angrily, because the people about them were
 talking. With their self-conceit, their impossible manners, their
 worse than tasteless dress and their great air of superiority, they
@@ -597,16 +562,16 @@ the Pension Belloni every winter and made drawings in water-colours
 in the Forum or the Via Appia. And they were so remarkable in
 their unprecedented originality, in their grimy angularity, with
 their evening-dresses, their Jaegers, their strings of blue beads,
-their aesthetic books and their meat-picking fingers, that all eyes
+their æsthetic books and their meat-picking fingers, that all eyes
 were constantly wandering in their direction, as though under the
 influence of a Medusa spell.
 
-The young baroness, a type out of the Fliegende Blaetter, witty and
+The young baroness, a type out of the Fliegende Blätter, witty and
 quick, with her little round, German face and arched, pencilled
-eyebrows, was laughing with Cornelie and showing her a thumb-nail
-caricature which she had made of the two aesthetic ladies in her
+eyebrows, was laughing with Cornélie and showing her a thumb-nail
+caricature which she had made of the two æsthetic ladies in her
 sketch-book, when Giuseppe conducted a young lady to the end of the
-table where Cornelie and Rudyard sat opposite each other. She had
+table where Cornélie and Rudyard sat opposite each other. She had
 evidently just arrived, said "Evening" to everybody near her and sat
 down with a great rustling. It was at once apparent that she was an
 American, almost too good-looking, too young, to be travelling alone
@@ -618,7 +583,7 @@ hat with a cascade of black ostrich-feathers, fastened by an over-large
 paste buckle. At every movement the silk of her petticoat rustled,
 the feathers nodded, the paste buckle gleamed. And, notwithstanding all
 this showiness, she was child-like: she was perhaps just twenty, with
-an ingenuous expression in her eyes. She at once spoke to Cornelie,
+an ingenuous expression in her eyes. She at once spoke to Cornélie,
 to Rudyard; said that she was tired, that she had come from Naples,
 that she had been dancing last night at Prince Cibo's, that her name
 was Miss Urania Hope, that her father lived in Chicago, that she had
@@ -626,11 +591,11 @@ two brothers who, in spite of her father's money, were working on a
 farm in the Far West, but that she had been brought up as a spoilt
 child by her father, who, however, wanted her to be able to stand on
 her own feet and was therefore making her travel by herself in the
-Old World, in dear old Italy. She was delighted to hear that Cornelie
+Old World, in dear old Italy. She was delighted to hear that Cornélie
 was also travelling alone; and Rudyard chaffed the ladies about their
 modern views, but the Baronin and the Baronesse applauded them. Miss
 Hope at once took a liking to her Dutch fellow-traveller and wanted
-to arrange joint excursions; but Cornelie, withdrawing into herself,
+to arrange joint excursions; but Cornélie, withdrawing into herself,
 made a tactful excuse, said that her time was fully engaged, that
 she wanted to study in the museums.
 
@@ -638,7 +603,7 @@ she wanted to study in the museums.
 
 And the petticoat rustled, the plumes nodded, the paste buckle gleamed.
 
-She made on Cornelie the impression of a gaudy butterfly, which,
+She made on Cornélie the impression of a gaudy butterfly, which,
 sportive and unthinking, might easily one day dash itself to pieces
 against the hot-house windows of our cabined existence. She felt no
 attraction towards this strange, pretty little creature, who looked
@@ -646,14 +611,14 @@ like a child and a cocotte in one; but she felt sorry for her, she
 did not know why.
 
 After dinner, Rudyard proposed to take the two German ladies for
-a little walk. The younger baroness came to Cornelie and asked if
+a little walk. The younger baroness came to Cornélie and asked if
 she would come too, to see Rome by moonlight, quite close, from the
 Villa Medici. She felt grateful for the kindly suggestion and was
 just going to put on her hat, when Miss Hope ran after her:
 
 "Stay and sit with me in the drawing-room."
 
-"I am going for a walk with the Baronin," Cornelie replied.
+"I am going for a walk with the Baronin," Cornélie replied.
 
 "That German lady?"
 
@@ -665,21 +630,21 @@ just going to put on her hat, when Miss Hope ran after her:
 
 "Are there many titled people in the house?" asked Miss Hope, eagerly.
 
-Cornelie laughed:
+Cornélie laughed:
 
 "I don't know. I only arrived this morning."
 
 "I believe there are. I heard that there were many titled people
 here. Are you one?"
 
-"I was!" Cornelie laughed. "But I had to give up my title."
+"I was!" Cornélie laughed. "But I had to give up my title."
 
 "What a shame!" Miss Hope exclaimed. "I love titles. Do you know what
 I've got? An album with the coats of arms of all sorts of families
 and another album with patterns of silk and brocade from each of the
 Queen of Italy's ball-dresses. Would you care to see it?"
 
-"Very much indeed!" Cornelie laughed. "But I must put on my hat now."
+"Very much indeed!" Cornélie laughed. "But I must put on my hat now."
 
 She went and returned in a hat and cloak; the German ladies and
 Rudyard were waiting in the hall and asked what she was laughing
@@ -702,18 +667,18 @@ here, invitations there. He seems to have plenty of influence. What
 do I care who or what he is! Else agrees with me. I accept what he
 gives us and for the rest I don't try to fathom him."
 
-They walked on. The Baronin took Cornelie's arm:
+They walked on. The Baronin took Cornélie's arm:
 
 "My dear child, don't think us more cynical than we are. I hardly know
 you, but I've felt somehow drawn towards you. Strange, isn't it, when
-one's abroad like this and has one's first talk at a table-d'hote,
+one's abroad like this and has one's first talk at a table-d'hôte,
 over a skinny chicken? Don't think us shabby or cynical. Oh, dear,
 perhaps we are! Our cosmopolitan, irresponsible, unsettled life makes
 us ungenerous, cynical and selfish. Very selfish. Rudyard shows us
 many kindnesses. Why should I not accept them? I don't care who or
 what he is. I am not committing myself in any way."
 
-Cornelie looked round involuntarily. In the nearly dark street she saw
+Cornélie looked round involuntarily. In the nearly dark street she saw
 Rudyard and the young Baronesse, almost whispering and mysteriously
 intimate.
 
@@ -725,7 +690,7 @@ finger-nails. We merely accept his introductions. Do as we do. Or
 ... don't. Perhaps it will be better form if you don't. I ... I have
 become a great egoist, through travelling. What do I care?..."
 
-The dark street seemed to invite confidences; and Cornelie to some
+The dark street seemed to invite confidences; and Cornélie to some
 extent understood this cynical indifference, particularly in a woman
 reared in narrow principles of duty and morality. It was certainly
 not good form; but was it not weariness brought about by the wear
@@ -739,7 +704,7 @@ the brimming basin of the fountain, beneath the black ilexes, whose
 leafage held the picture of Rome in an ebony frame, the waste water
 splashed and clattered.
 
-"Rome must be very beautiful," said Cornelie, softly.
+"Rome must be very beautiful," said Cornélie, softly.
 
 Rudyard and the Baronesse had come nearer and heard what she said:
 
@@ -759,7 +724,7 @@ the words which he had uttered:
 
 "A great consolation to many ... because beauty consoles."
 
-And she thought his last words an aesthetic commonplace; but he had
+And she thought his last words an æsthetic commonplace; but he had
 meant her to think so.
 
 
@@ -771,7 +736,7 @@ meant her to think so.
 CHAPTER IV
 
 
-Those first days in Rome tired Cornelie greatly. She did too much, as
+Those first days in Rome tired Cornélie greatly. She did too much, as
 every one does who has just arrived in Rome; she wanted to take in the
 whole city at once; and the distances, although covered in a carriage,
 and the endless galleries in the museums resulted in producing physical
@@ -797,7 +762,7 @@ she saw how residence abroad can draw a person out of the narrow ring
 of caste principles. The young Baronesse, who cared nothing about
 life and merely sketched and painted, interested her because of her
 whispering intimacy with Rudyard, which she failed to understand. Miss
-Hope was so ingenious, so childishly irrational, that Cornelie could
+Hope was so ingenious, so childishly irrational, that Cornélie could
 not imagine how old Hope, the rich stockinet-manufacturer over in
 Chicago, allowed this child to travel about alone, with her far too
 generous monthly allowance and her total ignorance of the world and
@@ -819,10 +784,10 @@ and cheerful. The pension was crammed: the marchesa had given up
 her own room and was sleeping in the bath-room. A hum of voices
 buzzed around the tables; the waiters rushed to and fro; spoons
 and forks clattered. There was none of the melancholy spirit of so
-many tables-d'hote. The people knew one another; and the excitement
+many tables-d'hôte. The people knew one another; and the excitement
 of Roman life, the oxygen in the Roman air seemed to lend an added
 vivacity to the gestures and conversation. Amidst this vivacity the
-two grimy aesthetic ladies attracted attention by their unvarying pose,
+two grimy æsthetic ladies attracted attention by their unvarying pose,
 with their eternal evening-dress, their Jaegers, their beads, the fat
 books which they read, their angry looks because people were talking.
 
@@ -845,7 +810,7 @@ things possessed an insinuating charm: the English ladies, greedy
 for information, hung on his lips, thought him too awfully nice,
 asked him for a thousand particulars.
 
-These days were a great rest for Cornelie. She recovered from her
+These days were a great rest for Cornélie. She recovered from her
 fatigue and felt indifferent towards Rome. But she did not think of
 leaving any the sooner. Whether she was here or elsewhere was all
 the same to her: she had to be somewhere. Besides, the pension was
@@ -866,7 +831,7 @@ precious bit of material picked up while the queen was trying on,
 or sometimes even cut out of a broad seam. The child was prouder of
 her collection of patterns than an Italian prince of his paintings,
 said Baronin von Rothkirch. But, notwithstanding this absurdity, this
-vanity, Cornelie came to like the pretty American girl because of her
+vanity, Cornélie came to like the pretty American girl because of her
 candid and unsophisticated nature. She looked most attractive in the
 evening, in a black low-cut dress, or in a rose chiffon blouse. For
 that matter, it was a different frock every night. She possessed a
@@ -875,7 +840,7 @@ through the ruins of the Forum in a tailor-made suit of cream cloth,
 lined with orange silk; and her white lace petticoat flitted airily
 over the foundations of the Basilica Julia or the Temple of Vesta. Her
 gaily-trimmed hats introduced patches of colour from Regent Street or
-the Avenue de l'Opera into the tragic seriousness of the Colosseum or
+the Avenue de l'Opéra into the tragic seriousness of the Colosseum or
 the ruined palace of the Palatine. The young Baronesse teased her about
 her orange silk lining, so in harmony with the Forum, about her hats,
 so in keeping with the seriousness of a place of Christian martyrdom,
@@ -891,7 +856,7 @@ marchioness. And, as soon as she caught sight of the Marchesa
 Belloni's grey, leonine head, she would make a rush for her--because a
 marchioness is higher than a baroness, said Madame von Rothkirch--drag
 her into a corner and if possible monopolize her throughout the
-evening. Rudyard would then join them; and Cornelie, seeing this,
+evening. Rudyard would then join them; and Cornélie, seeing this,
 wondered what Rudyard was, who he was and what he was about. But this
 did not interest the Baronin, who had just received a card for a mass
 in the papal chapel; and the young Baronesse merely said that he told
@@ -907,16 +872,16 @@ in the Doria and the Corsini.
 CHAPTER V
 
 
-One evening Cornelie made the acquaintance of the Dutch family beside
+One evening Cornélie made the acquaintance of the Dutch family beside
 whom the Marchesa had first wished to place her at table: Mrs. van der
 Staal and her two daughters. They too were spending the whole winter in
 Rome: they had friends there and went out visiting. The conversation
-flowed smoothly; and mevrouw invited Cornelie to come and have a chat
+flowed smoothly; and mevrouw invited Cornélie to come and have a chat
 in her sitting-room. Next day she accompanied her new acquaintances
 to the Vatican and heard that mevrouw was expecting her son, who was
-coming to Rome from Florence to continue his archaeological studies.
+coming to Rome from Florence to continue his archæological studies.
 
-Cornelie was glad to meet at the hotel a Dutch element that was
+Cornélie was glad to meet at the hotel a Dutch element that was
 not antipathetic. She thought it pleasant to talk Dutch again and
 she confessed as much. In a day or two she had become intimate with
 Mrs. van der Staal and the two girls; and on the evening when young
@@ -924,7 +889,7 @@ Van der Staal arrived she opened her heart more than she had ever
 thought that she could do to strangers whom she had known for barely
 a few days.
 
-They were sitting in the Van der Staal's sitting-room, Cornelie in a
+They were sitting in the Van der Staal's sitting-room, Cornélie in a
 low chair by the blazing log-fire, for the evening was chilly. They
 had been talking about the Hague, about her divorce; and she was now
 speaking of Italy, of herself:
@@ -947,7 +912,7 @@ from her lips...."
 
 "You're a good observer," said Van der Staal.
 
-"Oh, don't say that!" said Cornelie, almost vexed. "I see nothing and
+"Oh, don't say that!" said Cornélie, almost vexed. "I see nothing and
 I can't remember. I receive no impressions. Everything around me is
 colourless. I really don't know why I have come abroad.... When I am
 alone, I think of the people whom I meet. I know Madame von Rothkirch
@@ -959,7 +924,7 @@ Rudyard: I see him before me too."
 
 "Rudyard!" smiled mevrouw and the girls.
 
-"What is he?" Cornelie asked, inquisitively. "He is so civil, he
+"What is he?" Cornélie asked, inquisitively. "He is so civil, he
 ordered my wine for me, he can always get one all sorts of cards."
 
 "Don't you know what Rudyard is?" asked Mrs. van der Staal.
@@ -981,13 +946,13 @@ a Jesuit. Every pension in Rome has a Jesuit who lives there free
 of charge, if the proprietor is a good friend of the Church, and who
 tries to win souls by making himself especially agreeable."
 
-Cornelie refused to believe it.
+Cornélie refused to believe it.
 
 "You can take my word for it," mevrouw continued, "that in a pension
 like this, a first-class pension, a pension with a reputation,
 a great deal of intrigue goes on."
 
-"La Belloni?" Cornelie enquired.
+"La Belloni?" Cornélie enquired.
 
 "Our marchesa is a thorough-paced intrigante. Last winter, three
 English sisters were converted here."
@@ -1000,7 +965,7 @@ winter."
 "Rudyard walked quite a long way with me in the street this morning,"
 said young Van der Staal. "I let him talk, I heard all he had to say."
 
-Cornelie fell back in her chair:
+Cornélie fell back in her chair:
 
 "I am tired of people," she said, with the strange sincerity which
 was hers. "I should like to sleep for a month, without seeing anybody."
@@ -1027,7 +992,7 @@ Borghese, when she met young Van der Staal, on his bicycle.
 
 "Why not?"
 
-"It is an exercise which doesn't suit my style," Cornelie replied,
+"It is an exercise which doesn't suit my style," Cornélie replied,
 vexed at meeting any one who disturbed the solitude of her stroll.
 
 "May I walk with you?"
@@ -1042,7 +1007,7 @@ walked on with her, quite naturally, without saying very much:
 His words seemed to convey a simple meaning. She looked at him,
 for the first time, attentively.
 
-"You're an archaeologist?" she asked.
+"You're an archæologist?" she asked.
 
 "No," he said, deprecatingly.
 
@@ -1076,7 +1041,7 @@ in his badly-kept cycling-suit, betrayed a slight indifference,
 as though he did not care what his arms and legs looked like.
 
 He said nothing but walked on pleasantly, unembarrassed, without
-finding it necessary to talk. Cornelie, however, grew fidgety and
+finding it necessary to talk. Cornélie, however, grew fidgety and
 sought for words:
 
 "It is beautiful here," she stammered.
@@ -1150,7 +1115,7 @@ of his mother and his sisters.
 CHAPTER VII
 
 
-At the hotel, however, he spoke to Cornelie politely, as though
+At the hotel, however, he spoke to Cornélie politely, as though
 there had been no embarrassment, no wrangling interchange of words
 between them, and he even asked her quite simply--because his mother
 and sisters had some calls to pay that afternoon--whether they should
@@ -1203,7 +1168,7 @@ to his horse.
 
 They drove away.
 
-"I am always frightened of these cabmen," said Cornelie.
+"I am always frightened of these cabmen," said Cornélie.
 
 "You don't know them," he answered, smiling. "I like them. I like
 the people. They're nice people."
@@ -1252,7 +1217,7 @@ But he seemed not to hear her:
 "It's the atmosphere around you," he continued. "You should try to
 forget our hotel, to forget Belloni and all our fellow-visitors and
 yourself. When anybody first arrives here, he has all the usual trouble
-about the hotel, his rooms, the table-d'hote, the vaguely likable or
+about the hotel, his rooms, the table-d'hôte, the vaguely likable or
 dislikable people. You've got over that now. Clear your mind of it. And
 try to feel only the atmosphere of Rome. It's as if the atmosphere had
 remained the same, notwithstanding that the centuries lie piled up
@@ -1357,7 +1322,7 @@ her seat.
 "No," she said, gently, "I am not angry."
 
 "But you despise me, because you consider me a useless creature,
-an aesthete and a dreamer?"
+an æsthete and a dreamer?"
 
 "No. What am I myself, that I should reproach you with your
 uselessness?"
@@ -1512,7 +1477,7 @@ half-cosmopolitan set of his rather worldly mother and smart little
 sisters, who spent their time dancing and cycling with young Italian
 princes and dukes.
 
-And, now that he had met Cornelie de Retz, he had to confess to himself
+And, now that he had met Cornélie de Retz, he had to confess to himself
 that he possessed but little knowledge of human nature and that he
 had never learnt to believe in the reality of such a woman, who might
 have existed in books, but not in actual life. Her very appearance--her
@@ -1539,7 +1504,7 @@ Laura; between the desire roused by a beautiful body and the exaltation
 inspired by Dante's Beatrice; between the flesh and the dream. He had
 never contemplated an encounter of kindred souls, never longed for
 sympathy, for love in the full and pregnant sense of the word. And,
-when he began to think and to think long and often of Cornelie de Retz,
+when he began to think and to think long and often of Cornélie de Retz,
 he could not understand it. He had pondered and dreamed for days,
 for a week about a woman in a poem; on a woman in real life never.
 
@@ -1571,7 +1536,7 @@ The marchesa realized that her tree was expensive and that her
 dance cost money too and she would gladly have found an excuse for
 avoiding both, but she dared not: the reputation of her pension,
 as it happened, depended on its worldliness and smartness, on the
-table-d'hote in the handsome dining-room, where people dressed for
+table-d'hôte in the handsome dining-room, where people dressed for
 dinner, and also on the brilliant party given at Christmas. And it
 was amusing to see how keen all the ladies were to receive gratis in
 their bill for a whole winter's stay a trashy Christmas present and the
@@ -1617,7 +1582,7 @@ the latter subscription covering the whole staff. On this second list
 some, who had arrived a month before and who had arranged to leave,
 entered their names for ten lire and some for six lire. Five lire
 was by general consent considered too little; and, when it became
-known that the grimy aesthetic ladies intended to give five lire,
+known that the grimy æsthetic ladies intended to give five lire,
 they were regarded with the greatest contempt.
 
 It all meant a lot of trouble and excitement. As Christmas drew nearer,
@@ -1651,11 +1616,11 @@ metamorphosed into a boudoir, the beds draped to look like divans,
 the wash-hand-stands concealed; and the tree was radiant with candles
 and tinsel. And the Baronin, a little sentimentally inclined, for the
 season reminded her of Berlin and her lost domesticity, opened her
-doors wide to everybody and was even offering the two aesthetic ladies
+doors wide to everybody and was even offering the two æsthetic ladies
 sweets, when the marchesa, also smiling, appeared at the door, with
 her bosom moulded in sky-blue satin and with even larger crystals than
 usual in her ears. The room was full: there were the Van der Staals,
-Cornelie, Rudyard, Urania Hope and other guests going in and out,
+Cornélie, Rudyard, Urania Hope and other guests going in and out,
 so that it became impossible to move and they stood packed together
 or sat on the draped beds of the mother and daughter. The marchesa
 led in beside her an unknown young man, short, slender, with a pale
@@ -1676,7 +1641,7 @@ young Duke of San Stefano, Prince of Forte-Braccio, was a nephew of
 the marchesa's and one of the advertisements for her pension. And,
 while the prince talked to the Baronin and her daughter, Urania Hope
 stared at him as a miraculous being from another world. She clung
-tight to Cornelie's arm, as though she were in danger of fainting at
+tight to Cornélie's arm, as though she were in danger of fainting at
 the sight of so much Italian nobility and greatness. She thought him
 very good-looking, very imposing, short and slender and pale, with
 his carbuncle eyes and his weary distinction and the white orchid
@@ -1693,11 +1658,11 @@ aunt, the marchesa, into the drawing-room, where the dancing had not
 yet begun, though the guests were sitting about the room, all fixing
 their eyes on the ducal and princely apparition.
 
-Cornelie was strolling with Duco van der Staal, who to his mother's
+Cornélie was strolling with Duco van der Staal, who to his mother's
 and sisters' great surprise had fished out his dress-clothes and
 appeared in the big hall; and they both observed the triumphant entry
 of la Belloni and her nephew and laughed at the fanatically upturned
-eyes of the English and American ladies. They, Cornelie and Duco,
+eyes of the English and American ladies. They, Cornélie and Duco,
 sat down in the hall on two chairs, in front of a clump of palms,
 which concealed one of the doors of the drawing-room, while the dance
 began inside. They were talking about the statues in the Vatican,
@@ -1719,12 +1684,12 @@ by the marchesa.
 
 "An English miss," said the marchesa. "Miss Taylor: she's sitting
 over there, by herself in the corner. A simple little soul.... The
-Baronin and her daughter.... The Dutchwoman: a divorcee.... And the
+Baronin and her daughter.... The Dutchwoman: a divorcée.... And the
 pretty American."
 
 "And those two very attractive Dutch girls?" asked the prince.
 
-The music boom-boomed louder; and Cornelie and Duco did not catch
+The music boom-boomed louder; and Cornélie and Duco did not catch
 the reply.
 
 "And the divorced Dutchwoman?" the prince asked next.
@@ -1738,7 +1703,7 @@ the reply.
 "So there's no one except the stocking-merchant?" asked the prince,
 wearily.
 
-La Belloni became cross, but Cornelie and Duco could not understand the
+La Belloni became cross, but Cornélie and Duco could not understand the
 sentences which she rattled out through the boom-booming music. Then,
 during a lull, they heard the marchesa say:
 
@@ -1806,12 +1771,12 @@ less than ten millions."
 
 "No, ten."
 
-The prince and the marchesa had stood up to go. Cornelie looked at
+The prince and the marchesa had stood up to go. Cornélie looked at
 Duco. He laughed:
 
 "I don't quite understand them," he said. "It's a joke, of course."
 
-Cornelie was startled:
+Cornélie was startled:
 
 "A joke, you think, Mr. van der Staal?"
 
@@ -1862,7 +1827,7 @@ She knitted her brows; her eyes were sombre.
 CHAPTER X
 
 
-The day after the dance, at table, Cornelie received a strange
+The day after the dance, at table, Cornélie received a strange
 impression: suddenly, as she sipped her delicious Genzano, ordered
 for her by Rudyard, she became aware that it was not by accident that
 she was sitting with the Baronin and her daughter, with Urania and
@@ -1880,17 +1845,17 @@ of churches, visited and studied them all and above all faithfully
 attended the musical services and spoke ecstatically of the choir in
 the Sistine Chapel and the quavering Glorias of the male soprani.
 
-Cornelie spoke to Mrs. van der Staal and the Baronin von Rothkirch
+Cornélie spoke to Mrs. van der Staal and the Baronin von Rothkirch
 of the conversation between the marchesa and her nephew which
 she had heard through the half-open door; but neither of them,
 though interested and curious, took the marchesa's words seriously,
 regarding them only as so much thoughtless talk between a foolish,
-match-making aunt and an unwilling nephew. Cornelie was struck by
+match-making aunt and an unwilling nephew. Cornélie was struck by
 seeing how unable people are to take things seriously; but the Baronin
 was quite indifferent, saying that Rudyard could do her no harm and
 was still supplying her with tickets; and Mrs. van der Staal, who had
 been in Rome a long time and was accustomed to little boarding-house
-conspiracies, considered that Cornelie was making herself too uneasy
+conspiracies, considered that Cornélie was making herself too uneasy
 about the fair Urania's fate.
 
 Suddenly, however, Miss Taylor disappeared from the table. They thought
@@ -1900,14 +1865,14 @@ knew that Miss Taylor had been converted to the Catholic faith and
 had moved to a pension recommended by Rudyard, a pension frequented
 by monsignori and noted for its religious tone. Her disappearance
 produced a certain constraint in the conversation between Rudyard,
-the German ladies and Cornelie; and the latter, in the course of a
+the German ladies and Cornélie; and the latter, in the course of a
 week which the Baronin was spending at Naples, changed her seat and
 joined her fellow-countrywomen the Van der Staals. The Von Rothkirches
 also changed, because of the draught, said the Baronin; their seats
 were taken by new arrivals; and Urania was left alone with Rudyard
 at lunch and dinner, amid those foreign elements.
 
-Cornelie reproached herself and one day spoke seriously to the American
+Cornélie reproached herself and one day spoke seriously to the American
 girl and warned her. But she dared not repeat what she had overheard
 at the dance; and her warning made no impression on Urania. And,
 when Rudyard had obtained for Miss Hope the privilege of a private
@@ -1929,11 +1894,11 @@ CHAPTER XI
 
 "What do those strangers matter to you?" asked Duco.
 
-They were sitting in his studio: Mrs. van der Staal, Cornelie and the
+They were sitting in his studio: Mrs. van der Staal, Cornélie and the
 girls, Annie and Emilie. Annie was pouring out the tea; and they were
 discussing Miss Taylor and Urania.
 
-"I am a stranger to you too!" said Cornelie.
+"I am a stranger to you too!" said Cornélie.
 
 "You are not a stranger to me, to us. But Miss Taylor and Urania don't
 matter. Hundreds of shadows pass through our lives: I don't see them
@@ -1948,7 +1913,7 @@ to look upon you as a shadow."
 
 "He has no hold over us," Duco replied.
 
-Mrs. van der Staal looked at Cornelie. She understood the enquiring
+Mrs. van der Staal looked at Cornélie. She understood the enquiring
 glance and said, laughing:
 
 "No, he has no hold over me either. Still, if I felt the need of
@@ -1963,13 +1928,13 @@ girls, a little doll-like and vaguely cosmopolitan and a trifle vain
 of the little marquises with whom they danced and bicycled; and with
 that son, that brother so very different from the three of them and
 yet obviously related to them, as a movement, a gesture, a single
-word would show. It also struck Cornelie that they accepted each
+word would show. It also struck Cornélie that they accepted each
 other affectionately as they were: Duco, his mother and sisters,
 with their stories about the Princesses Colonna and Odescalchi;
 mevrouw and the girls and him, with his worn jacket and his unkempt
 hair. And, when he began to speak, especially about Rome, when he
 put his dream into words, in almost bookish sentences, which however
-flowed easily and naturally from his lips, Cornelie felt in harmony
+flowed easily and naturally from his lips, Cornélie felt in harmony
 with her surroundings, secure and interested and to some extent
 lost that longing to contradict him which his artistic indolence
 sometimes aroused in her. And, besides, his indolence suddenly seemed
@@ -1985,7 +1950,7 @@ the Palatine by twilight, the Colosseum mysterious in the night;
 and then the Campagna: all the dream-like skies and luminous haze of
 the glad and sad Campagna, with pale-pink mauves, dewy blues, dusky
 violets or the swaggering ochres of pyrotechnical sunsets and clouds
-flaring like the crimson pinions of the phoenix. And, when Cornelie
+flaring like the crimson pinions of the phoenix. And, when Cornélie
 asked him why nothing was finished off, he answered that nothing was
 right. He saw the skies as dreams, visions and apotheoses; and on
 his paper they became water and paint; and paint was not a thing to
@@ -2044,7 +2009,7 @@ do you think about your line? Do you, girls?"
 His sisters giggled in the dark, sunk in their low chairs, like two
 pussy-cats. Mamma got up:
 
-"Duco dear, you know I can't follow you. I admire Cornelie for liking
+"Duco dear, you know I can't follow you. I admire Cornélie for liking
 your water-colours and understanding what you mean by that line. My
 line is to go home at once, for it's very late."
 
@@ -2069,7 +2034,7 @@ their way.
 CHAPTER XII
 
 
-One morning when Cornelie stayed indoors she went through the books
+One morning when Cornélie stayed indoors she went through the books
 that lay scattered about her room. And she found that it was useless
 for her to read Ovid, in order to study something of Roman manners,
 some of which had alarmed and shocked her; she found that Dante and
@@ -2178,7 +2143,7 @@ knowing to whom she was praying:
 CHAPTER XIII
 
 
-It was then, after a few days, that Cornelie conceived the idea
+It was then, after a few days, that Cornélie conceived the idea
 of leaving the boarding-house and going to live in rooms. The
 hotel-life disturbed her budding thoughts, like a wind of vanity
 that was constantly blighting very vague and fragile blossoms;
@@ -2192,11 +2157,11 @@ view extended far and wide above the house-tops of Rome to the circular
 ruin of the Colosseum, the rooms were rough and uncomfortable, bare
 and uninviting. Duco had not approved of them and said that they made
 him shiver, although they faced the sun; but there was something about
-the ruggedness of the place that harmonized with Cornelie's new mood.
+the ruggedness of the place that harmonized with Cornélie's new mood.
 
 When they parted that day, he thought how inartistic she was and
 she how unmodern he was. They did not meet again for several days;
-and Cornelie was very lonely, but did not feel her loneliness,
+and Cornélie was very lonely, but did not feel her loneliness,
 because she was writing a pamphlet on the social position of divorced
 women. The idea was suggested to her by a few sentences in a tract
 on the feminist problem; and at once, without wasting much time in
@@ -2220,7 +2185,7 @@ elegant little woman, surrounded by an aura of poetry and a tragic
 past, into an "independent woman," working furiously at a pamphlet full
 of bitter invective against society. And, when Duco looked her up again
 in a week's time and came to sit with her a little, he remained silent,
-stiff and upright in his chair, without speaking, while Cornelie read
+stiff and upright in his chair, without speaking, while Cornélie read
 the beginning of her pamphlet to him. He was touched by the glimpses
 which it revealed to him of personal suffering and experience, but he
 was irritated by a certain discord between that slender, lily-like
@@ -2386,7 +2351,7 @@ And, when they came in sight of Belloni's, she thanked him, she did
 not know exactly for what: for the look in his eyes, for his voice, for
 the walk, for the consolation which she felt inexplicably yet clearly
 radiating from him; and she was glad to have come with him this evening
-and to feel the distraction of the Belloni table-d'hote around her.
+and to feel the distraction of the Belloni table-d'hôte around her.
 
 But at night, alone, alone in her bare rooms, she was overcome by
 her wretchedness as by a sea of blackness; and, looking out at the
@@ -2407,7 +2372,7 @@ its plaints to the inexorable heavens.
 CHAPTER XIV
 
 
-Nevertheless Cornelie recovered her calmness when her pamphlet
+Nevertheless Cornélie recovered her calmness when her pamphlet
 was finished. She unpacked her trunks, arranged her rooms a little
 more snugly and, now more at her ease, rewrote the pamphlet and,
 in the revision, improved her style and even her ideas. When she had
@@ -2416,9 +2381,9 @@ where she nearly always met Duco van der Staal and had her meal with
 him at a little table. As a rule she dined at Belloni's, beside the
 Van der Staals, in order to obtain a little diversion. The marchesa
 had not bowed to her at first, though she suffered her to attend her
-table-d'hote, at three lire an evening; but after a time she bowed to
-Cornelie again, with a bitter-sweet little smile, for she had relet
-her two rooms at a higher price. And Cornelie, in her calmer mood,
+table-d'hôte, at three lire an evening; but after a time she bowed to
+Cornélie again, with a bitter-sweet little smile, for she had relet
+her two rooms at a higher price. And Cornélie, in her calmer mood,
 found it pleasant to change in the evening, to see Mrs. van der Staal
 and the girls, to listen to their little stories about the Roman
 salons and to cast a glance over the long tables. And they saw that
@@ -2427,7 +2392,7 @@ personalities. Rudyard had disappeared, owing money to the marchesa,
 no one knew whither; the Von Rothkirches had gone to Greece; but Urania
 Hope was still there and sat next to the Marchesa Belloni. On her other
 side was the nephew, the Prince of Forte-Braccio, Duke of San Stefano,
-who dined at Belloni's every night. And Cornelie saw that a sort of
+who dined at Belloni's every night. And Cornélie saw that a sort of
 conspiracy was in progress, the marchesa and the prince laying siege
 to the vain little American from either side. And next day she saw two
 monsignori seated in eager conversation with Urania at the marchesa's
@@ -2435,7 +2400,7 @@ table, while the marchesa and the prince nodded their heads. All the
 visitors commented on it, every eye was turned in that direction,
 everybody watched the manoeuvres and delighted in the romance.
 
-Cornelie was the only one who was not amused. She would have liked to
+Cornélie was the only one who was not amused. She would have liked to
 warn Urania against the marchesa, the prince and the monsignori who had
 taken Rudyard's place, but especially against marriage, even marriage
 with a prince and duke. And, growing excited, she spoke to Mrs. van
@@ -2456,7 +2421,7 @@ after dinner--I sit in this corner, at this table, on this sofa. I
 hope you won't mind, but I should be glad to have my own seat now."
 
 And the Satin Frigate smiled amiably; but, when the Van der Staals and
-Cornelie rose in mute amazement, she dumped herself down with a rustle
+Cornélie rose in mute amazement, she dumped herself down with a rustle
 on the sofa, bobbed up and down for a moment on the springs, laid her
 crochet-work on the table with a gesture as though she were planting
 the Union Jack in a new colony and said, with her most amiable smile:
@@ -2466,7 +2431,7 @@ the Union Jack in a new colony and said, with her most amiable smile:
 Duco roared, the girls giggled, but the Satin Frigate merely nodded to
 them good-humouredly. And, not even yet realizing what had happened,
 astounded but gay, they sat down in another corner, the girls still
-seized with an irrepressible giggle. The two aesthetic ladies, with
+seized with an irrepressible giggle. The two æsthetic ladies, with
 the evening-dress and the Jaegers, who sat reading at the table in
 the middle of the room, closed their two books with one slam, rose
 and indignantly went away, because people were laughing and talking
@@ -2481,19 +2446,19 @@ people!... Their lines curl like arabesque through ours. Why do they
 cross our lines with their petty movements and why are ours never
 crossed by those which perhaps would be dearest to our souls?..."
 
-He always took Cornelie back to the Via dei Serpenti. They walked
+He always took Cornélie back to the Via dei Serpenti. They walked
 slowly through the silent, deserted streets. Sometimes it was late in
 the evening, but sometimes it was immediately after dinner and then
 they would go through the Corso and he would generally ask her to
 come and sit at Aragno's for a little. She agreed and they drank their
-coffee amid the gaiety of the brightly-lit cafe, watching the bustle
+coffee amid the gaiety of the brightly-lit café, watching the bustle
 on the pavement outside. They exchanged few words, distracted by the
-passers-by and the visitors to the cafe; but they both enjoyed this
+passers-by and the visitors to the café; but they both enjoyed this
 moment and felt at one with each other. Duco evidently did not give
-a thought to the unconventionality of their behaviour; but Cornelie
+a thought to the unconventionality of their behaviour; but Cornélie
 thought of Mrs. van der Staal and that she would not approve of it or
 consent to it in one of her daughters, to sit alone with a gentleman
-in a cafe in the evening. And Cornelie also remembered the Hague and
+in a café in the evening. And Cornélie also remembered the Hague and
 smiled at the thought of her Hague friends. And she looked at Duco,
 who sat quietly, pleased to be sitting with her, and drank his coffee
 and spoke a word now and again or pointed to a queer type or a pretty
@@ -2501,7 +2466,7 @@ woman passing....
 
 One evening, after dinner, he suggested that they should all go to
 the ruins. It was full moon, a wonderful sight. But mevrouw was
-afraid of malaria, the girls of foot-pads; and Duco and Cornelie
+afraid of malaria, the girls of foot-pads; and Duco and Cornélie
 went by themselves. The streets were quite empty, the Colosseum rose
 menacingly like a fortress in the night; but they went in and the
 moonlight blue of the night shone through the open arches: the round
@@ -2512,7 +2477,7 @@ the Colosseum were haunted by all the dead past of Rome, emperors,
 gladiators and martyrs; shadows prowled like lurking wild animals,
 a patch of light suggested a naked woman and the galleries seemed to
 rustle with the sound of the multitude. And yet there was nothing and
-Duco and Cornelie were alone, in the depths of the huge, colossal ruin,
+Duco and Cornélie were alone, in the depths of the huge, colossal ruin,
 half in shadow and half in light; and, though she was not afraid, she
 was obsessed by that awful haunting of the past and pushed closer to
 him and clutched his arm and felt very, very small. He just pressed
@@ -2558,10 +2523,10 @@ And she wearily fell asleep.
 CHAPTER XV
 
 
-Cornelie's premonition regarding Mrs. van der Staal's opinion of her
+Cornélie's premonition regarding Mrs. van der Staal's opinion of her
 intercourse with Duco was confirmed: mevrouw spoke to her seriously,
 saying that she would compromise herself if she went on like that and
-adding that she had spoken to Duco in the same sense. But Cornelie
+adding that she had spoken to Duco in the same sense. But Cornélie
 answered rather haughtily and nonchalantly, declared that, after
 always minding the conventions and becoming very unhappy in spite of
 it, she had resolved to mind them no longer, that she valued Duco's
@@ -2580,8 +2545,8 @@ smiled vaguely, raising his eyebrows, obviously not realizing the
 commonplace truth of his mother's words, saying that those were just
 Mamma's ideas, which of course were all very well and current in
 the set in which Mamma and his sisters lived, but which he didn't
-enter into or bother about, unless Cornelie thought that Mamma was
-right. And Cornelie blazed out contemptuously, shrugged her shoulders,
+enter into or bother about, unless Cornélie thought that Mamma was
+right. And Cornélie blazed out contemptuously, shrugged her shoulders,
 asked who or what there was for whose sake she should allow herself
 to break off their friendly intercourse. They ordered a mezzo-fiasco
 between them and had a long, chatty lunch like two comrades, like
@@ -2593,7 +2558,7 @@ that endless going about, on the look for a husband. She said that
 she spoke from experience.
 
 They walked along the Via Appia that afternoon and went to the
-Catacombs, where a Trappist showed them round. When Cornelie returned
+Catacombs, where a Trappist showed them round. When Cornélie returned
 home she felt pleasantly light and cheerful. She did not go out again;
 she piled up the logs on her fire against the evening, which was
 turning chilly, and supped off a little bread and jelly, so as not
@@ -2677,24 +2642,24 @@ crossing which other curves of which other, seeking souls....
 CHAPTER XVI
 
 
-The idea had long fixed itself in Cornelie's mind that she must speak
+The idea had long fixed itself in Cornélie's mind that she must speak
 to Urania Hope; and one morning she sent her a note asking for an
 appointment that afternoon. Miss Hope wrote back assenting; and at
-five o'clock Cornelie found her at home in her handsome and expensive
+five o'clock Cornélie found her at home in her handsome and expensive
 sitting-room at Belloni's: many lights, many flowers; Urania hammering
 on the piano in an indoor gown of Venetian lace; the table decked with
-a rich tea, with cut bread-and-butter, cakes and sweets. Cornelie had
+a rich tea, with cut bread-and-butter, cakes and sweets. Cornélie had
 said that she wanted to see Miss Hope alone, on a matter of importance,
 and at once asked if she would be alone, feeling a doubt of it, now
 that Urania was receiving her so formally. But Urania reassured her:
 she had said that she was at home to no one but Mrs. de Retz and was
-very curious to know what Cornelie had come to talk about. Cornelie
+very curious to know what Cornélie had come to talk about. Cornélie
 reminded Urania of her former warning and, when Urania laughed, she
 took her hand and looked at her with such serious eyes that she made an
 impression of the American girl's frivolous nature and Urania became
 puzzled. Urania now suddenly thought it very momentous--a secret,
 an intrigue, a danger, in Rome!--and they whispered together. And
-Cornelie, no longer feeling anxious amid this increasing intimacy,
+Cornélie, no longer feeling anxious amid this increasing intimacy,
 confessed to Urania what she had heard through the half-open door: the
 marchesa's machinations with her nephew, whom she was absolutely bent
 on marrying to a rich heiress at the behest of the prince's father, who
@@ -2702,34 +2667,34 @@ seemed to have promised her so much for putting the match through. Then
 she spoke of Miss Taylor's conversion, effected by Rudyard: Rudyard,
 who did not seem able to achieve his purpose with Urania, failing to
 obtain a hold on her confiding, but frivolous, butterfly nature, and
-who, as Cornelie suspected, had for that reason incurred the disfavour
+who, as Cornélie suspected, had for that reason incurred the disfavour
 of his ecclesiastical superiors and vanished without settling his
 debt to the marchesa. His place appeared to have been taken by the two
 monsignori, who looked more dignified and worldly and displayed great
 unctuousness, were more lavish in smiles. And Urania, staring at this
-danger, at these pit-falls under her feet which Cornelie had suddenly
+danger, at these pit-falls under her feet which Cornélie had suddenly
 revealed to her, now became really frightened, turned pale and promised
 to be on her guard. Really she would have liked to tell her maid to
 pack up at once, so that they might leave Rome as soon as possible,
 for another town, another pension, one with lots of titled people: she
-adored titles! And Cornelie, seeing that she had made an impression,
+adored titles! And Cornélie, seeing that she had made an impression,
 continued, spoke of herself, spoke of marriage in general, said that
 she had written a pamphlet against marriage and on The Social Position
 of Divorced Women. And she spoke of the suffering which she had been
 through and of the feminist movement in Holland. And, once in the vein,
 she abandoned all restraint and talked more and more emphatically,
 until Urania thought her exceedingly clever, a very clever girl,
-to be able to argue and write like that on a ques-tion bru-lante,
+to be able to argue and write like that on a ques-tion brû-lante,
 laying a fine stress on the first syllables of the French words. She
 admitted that she would like to have the vote and, as she said this,
-spread out the long train of her lace tea-gown. Cornelie spoke of the
+spread out the long train of her lace tea-gown. Cornélie spoke of the
 injustice of the law which leaves the wife nothing, takes everything
 from her and forces her entirely into the husband's power; and Urania
 agreed with her and passed the little dish of chocolate-creams. And
 to the accompaniment of a second cup of tea they talked excitedly,
 both speaking at once, neither listening to what the other was saying;
 and Urania said that it was a shame. From the general discussion they
-relapsed to the consideration of their particular interests: Cornelie
+relapsed to the consideration of their particular interests: Cornélie
 depicted the character of her husband, unable, in the coarseness of
 his nature, to understand a woman or to consent that a woman should
 stand beside him and not beneath him. And she once more returned to
@@ -2765,14 +2730,14 @@ court ball. He was not going, he did not even go to his cousin's
 officially, not to her parties; but he saw her sometimes, because
 of the family relationship, out of friendship. And he begged Urania
 not to give him away: it might injure him in his career--"What
-career?" Cornelie wondered to herself--if people knew that he saw
+career?" Cornélie wondered to herself--if people knew that he saw
 much of his cousin; but he had called on her pretty often lately,
 for Urania's sake, to get her that pattern.
 
 And Urania was so grateful that she forgot all about the social
 position of girls and women, married or unmarried, and would gladly
 have sacrificed her right to the franchise for such a charming Italian
-prince. Cornelie became vexed, rose, bowed coldly to the prince and
+prince. Cornélie became vexed, rose, bowed coldly to the prince and
 drew Urania with her to the door:
 
 "Don't forget what we have been saying," she warned her. "Be on
@@ -2792,8 +2757,8 @@ the daughter of an American stockinet-manufacturer.
 CHAPTER XVII
 
 
-A coolness had arisen between Mrs. van der Staal and Cornelie; and
-Cornelie no longer went to dine at Belloni's. She did not see mevrouw
+A coolness had arisen between Mrs. van der Staal and Cornélie; and
+Cornélie no longer went to dine at Belloni's. She did not see mevrouw
 and the girls again for weeks; but she saw Duco daily. Notwithstanding
 the essential differences in their characters, they had grown so
 accustomed to being together that they missed each other if a day
@@ -2801,7 +2766,7 @@ passed without their meeting; and so they had gradually come to
 lunch and dine together every day, almost as a matter of course:
 in the morning at the osteria and in the evening at some small
 restaurant or other, usually very simply. To avoid dividing the bill,
-Duco would pay one time and Cornelie the next. Generally they had
+Duco would pay one time and Cornélie the next. Generally they had
 much to talk about: he taught her Rome, took her after lunch to all
 manner of churches and museums; and under his guidance she began
 to understand, appreciate and admire. By unconscious suggestion he
@@ -2830,7 +2795,7 @@ it made her pamphlet seem drab and dull; and the feminist movement
 ceased to interest her and she did not care about Urania Hope.
 
 He admitted to himself that he had quite lost his peace of mind,
-that Cornelie stood before him in his thoughts, between him and his
+that Cornélie stood before him in his thoughts, between him and his
 old triptychs, that his lonely, friendless, ingenuous, simple life,
 content with wandering through and outside Rome, with reading,
 dreaming and now and then painting a little, had changed entirely
@@ -2873,11 +2838,11 @@ his studio atmosphere, and stood before him like a phantom. He would
 not call that love; but she was dear to him like a revelation that
 constantly veiled itself in secrecy. And his life as a lonely wanderer
 was, it was true, changed; but she had introduced no inharmonious
-habit into his life: he enjoyed taking his meals in a little cafe or
+habit into his life: he enjoyed taking his meals in a little café or
 osteria; and she took them with him easily and simply, not squalidly
 but pleasantly and harmoniously, with an adaptability and with just
 as much natural grace as when she used to dine of an evening at the
-table-d'hote at Belloni's. All this--that contradictory admixture of
+table-d'hôte at Belloni's. All this--that contradictory admixture of
 unreality, of inconsistency; that living vision of indefiniteness;
 that intangibility of her individual essence; that self-concealment of
 the soul; that blending of her essential characteristics--had become
@@ -2921,22 +2886,22 @@ brightness, the gradual daily elucidation of their immediate future....
 CHAPTER XVIII
 
 
-Cornelie now saw no one except Duco. Mrs. van der Staal had broken
+Cornélie now saw no one except Duco. Mrs. van der Staal had broken
 with her and would not allow her daughters to have any further
 intercourse with her. A coolness had arisen even between the mother
-and the son. Cornelie saw no one now except Duco and, at times,
+and the son. Cornélie saw no one now except Duco and, at times,
 Urania Hope. The American girl came to her pretty often and told
-her about Belloni's, where the people talked about Cornelie and Duco
+her about Belloni's, where the people talked about Cornélie and Duco
 and commented on their relations. Urania was glad to think herself
-above that hotel gossip, but still she wanted to warn Cornelie. Her
+above that hotel gossip, but still she wanted to warn Cornélie. Her
 words displayed a simple spontaneity of friendship that appealed to
-Cornelie. When Cornelie, however, asked after the prince, she became
+Cornélie. When Cornélie, however, asked after the prince, she became
 silent and confused and evidently did not wish to say much. Then,
 after the court ball, at which the queen had really worn the dress
-embroidered with seed-pearls, Urania came and looked Cornelie up again
+embroidered with seed-pearls, Urania came and looked Cornélie up again
 and admitted, over a cup of tea, that she had that morning promised to
 go and see the prince at his own place. She said this quite simply,
-as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Cornelie was
+as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Cornélie was
 horrified and asked her how she could have promised such a thing.
 
 "Why not?" Urania replied. "What is there in it? I receive his
@@ -2948,7 +2913,7 @@ freely with our men friends. And what about yourself? You go for walks
 with Mr. van der Staal, you lunch with him, you go for trips with him,
 you go to his studio...."
 
-"I have been married," said Cornelie. "I am responsible to no one. You
+"I have been married," said Cornélie. "I am responsible to no one. You
 have your parents. What you are thinking of doing is imprudent and
 high-handed. Tell me, does the prince think of ... marrying you?"
 
@@ -2972,7 +2937,7 @@ in their set: no dances, no parties. If we got married, I should like
 him to come to America with me. Their home in the Abruzzi is a lonely,
 tumbledown castle. His father is a very proud, stand-offish, silent
 person. I have been told so by ever so many people. What am I to do,
-Cornelie? I'm very fond of Gilio: his name is Virgilio. And then, you
+Cornélie? I'm very fond of Gilio: his name is Virgilio. And then, you
 know, the title is an old Italian title: Principe di Forte-Braccio,
 Duca di San Stefano.... But then, you see, that's all there is
 to it. San Stefano is a hole. That's where his papa lives. They
@@ -2983,11 +2948,11 @@ cousin, the Contessa di Rosavilla, the lady in waiting to the queen,
 is nice ... but we shouldn't see her officially. I shouldn't be able
 to go anywhere. It does strike me as rather boring."
 
-Cornelie spoke vehemently, blazed out and repeated her phrases: against
+Cornélie spoke vehemently, blazed out and repeated her phrases: against
 marriage in general and now against this marriage in particular, merely
 for the sake of a title. Urania assented: it was merely for the title;
 but then there was Gilio too, of course: he was so nice and she was
-fond of him. But Cornelie didn't believe a word of it and told her
+fond of him. But Cornélie didn't believe a word of it and told her
 so straight out. Urania began to cry: she did not know what to do.
 
 "And when were you to go to the prince?"
@@ -3017,10 +2982,10 @@ CHAPTER XIX
 
 
 The undertaking which Urania had given was so vague, however,
-that Cornelie felt uneasy and spoke of it to Duco that evening,
+that Cornélie felt uneasy and spoke of it to Duco that evening,
 when she met him at the restaurant. But he was not interested
 in Urania, in what she did or didn't do; and he shrugged his
-shoulders indifferently. Cornelie, on the other hand, was silent
+shoulders indifferently. Cornélie, on the other hand, was silent
 and absent-minded and did not listen to what he was talking about:
 a side-panel of a triptych, undoubtedly by Lippo Memmi, which
 he had discovered in a little shop by the Tiber; the angel of the
@@ -3030,7 +2995,7 @@ in his hands. But the dealer asked two hundred lire for it and he
 did not want to give more than fifty. And yet the dealer had not
 mentioned Memmi's name, did not suspect that the angel was by Memmi.
 
-Cornelie was not listening; and suddenly she said:
+Cornélie was not listening; and suddenly she said:
 
 "I am going to the Palazzo Ruspoli."
 
@@ -3042,13 +3007,13 @@ He looked up in surprise:
 
 He was dumb with amazement and continued to look at her open-mouthed.
 
-"If she's not there," Cornelie went on, "it's all right. If she is, if
+"If she's not there," Cornélie went on, "it's all right. If she is, if
 she has gone after all, I'll ask to speak to her on urgent business."
 
 He did not know what to say, thinking her sudden idea so strange,
 so eccentric, thinking it so unnecessary that her curve should cross
 the curves of insignificant, indifferent people, that he did not know
-how to choose his words. Cornelie glanced at her watch:
+how to choose his words. Cornélie glanced at her watch:
 
 "It's past half-past nine. If she does go, she will go about this
 time."
@@ -3056,7 +3021,7 @@ time."
 She called the waiter and paid the bill. And she buttoned her coat
 and stood up. He followed after her:
 
-"Cornelie," he began, "isn't what you are doing rather strange? It'll
+"Cornélie," he began, "isn't what you are doing rather strange? It'll
 mean all sorts of worries for you."
 
 "If one always objected to being worried, one would never do a good
@@ -3086,7 +3051,7 @@ and referred to Urania's visit calmly and simply, as though it were
 an every-day occurrence for American girls to call on Italian princes
 in the evening and as though she were persuaded that the porter knew
 of this custom. The man was disconcerted by her attitude, bowed,
-took the card and went away. Cornelie and Duco waited in the portico.
+took the card and went away. Cornélie and Duco waited in the portico.
 
 He admired her calmness. He considered her behaviour eccentric; but
 she carried out her eccentricity with a self-assurance which once
@@ -3125,7 +3090,7 @@ urgent matter."
 She entered the drawing-room; Urania was there, blushing and
 embarrassed.
 
-"You understand," Cornelie said, with a smile, "that I would not have
+"You understand," Cornélie said, with a smile, "that I would not have
 disturbed you if it had not been important. A question between women
 ... and still important!" she continued, jestingly; and the prince
 made an insipid, gallant reply. "May I speak to Miss Hope alone for
@@ -3135,17 +3100,17 @@ The prince looked at her. He suspected unfriendliness in her and more,
 hostility. But he bowed, with his insipid smile, and said that he
 would leave the ladies to themselves. He went to another room.
 
-"What is it, Cornelie?" asked Urania, in agitation.
+"What is it, Cornélie?" asked Urania, in agitation.
 
-She took Cornelie's two hands and looked at her anxiously.
+She took Cornélie's two hands and looked at her anxiously.
 
-"Nothing," said Cornelie, severely. "I have nothing to say to you. Only
+"Nothing," said Cornélie, severely. "I have nothing to say to you. Only
 I had my suspicions and felt sure that you would not keep your
 promise. I wanted to make certain if you were here. Why did you come?"
 
 Urania began to weep.
 
-"Don't cry!" whispered Cornelie, mercilessly. "For God's sake don't
+"Don't cry!" whispered Cornélie, mercilessly. "For God's sake don't
 start crying. You've done the most thoughtless thing imaginable...."
 
 "I know I have!" Urania confessed, nervously, drying her tears.
@@ -3166,14 +3131,14 @@ start crying. You've done the most thoughtless thing imaginable...."
 you're compromising yourself. What if he doesn't respect you this
 evening as his future wife? What if he compels you to be his mistress?"
 
-"Cornelie! Don't!"
+"Cornélie! Don't!"
 
 "You're a child, a thoughtless child. And your father lets you travel
 by yourself ... to see 'dear old Italy!' You're an American and
 broad-minded: that's all right; to travel through the world pluckily
 on your own is all right; but you're not a woman, you're a baby!"
 
-"Cornelie...."
+"Cornélie...."
 
 "Come away with me; say that you're going with me ... for an urgent
 reason. Or no ... better say nothing. Stay. But I'll stay too."
@@ -3184,7 +3149,7 @@ reason. Or no ... better say nothing. Stay. But I'll stay too."
 
 "Yes."
 
-Cornelie rang the bell. A footman appeared.
+Cornélie rang the bell. A footman appeared.
 
 "Tell his excellency that we are ready."
 
@@ -3196,15 +3161,15 @@ but he remained very polite and outwardly calm:
 his hypocritical smile.
 
 "Yes; thank you very much for your discretion in leaving us to
-ourselves," said Cornelie. "Now that I have spoken to Miss Hope,
+ourselves," said Cornélie. "Now that I have spoken to Miss Hope,
 I am greatly relieved by what she has told me. Aha, you would like
 to know what we were talking about!"
 
-The prince raised his eyebrows. Cornelie had spoken archly, holding
+The prince raised his eyebrows. Cornélie had spoken archly, holding
 up her finger as though in threat, smiling; and the prince looked at
 her and saw that she was handsome. Not with the striking beauty and
 freshness of Urania Hope, but with a more complex attractiveness, that
-of a married woman, divorced, but very young; that of a fin-de-siecle
+of a married woman, divorced, but very young; that of a fin-de-siècle
 woman, with a faintly perverse expression in her deep grey eyes,
 moving under very long lashes; that of a woman of peculiar grace
 in the drooping lines of her tired, lax, morbid charm: a woman who
@@ -3221,7 +3186,7 @@ with him instead of one; and he jested in return, saying that he was
 consumed with curiosity, that he had been listening at the door but
 had been unable to catch a word, alas!
 
-Cornelie laughed with coquettish gaiety and looked at her watch. She
+Cornélie laughed with coquettish gaiety and looked at her watch. She
 said something about going, but sat down at the same time, unbuttoned
 her coat and said to the prince:
 
@@ -3231,30 +3196,30 @@ chance, may I see them?"
 The prince was willing, charmed by the look in her eyes, by her voice;
 he was all fire and flame in a second.
 
-"But," said Cornelie, "my escort is waiting outside in the portico. He
+"But," said Cornélie, "my escort is waiting outside in the portico. He
 would not come up: he doesn't know you. It is Mr. van der Staal."
 
 The prince laughed as he glanced at her. He knew of the gossip at
 Belloni's. He did not for a moment doubt the existence of a liaison
 between Van der Staal and Signora de Retz. He knew that they did not
-care for the proprieties. And he began to like Cornelie very much.
+care for the proprieties. And he began to like Cornélie very much.
 
 "But I will send to Mr. van der Staal at once to ask him to come up."
 
-"He is waiting in the portico," said Cornelie. "He won't like to...."
+"He is waiting in the portico," said Cornélie. "He won't like to...."
 
 "I'll go myself," said the prince, with obliging vivacity.
 
-He left the room. The ladies stayed behind. Cornelie took off her
+He left the room. The ladies stayed behind. Cornélie took off her
 coat, but kept on her hat, because her hair was sure to be untidy. She
 looked into the glass:
 
 "Have you your powder on you?" she asked Urania.
 
 Urania took her little ivory powder-box from her bag and handed it
-to Cornelie. And, while Cornelie powdered her face, Urania looked at
+to Cornélie. And, while Cornélie powdered her face, Urania looked at
 her friend and did not understand. She remembered the impression of
-seriousness which Cornelie had made on her at their first meeting:
+seriousness which Cornélie had made on her at their first meeting:
 studying Rome; afterwards, writing a pamphlet on the woman question
 and the position of divorced women. Then her warnings against marriage
 and the prince. And now she suddenly saw her as a most attractive,
@@ -3266,13 +3231,13 @@ and so much coquetry, with so much dignity and yet with a touch of
 yielding winsomeness, that she hardly knew her.
 
 But the prince had returned, bringing Duco with him. Duco was nervously
-reluctant, not knowing what had happened, not grasping how Cornelie had
+reluctant, not knowing what had happened, not grasping how Cornélie had
 acted. He saw her sitting quietly, smiling; and she at once explained
 that the prince was going to show her his miniatures.
 
 Duco declared flatly that he did not care for miniatures. The prince
 suspected from his irritable tone that he was jealous. And this
-suspicion incited the prince to pay attentions to Cornelie. And
+suspicion incited the prince to pay attentions to Cornélie. And
 he behaved as though he were showing his miniatures only to her,
 as though he were showing her his old lace. She admired the lace
 in particular and rolled it between her delicate fingers. She asked
@@ -3283,10 +3248,10 @@ up under her glance, and she laughed. Amid the atmosphere of that
 big drawing-room, his study--it contained his writing-table--with
 the candles lighted and flowers everywhere for Urania, a certain
 perverse gaiety began to reign, an airy joie de vivre. But only
-between Cornelie and the prince. Urania had fallen silent; and Duco
-did not speak a word. Cornelie was a revelation to him also. He had
+between Cornélie and the prince. Urania had fallen silent; and Duco
+did not speak a word. Cornélie was a revelation to him also. He had
 never seen her like that: not at the dance on Christmas Day, nor at
-the table-d'hote, nor in his studio, nor on their excursions, nor in
+the table-d'hôte, nor in his studio, nor on their excursions, nor in
 their restaurant. Was she a woman, or was she ten women?
 
 And he confessed to himself that he loved her, that he loved her
@@ -3320,7 +3285,7 @@ hunting for a title?"
 But he did not care: he thought the intruder charming, pretty, very
 pretty, coquettish, seductive, bewitching. He fussed around her,
 neglecting Urania, almost forgetting to fill her glass. And, when
-it grew late and Cornelie at last rose to go and drew Urania's arm
+it grew late and Cornélie at last rose to go and drew Urania's arm
 through hers and looked at the prince with a glance of triumph which
 they mutually understood, he whispered in her ear:
 
@@ -3329,7 +3294,7 @@ have defeated me: I acknowledge myself defeated."
 
 The words appeared to be merely an allusion to their jesting discussion
 about nothing; but, uttered between him and her, between the prince
-and Cornelie, they sounded full of meaning; and he saw the smile of
+and Cornélie, they sounded full of meaning; and he saw the smile of
 victory in her eyes....
 
 He remained behind in his room and poured himself out what remained of
@@ -3346,7 +3311,7 @@ the champagne. And, as he raised the glass to his lips, he said, aloud:
 CHAPTER XX
 
 
-Next day, when Duco met Cornelie at the osteria, she was very cheerful
+Next day, when Duco met Cornélie at the osteria, she was very cheerful
 and excited. She told him that she had already received a reply from
 the woman's paper to which she had sent her pamphlet the week before
 and that her work was not only accepted but would be paid for. She
@@ -3419,7 +3384,7 @@ The vetturino drove them through the Borgo to the Tiber and stopped
 outside a dark little old-curiosity-shop, where the wares lay heaped
 up right out into the street.
 
-"Cornelie!" Duco exclaimed, guessing.
+"Cornélie!" Duco exclaimed, guessing.
 
 "Your Lippo Memmi angel. I'm getting it for you. Not a word!"
 
@@ -3427,7 +3392,7 @@ The tears came to his eyes. They entered the shop.
 
 "Ask him how much he wants for it."
 
-He was too much moved to speak; and Cornelie had to ask the price
+He was too much moved to speak; and Cornélie had to ask the price
 and bargain. She did not bargain long: she bought the panel for a
 hundred and twenty lire. She herself carried it to the victoria.
 
@@ -3443,7 +3408,7 @@ because of her.
 
 And with a natural gesture he spread out his arms:
 
-"May I thank you, Cornelie?"
+"May I thank you, Cornélie?"
 
 And he embraced her; and she returned his kiss.
 
@@ -3563,11 +3528,11 @@ was about to be fulfilled....
 CHAPTER XXII
 
 
-A few days later, Cornelie was expecting a visit from the prince, who
+A few days later, Cornélie was expecting a visit from the prince, who
 had asked her for an appointment. She was sitting at her writing-table,
 correcting proofs of her article. A lamp on the writing-table cast
 a soft glow over her through a yellow silk shade; and she wore
-her tea-gown of white crepe de Chine, with a bunch of violets at
+her tea-gown of white crêpe de Chine, with a bunch of violets at
 her breast. Another lamp, on a pedestal, cast a second gleam from a
 corner; and the room flickered in cosy intimacy with the third light
 from the log-fire, falling over water-colours by Duco, sketches and
@@ -3891,7 +3856,7 @@ She looked at him and bowed her head in queenly assent:
 
 "Wherever you like."
 
-"In the Grand-Hotel?"
+"In the Grand-Hôtel?"
 
 "Ask Urania to come too."
 
@@ -3962,9 +3927,9 @@ detained her.
 CHAPTER XXIII
 
 
-Duco had at first wished to decline the invitation, but Cornelie
+Duco had at first wished to decline the invitation, but Cornélie
 said that she would think it pleasanter if he came. And it was an
-exquisite dinner in the restaurant of the Grand-Hotel and Cornelie
+exquisite dinner in the restaurant of the Grand-Hôtel and Cornélie
 had enjoyed herself exceedingly and looked most charming in an old
 yellow ball-dress, dating back to the first days of her marriage,
 which she had altered quickly here and there and draped with the
@@ -3981,22 +3946,22 @@ they thought; she was chaperoning the future princess; and she was
 very intimate with that young man, a Dutch painter, who was studying
 art in Italy. They had soon found out all that there was to know.
 
-Cornelie had thought it pleasant that they all looked at her; and
+Cornélie had thought it pleasant that they all looked at her; and
 she had flirted so obviously with the prince that Urania had become
-angry. And early next morning, while Cornelie was still in bed, no
+angry. And early next morning, while Cornélie was still in bed, no
 longer thinking of last night but pondering over a sentence in her
 pamphlet, the maid knocked, brought in her breakfast and letters and
-said that Miss Hope was asking to speak to her. Cornelie had Urania
+said that Miss Hope was asking to speak to her. Cornélie had Urania
 shown in, while she remained in bed and drank her chocolate. And
 she looked up in surprise when Urania at once overwhelmed her with
 reproaches, burst into sobs, scolded and raved, made a violent scene,
 said that she now saw through her and admitted that the marchesa had
-urged her to be careful of Cornelie, whom she described as a dangerous
-woman. Cornelie waited until she had had her say and replied coolly
+urged her to be careful of Cornélie, whom she described as a dangerous
+woman. Cornélie waited until she had had her say and replied coolly
 that she had nothing on her conscience, that on the contrary she had
 saved Urania and been of service to her as a chaperon, though she did
-not tell her that the prince had wanted her, Cornelie, to dine with
-him alone. But Urania refused to listen and went on ranting. Cornelie
+not tell her that the prince had wanted her, Cornélie, to dine with
+him alone. But Urania refused to listen and went on ranting. Cornélie
 looked at her and thought her vulgar in that rage of hers, talking
 her American English, as though she were chewing filberts; and at
 last she answered, calmly:
@@ -4052,7 +4017,7 @@ di San Stefano?"
 "I don't know yet what I myself want," said Urania, weeping. "I don't
 know, I don't know."
 
-Cornelie shrugged her shoulders:
+Cornélie shrugged her shoulders:
 
 "You're more sensible than I thought," she said.
 
@@ -4065,7 +4030,7 @@ Urania took her hand:
 
 "Which would you prefer, that I accepted Gilio ... or not?"
 
-Cornelie looked her straight in the eyes:
+Cornélie looked her straight in the eyes:
 
 "You're making yourself unhappy about nothing. You think--and
 the marchesa probably thinks with you--that I want to take Gilio
@@ -4100,7 +4065,7 @@ so much."
 
 "Very."
 
-"Are you going to marry him, Cornelie?"
+"Are you going to marry him, Cornélie?"
 
 "No, dear. I sha'n't marry again. I know what marriage means. Are
 you coming for a little walk with me? It's a fine day; and you have
@@ -4108,7 +4073,7 @@ upset me so with your little troubles that I can't do any work this
 morning. It's lovely weather: come along and buy some flowers in the
 Piazza di Spagna."
 
-They went and bought the flowers. Cornelie took Urania back to
+They went and bought the flowers. Cornélie took Urania back to
 Belloni's. As she walked away, on the road to the osteria for lunch,
 she heard somebody following her. It was the prince.
 
@@ -4120,7 +4085,7 @@ said. "Urania was just going home."
 "Of what?"
 
 "No more visits, no more joking, no more presents, no more dinners
-at the Grand-Hotel, no more champagne."
+at the Grand-Hôtel, no more champagne."
 
 "Why not?"
 
@@ -4128,7 +4093,7 @@ at the Grand-Hotel, no more champagne."
 
 "Is she jealous?"
 
-Cornelie described the scene to him:
+Cornélie described the scene to him:
 
 "And you mayn't even walk with me."
 
@@ -4152,7 +4117,7 @@ vocation."
 "Urania's a bore.... Tell me, what do you advise me to do? Shall I
 marry her?"
 
-Cornelie gave a peal of laughter:
+Cornélie gave a peal of laughter:
 
 "You both of you keep asking my advice!"
 
@@ -4235,7 +4200,7 @@ and his fingers trembled. She felt that he had something on his mind:
 
 "What is it?" she asked, kindly.
 
-"Cornelie," he said, excitedly, "I want to speak to you."
+"Cornélie," he said, excitedly, "I want to speak to you."
 
 "What about?"
 
@@ -4260,7 +4225,7 @@ shoe-strings. And you play with him, you jest with him, you flirt--let
 me speak--you flirt with him. What can he be to you, a coxcomb like
 that? What part can he play in your life? Let him marry Miss Hope:
 what do you care about either of them? What do inferior people matter
-to you, Cornelie? I despise them and so do you. I know you do. Then
+to you, Cornélie? I despise them and so do you. I know you do. Then
 why do you cross their lives? Let them live in the vanity of their
 titles and money: what is it all to you? I don't understand you. Oh,
 I know, you're not to be understood, all the woman part of you! And I
@@ -4305,7 +4270,7 @@ fence with you? Shake hands and stop being angry."
 
 She gave him her hand across the table and he pressed her fingers:
 
-"Cornelie," he said, softly. "Yes, I feel that you are loyal. Cornelie,
+"Cornélie," he said, softly. "Yes, I feel that you are loyal. Cornélie,
 will you be my wife?"
 
 She looked straight in front of her and drooped her head a little
@@ -4388,18 +4353,18 @@ CHAPTER XXV
 They did not alter their mode of life. Duco, however, after a
 scene with his mother, no longer slept at Belloni's but in a
 little room adjoining his studio and at first filled with trunks
-and lumber. Cornelie was sorry about the scene: she had always had
+and lumber. Cornélie was sorry about the scene: she had always had
 a liking for Mrs. van der Staal and the girls. But a certain pride
-arose in her; and Cornelie despised Mrs. van der Staal because she
+arose in her; and Cornélie despised Mrs. van der Staal because she
 was unable to understand either her or Duco. Still, she would have
 been pleased to prevent this coolness. At her advice Duco went to see
 his mother again, but she remained cool and sent him away. Thereupon
-Cornelie and Duco went to Naples. They did not do this by way of
-an elopement, they did it quite simply: Cornelie told Urania and
+Cornélie and Duco went to Naples. They did not do this by way of
+an elopement, they did it quite simply: Cornélie told Urania and
 the prince that she was going to Naples for a little while and that
 Van der Staal would probably follow her. She did not know Naples and
 would appreciate it greatly if Van der Staal showed her over the town
-and the surrounding country. Cornelie kept on her rooms in Rome. And
+and the surrounding country. Cornélie kept on her rooms in Rome. And
 they spent a fortnight of sheer, careless and immense happiness. Their
 love grew spacious and blossoming in the golden sunlight of Naples,
 on the blue gulfs of Amalfi, Sorrento, Capri and Castellamare, simply,
@@ -4436,13 +4401,13 @@ love with his love for Rome; she growing to love Rome because of
 him. And because of that charm they were surrounded by a sort of aura,
 through which they did not see ordinary life or meet ordinary people.
 
-At last, one afternoon, Urania found them both at home, in Cornelie's
+At last, one afternoon, Urania found them both at home, in Cornélie's
 room, the fire lighted, she smiling and gazing into the fire, he
 sitting at her feet and she with her arm round his neck. And they
 were evidently thinking of so little besides their own love that
 neither of them heard her knock and both suddenly saw her standing
 before them, like an unexpected reality. Their dream was over for that
-day. Urania laughed, Cornelie laughed and Duco pushed an easy-chair
+day. Urania laughed, Cornélie laughed and Duco pushed an easy-chair
 closer. And Urania, blithe, beautiful and brilliant, told them that
 she was engaged. Where on earth had they been hiding, she asked,
 inquisitively. She was engaged. She had been to San Stefano, she had
@@ -4462,12 +4427,12 @@ become a Catholic. That was a great nuisance! But the monsignori saw
 to everything and she allowed herself to be guided by them. And the
 Pope was to receive her in private audience, together with Gilio. The
 difficulty was what to wear at the audience: black, of course, but
-... velvet, satin? What did Cornelie advise her? She had such excellent
+... velvet, satin? What did Cornélie advise her? She had such excellent
 taste. And a black-lace veil on her head, with brilliants. She was
 going to Nice next day, with the marchesa and Gilio, to see their flat.
 
-When she was gone, after begging Cornelie to come and admire her
-trousseau, Cornelie said, with a smile:
+When she was gone, after begging Cornélie to come and admire her
+trousseau, Cornélie said, with a smile:
 
 "She is happy. After all, happiness is something different for
 everybody. A trousseau and a title would not make me happy."
@@ -4558,7 +4523,7 @@ she sat down beside him and leant her head on his shoulder; and they
 thought it out together. He sketched each figure in his procession
 of women separately and sought for the features and the modelling of
 the figures: some had the Mongolian aspect of Memmi's angel of the
-Annunciation, others Cornelie's slenderness and her later, fuller
+Annunciation, others Cornélie's slenderness and her later, fuller
 wholesomeness; he sought for the folds of the costumes: the women
 escaped from the violet dusk of the ruined city in pleated pepli;
 and farther on their garments altered as in a masquerade of the ages:
@@ -4567,7 +4532,7 @@ homespun of the workwomen, the caps of the nursing sisters, the attire
 becoming more modern as the wearer personified a more modern age. And
 in this grouping the draughtsmanship was so unsubstantial and sober,
 the transition from drooping folds to practical stiffness so careful
-and so gradual, that Cornelie hardly perceived the transition, that
+and so gradual, that Cornélie hardly perceived the transition, that
 she appeared to be contemplating one style, one fashion in dress,
 whereas each figure nevertheless was clad in a different stuff, of
 different cut, falling into different lines.... The drawing displayed
@@ -4617,7 +4582,7 @@ on high rocks, in the bright light, other figures, holding harps,
 called to her; but she went towards the depth, pushed by hands;
 in the abyss blossomed strange purple orchids, like mouths of love....
 
-When Cornelie came to his studio one morning, he had suddenly sketched
+When Cornélie came to his studio one morning, he had suddenly sketched
 this idea. It came upon her as a surprise, for he had not mentioned
 it to her: the idea had sprung up suddenly; the quick, spontaneous
 execution had not taken him an hour. He was almost apologizing to her
@@ -4646,7 +4611,7 @@ the Roman aristocracy, who however welcomed the wealthy American
 bride with a certain reserve. But, when the Prince and Princess
 di Forte-Braccio left for Nice, all distraction was at an end; and
 the days once more glided along the same gracious golden line. And
-Cornelie retained only one unpleasant recollection: her meeting during
+Cornélie retained only one unpleasant recollection: her meeting during
 those festive days with Mrs. van der Staal, who cut her persistently,
 turned her back on her and succeeded in conveying to her that the
 friendship was over. She had accepted the position; she had realized
@@ -4660,14 +4625,14 @@ little sad about it, because she liked Mrs. van der Staal and liked
 the two girls. But she quite understood: it had to be so; Mrs. van
 der Staal knew or suspected everything. Duco's mother could not act
 differently, though the prince and Urania, for friendship's sake,
-overlooked any liaison between Duco and Cornelie; though the Roman
+overlooked any liaison between Duco and Cornélie; though the Roman
 world during the wedding-festivities accepted them simply as friends,
 as acquaintances, as fellow-countrymen, whatever they might whisper,
 smiling, behind their fans. But now those festivities were over, now
 they had passed that point of contact with the world and people, now
 their golden line once more sloped gently and evenly before them....
 
-Then Cornelie, not thinking of the Hague at all, received a letter
+Then Cornélie, not thinking of the Hague at all, received a letter
 from the Hague. The letter was from her father and consisted of
 several sheets, which surprised her, for he never wrote. What she read
 startled her greatly, but did not at first dishearten her altogether,
@@ -4711,14 +4676,14 @@ with him. He had enough: a tiny patrimony; he made a little money
 in addition: there would be enough for the two of them. And they
 laughed and kissed and glanced round the studio. Duco slept in a
 small adjoining den, a sort of long wall-cupboard. And they glanced
-round to see what they could do. Cornelie knew: here, a curtain
+round to see what they could do. Cornélie knew: here, a curtain
 draped over a cord, with her wash-hand-stand behind it. That was
 all she needed, only that little corner: otherwise Duco would not
 have a good light. They were very merry and thought it a jolly, a
 capital idea. They went out at once, bought a little iron bedstead
 and a dressing-table and themselves hung up the curtain. Then they
 both went to pack the trunks in the Via di Serpenti ... and dined
-at the osteria. Cornelie suggested that they should dine at home now
+at the osteria. Cornélie suggested that they should dine at home now
 and then: it was cheaper. When they returned home, she was enchanted
 that her installation took up so little room, hardly six feet by six,
 with that little bed behind the curtain. They were very cheerful
@@ -4802,7 +4767,7 @@ CHAPTER XXVIII
 It was a couple of months after Easter, in the spring days of May. The
 flood of tourists had ebbed away immediately after the great church
 festivities; and Rome was already very hot and growing very quiet. One
-morning, when Cornelie was crossing the Piazza di Spagna, where the
+morning, when Cornélie was crossing the Piazza di Spagna, where the
 sunshine streamed along the cream-coloured front of the Trinita de'
 Monti and down the monumental staircase, where only a few beggars
 and the very last flower-boy sat dreaming with blinking eye-lids in
@@ -4870,7 +4835,7 @@ pocket-money. She controls everything, does everything. She knows
 exactly how much I lose at the club. Yes, you may laugh, but it's
 sad. Don't you see that I sometimes feel as if I could cry? And she has
 such queer notions. For instance, we have our flat at Nice and we keep
-on my rooms in the Palazzo Ruspoli, as a pied-a-terre in Rome. That's
+on my rooms in the Palazzo Ruspoli, as a pied-à-terre in Rome. That's
 enough: we don't come often to Rome, because we are 'black' and
 Urania thinks it dull. In the summer, we were to go here or there,
 to some watering-place. That was all right, that was settled. But now
@@ -4897,7 +4862,7 @@ he acquired shares in a Chicago stocking-factory?"
 There was no checking his flow of words. He felt profoundly unhappy,
 small, beaten, tamed, conquered, destroyed; and he had a need to ease
 his heart. They had passed the post-office and now retraced their
-steps. He looked for sympathy from Cornelie and found it in the smiling
+steps. He looked for sympathy from Cornélie and found it in the smiling
 attention with which she listened to his grievances. She replied that,
 after all, it showed that Urania had a real feeling for San Stefano.
 
@@ -5099,7 +5064,7 @@ should wound her:
 
 "Be kind," he said, "and dine with me this evening. I'm bored. I
 have no friends in Rome at the moment. Everybody is away. Not at the
-Grand-Hotel, but in a snug little restaurant, where they know me. I'll
+Grand-Hôtel, but in a snug little restaurant, where they know me. I'll
 come and fetch you at seven o'clock. Do be nice and come! For my sake!"
 
 He could not restrain his tears.
@@ -5131,7 +5096,7 @@ declared that the panel was not by Gentile da Fabriano: he remembered
 having seen it here."
 
 "The man's crazy," he replied. "Or else he is trying to get my Gentile
-for nothing.... Cornelie, I really can't sell it."
+for nothing.... Cornélie, I really can't sell it."
 
 "Well, Duco, then we'll think of something else," said she, laying
 her hand on his aching forehead.
@@ -5174,7 +5139,7 @@ She hummed a tune while she poured out the tea into an antique cup. She
 cut the bread-and-butter and brought it to him on the sofa. Then she
 sat down beside him, with her own cup in her hand.
 
-"Cornelie, hadn't we better lunch at the osteria?"
+"Cornélie, hadn't we better lunch at the osteria?"
 
 She laughed and showed him her empty purse:
 
@@ -5249,7 +5214,7 @@ he said; he was hungry....
 
 At seven o'clock there was a knock. He started up and opened the door;
 the prince entered. Duco's forehead clouded over; but the prince did
-not perceive it, in the twilit studio. Cornelie lit a lamp:
+not perceive it, in the twilit studio. Cornélie lit a lamp:
 
 "Scusi, prince," she said. "I am positively distressed: Duco does
 not care to go out--he has been working and is tired--and I had no
@@ -5264,16 +5229,16 @@ child, the entreaties of an indulged boy, he began to persuade Duco,
 who remained unwilling and sullen. At last Duco rose, shrugged
 his shoulders, but, with a compassionate, almost insulting smile,
 yielded. But he was unable to suppress his sense of unwillingness;
-his jealousy because of the quick repartees of Cornelie and the prince
+his jealousy because of the quick repartees of Cornélie and the prince
 remained unassuaged, like an inward pain. At the restaurant he was
 silent at first. Then he made an effort to join in the conversation,
-remembering what Cornelie had said to him on that momentous day at
+remembering what Cornélie had said to him on that momentous day at
 the osteria: that she loved him, Duco; that she did not even compare
 the prince with him; but ... that he was not cheerful or witty. And,
 conscious of his superiority because of that recollection, he displayed
 a smiling superciliousness towards the prince, for all his jealousy,
 condescending slightly and suffering his pleasantry and his flirtation,
-because it amused Cornelie, that clashing interplay of swift words
+because it amused Cornélie, that clashing interplay of swift words
 and short, parrying phrases, like the dialogue in a French comedy.
 
 
@@ -5286,7 +5251,7 @@ CHAPTER XXX
 
 
 The prince was to leave for San Stefano next day; and early in the
-morning Cornelie sent him the following letter:
+morning Cornélie sent him the following letter:
 
 
 
@@ -5320,7 +5285,7 @@ let him into our little secret.
 "Once more, my best and most sincere thanks.
 
 
-"Cornelie de Retz."
+"Cornélie de Retz."
 
 
 
@@ -5334,7 +5299,7 @@ The porter bowed respectively and confidentially:
 "An hour ago, signora. His excellency left a letter and a parcel for
 me to give you if you should call. Permit me to fetch them."
 
-He went away and soon returned; he handed Cornelie the parcel and
+He went away and soon returned; he handed Cornélie the parcel and
 the letter.
 
 She walked down a side-street turning out of the Corso, opened the
@@ -5367,7 +5332,7 @@ of favour.
 
 
 
-Cornelie opened the parcel and found a velvet case containing a
+Cornélie opened the parcel and found a velvet case containing a
 bracelet in the Etruscan style: a narrow gold band set with pearls
 and sapphires.
 
@@ -5381,7 +5346,7 @@ CHAPTER XXXI
 
 
 In those hot May days, the big studio facing north was cool while the
-town outside was scorching. Duco and Cornelie did not go out before
+town outside was scorching. Duco and Cornélie did not go out before
 nightfall, when it was time to think of dining somewhere. Rome was
 quiet: Roman society had fled; the tourists had migrated. They saw
 nobody and their days glided past. He worked diligently; The Banners
@@ -5498,10 +5463,10 @@ CHAPTER XXXII
 Urania wrote most charmingly. She said that they were having a very
 quiet time with the old prince at San Stefano, as they were not
 inviting visitors because the castle was too gloomy, too shabby, too
-lonely, but that she would think it most delightful if Cornelie would
+lonely, but that she would think it most delightful if Cornélie would
 come and spend a few weeks with them. She added that she would send
 Mr. van der Staal an invitation as well. The letter was addressed
-to the Via dei Serpenti and forwarded to Cornelie from there. She
+to the Via dei Serpenti and forwarded to Cornélie from there. She
 understood from this that Gilio had not mentioned that she was living
 in Duco's studio and she understood also that Urania accepted their
 liaison without criticizing it....
@@ -5509,20 +5474,20 @@ liaison without criticizing it....
 The Banners had been dispatched to London; and, now that Duco was
 no longer working, a slight indolence and a vague boredom hung about
 the studio, which was still cool, while the town was scorching. And
-Cornelie wrote to Urania that she was very glad to accept and promised
+Cornélie wrote to Urania that she was very glad to accept and promised
 to come in a week's time. She was pleased that she would meet no
 other guests at the castle, for she had no dresses for a country-house
 visit. But with her usual tact she freshened up her wardrobe, without
 spending much money. This took up all the intervening days; and she
 sat sewing while Duco lay on the sofa and smoked cigarettes. He also
-had accepted, because of Cornelie and because the district around the
+had accepted, because of Cornélie and because the district around the
 Lake of San Stefano, which was overlooked by the castle, attracted
-him. He promised Cornelie with a smile not to be so stiff. He would
+him. He promised Cornélie with a smile not to be so stiff. He would
 do his best to make himself agreeable. He looked down rather haughtily
 on the prince. He considered him a scallywag, but no longer a bounder
 or a cad. He thought him childish, but not base or ignoble.
 
-Cornelie went off. He took her to the station. In the cab she kissed
+Cornélie went off. He took her to the station. In the cab she kissed
 him fondly and told him how much she would miss him during those few
 days. Would he come soon? In a week? She would be longing for him:
 she could not do without him. She looked deep into his eyes, which
@@ -5540,7 +5505,7 @@ unimportant-looking little brown wooden box was lying between their
 feet: it was the supreme unction, which they were taking to a dying
 person.
 
-The peasant entered into conversation with Cornelie, asked if she was
+The peasant entered into conversation with Cornélie, asked if she was
 a foreigner: English, no doubt? The old peasant-woman offered her a
 tangerine orange.
 
@@ -5593,7 +5558,7 @@ visited only in the winter by day-trippers, who came from Rome to
 see the cathedral and the castle and tasted the wine of the country
 at the osteria.
 
-When Cornelie alighted, she at once saw the prince.
+When Cornélie alighted, she at once saw the prince.
 
 "How sweet of you to come and look us up in our eyrie!" he cried,
 in rapture, eagerly pressing her two hands.
@@ -5638,7 +5603,7 @@ perfumed breath that hung stiflingly in the windless atmosphere of
 light, between the lake and the sky.
 
 The prince, happy and vivacious, talked a great deal, pointed this
-way and that with his whip, clicked at the horses, asked Cornelie
+way and that with his whip, clicked at the horses, asked Cornélie
 questions, asked if she did not admire the landscape. Slowly, straining
 the muscles of their hind-legs, the horses drew the carriage up the
 ascent. The castle lay massive, huddling close to the ground. The
@@ -5647,7 +5612,7 @@ a fitful breeze blew away some of the orange-blossom breath. The road
 became broad, easy and level. The castle lay extended like a fortress,
 like a town, behind its pinnacled walls, with gate within gate. They
 drove in, across a courtyard, under an archway into a second courtyard,
-under a second archway with a third courtyard. And Cornelie received
+under a second archway with a third courtyard. And Cornélie received
 a sensation of awe, a vision of pillars, arches, statues, arcades
 and fountains. They alighted.
 
@@ -5655,20 +5620,20 @@ Urania ran out to meet her, embraced her, welcomed her affectionately
 and took her up the stairs and through the passages to her room. The
 windows were open; she looked out at the lake and the town and the
 cathedral. And Urania kissed her again and made her sit down. And
-Cornelie was struck by the fact that Urania had grown thin and had lost
+Cornélie was struck by the fact that Urania had grown thin and had lost
 her former brilliant beauty of an American girl, with the unconscious
 look of a cocotte in her eyes, her smile and her clothes. She was
 changed. She had "gone off" a little and was no longer so pretty,
 as though her good looks had been a short-lived pretence, consisting
 of freshness rather than line. But, if she had lost her bloom, she
 had gained a certain distinction, a certain style, something that
-surprised Cornelie. Her gestures were quieter, her voice was softer,
+surprised Cornélie. Her gestures were quieter, her voice was softer,
 her mouth seemed smaller and was not always splitting open to display
 her white teeth; her dress was exceedingly simple: a blue skirt and a
-white blouse. Cornelie found it difficult to realize that the young
+white blouse. Cornélie found it difficult to realize that the young
 Princess di Forte-Braccio, Duchess di San Stefano, was Miss Urania
 Hope of Chicago. A slight melancholy had come over her, which became
-her, even though she was less pretty. And Cornelie reflected that
+her, even though she was less pretty. And Cornélie reflected that
 she must have some sorrow, which had smoothed her angles, but that
 she was also tactfully accommodating herself to her entirely novel
 environment. She asked Urania if she was happy. Urania said yes,
@@ -5684,7 +5649,7 @@ stockinet-manufacturer. She had seen that she was not the only one who,
 though she was now a princess and duchess, was accepted on sufferance
 and only for her millions: there were others like herself. She had
 formed no friendships. People came to her parties and dances: they
-were frere et compagnon and hand and glove with Gilio; the women
+were frère et compagnon and hand and glove with Gilio; the women
 called him by his Christian name, laughed and flirted with him and
 seemed quite to approve of him for marrying a few millions. To Urania
 they were just barely civil, especially the women: the men were not
@@ -5703,7 +5668,7 @@ but she kept these at a distance; and Gilio approved. And what had
 Gilio said when she once complained of her grievance to him? That she,
 by displaying tactfulness, would certainly conquer her position, but
 with great patience and after many, many years. She was now crying,
-with her head on Cornelie's shoulder: oh, she reflected, she would
+with her head on Cornélie's shoulder: oh, she reflected, she would
 never conquer them, those haughty women! What after all was she,
 a Hope, compared with all those celebrated families, which together
 made up the ancient glory of Italy and which, like the Massimos,
@@ -5717,10 +5682,10 @@ brother to stay with her, a nice boy of seventeen, who had come over
 for her wedding and travelled about Europe a little before returning
 to his farm in the Far West. He was her darling, he consoled her;
 but he would be gone in a few weeks. And then what would she have
-left? Oh, how glad she was that Cornelie had come! And how well she
+left? Oh, how glad she was that Cornélie had come! And how well she
 was looking, prettier than she had ever seen her look! Van der Staal
 had accepted: he would be here in a week. She asked, in a whisper,
-were they not going to get married? Cornelie answered positively no;
+were they not going to get married? Cornélie answered positively no;
 she was not marrying, she would never marry again. And, in a sudden
 burst of candour, unable to conceal things from Urania, she told
 her that she was no longer living in the Via dei Serpenti, that she
@@ -5728,23 +5693,23 @@ was living in Duco's studio. Urania was startled by this breach of
 every convention; but she regarded her friend as a woman who could
 do things which another could not. So it was only their happiness
 and friendship, she whispered, as though frightened, and without
-the sanction of society? Urania remembered Cornelie's imprecations
+the sanction of society? Urania remembered Cornélie's imprecations
 against marriage and, formerly, against the prince. But she did like
 Gilio a little now, didn't she? Oh, she, Urania, would not be jealous
-again! She thought it delightful that Cornelie had come; and Gilio,
+again! She thought it delightful that Cornélie had come; and Gilio,
 who was bored, had also looked forward so to her arrival. Oh, no,
 Urania was no longer jealous!
 
-And, with her head on Cornelie's shoulder and her eyes still full
+And, with her head on Cornélie's shoulder and her eyes still full
 of tears, she seemed merely to ask for a little friendship, a little
 affection, a few kind words and caresses, this wealthy American child
-who now bore the title of an ancient Italian house. And Cornelie
+who now bore the title of an ancient Italian house. And Cornélie
 felt for her because she was suffering, because she was no longer
 a small insignificant person, whose line of life happened to cross
 her own. She took her in her arms, comforted her, the weeping little
 princess, as with a new friendship; she accepted her in her life as a
 friend, no longer as a small insignificant person. And, when Urania,
-staring wide-eyed, remembered Cornelie's warning, Cornelie treated that
+staring wide-eyed, remembered Cornélie's warning, Cornélie treated that
 warning lightly and said that Urania ought to show more courage. Tact,
 she possessed, innate tact. But she must be courageous and face life
 as it came....
@@ -5754,7 +5719,7 @@ open window. The bells of the cathedral were pealing through the air;
 the cathedral rose in noble pride from out of a very low huddle of
 roofs, a gigantic cathedral for so small a town, an immense symbol
 of ecclesiastical dominion over the roof-tops of the little town
-kneeling in reverence. And the awe which had filled Cornelie in the
+kneeling in reverence. And the awe which had filled Cornélie in the
 courtyard, among the arcades, statues and fountains, inspired her anew,
 because glory and grandeur, dying but not dead, mouldering but not
 spent, seemed to loom dimly from the mystic blue of the lake, from
@@ -5763,7 +5728,7 @@ to the castle, where at an open window stood a young foreign woman,
 discouraged, although that phantom of glory and grandeur needed her
 millions in order to endure for a few more generations....
 
-"It is beautiful and stately, all this past," thought Cornelie. "It
+"It is beautiful and stately, all this past," thought Cornélie. "It
 is great. But still it is no longer anything. It is a phantom. For
 it is gone, it is all gone, it is but a memory of proud and arrogant
 nobles, of narrow souls that do not look towards the future."
@@ -5782,10 +5747,10 @@ her eyes, between the lake and the sky.
 CHAPTER XXXIII
 
 
-Cornelie had changed her dress and now left her room. She went down
+Cornélie had changed her dress and now left her room. She went down
 the corridor and saw nobody. She did not know the way, but walked
 on. Suddenly a wide staircase fell away before her, between two
-rows of gigantic marble candelabra; and Cornelie came to an atrio
+rows of gigantic marble candelabra; and Cornélie came to an atrio
 which opened over the lake. The walls, with frescoes by Mantegna,
 representing feats of bygone San Stefanos, supported a cupola which,
 painted with sky and clouds, appeared as though it were open to the
@@ -5835,7 +5800,7 @@ sorrow lingered, like a melancholy of hopeless, conquered exasperation,
 a slow decline of greatness and magnificence; between the masterpieces
 of the most famous painters mournful empty spaces yawned, the witnesses
 of pinching penury, spaces once occupied by pictures that had once
-and even lately been sold for fortunes. Cornelie remembered something
+and even lately been sold for fortunes. Cornélie remembered something
 about a law-suit some years ago, an attempt to send some Raphaels
 across the frontier, in defiance of the law, and to sell them in
 Berlin.... And Gilio led her hurriedly through the spectral halls,
@@ -5867,7 +5832,7 @@ lapsed into the melancholy of all but grey lustre: it was effaced,
 erased, obliterated, as though the dusty ages had cast a shadow over
 it, had woven a web across it.
 
-"How beautiful!" said Cornelie.
+"How beautiful!" said Cornélie.
 
 "Our famous bridal chamber," said the prince, laughing. "It was a
 strange idea of those old people, to spend the first night in such
@@ -5885,7 +5850,7 @@ family tradition?"
 "No, we attached very little importance to that ... nor do we
 nowadays...."
 
-"It's glorious," Cornelie repeated, locking around her. "Duco will
+"It's glorious," Cornélie repeated, locking around her. "Duco will
 think it perfectly glorious. Oh, prince, I never saw such a room! Look
 at Venus over there, with the wounded Adonis, his head in her lap,
 the nymphs lamenting! It is a fairy-tale."
@@ -6104,12 +6069,12 @@ the Marchesa Belloni.
 CHAPTER XXXIV
 
 
-Urania asked Cornelie to come in, because it was not healthy out of
+Urania asked Cornélie to come in, because it was not healthy out of
 doors now, at sunset, with the misty exhalations from the lake. The
 marchesa bowed coldly and stiffly, pinched her eyes together and
-pretended not to remember Cornelie very well.
+pretended not to remember Cornélie very well.
 
-"I can understand that," said Cornelie, smiling acidly. "You see
+"I can understand that," said Cornélie, smiling acidly. "You see
 different boarders at your pension every day and I stayed for a much
 shorter time than you reckoned on. I hope that you soon disposed
 of my rooms again, marchesa, and that you suffered no loss through
@@ -6137,19 +6102,19 @@ and called it the Palazzo Belloni.
 an aristocratic air, "I remember you now ... although I've forgotten
 your name. A friend of the Princess Urania, I believe? I am glad to
 see you again, very glad.... And what do you think of your friend's
-marriage?" she asked, as she went up the stairs beside Cornelie,
+marriage?" she asked, as she went up the stairs beside Cornélie,
 between Mino da Fiesole's marble candelabra.
 
 Gilio, still angry and flushed and not at all calmed by the kiss, had
-moved away. Urania had run on ahead. The marchesa knew of Cornelie's
+moved away. Urania had run on ahead. The marchesa knew of Cornélie's
 original opposition, of her former advice to Urania; and she was
-certain that Cornelie had acted in this way because she herself had had
+certain that Cornélie had acted in this way because she herself had had
 views on Gilio. There was a note of triumphant irony in her question.
 
-"I think it was made in Heaven," Cornelie replied, in a bantering
+"I think it was made in Heaven," Cornélie replied, in a bantering
 tone. "I believe there is a blessing on their marriage."
 
-"The blessing of his holiness," said the marchesa, naively, not
+"The blessing of his holiness," said the marchesa, naïvely, not
 understanding.
 
 "Of course: the blessing of his holiness ... and of Heaven."
@@ -6189,7 +6154,7 @@ it would be lucrative."
 
 "What do you know about it? What are you thinking of?"
 
-"I? Nothing!" Cornelie answered, coolly. "But I have second sight. I
+"I? Nothing!" Cornélie answered, coolly. "But I have second sight. I
 sometimes suddenly see a thing. So keep on friendly terms with me and
 don't pretend again to forget an old boarder.... Is this the Princess
 Urania's room? You go in first, marchesa; after you...."
@@ -6217,7 +6182,7 @@ of their cornucopias--was half old, half modern, not always perfect in
 taste or pure in tone, with here and there a few hideously commonplace
 modern ornaments, here and there some modern comfort that clashed
 with the rest, but still cosy, inhabited and Urania's home. A
-young man rose from a chair and Urania introduced him to Cornelie
+young man rose from a chair and Urania introduced him to Cornélie
 as her brother. Young Hope was a strongly-built, fresh-looking boy
 of eighteen; he was still in his bicycling-suit: it didn't matter,
 said his sister, just to drink a cup of tea. Laughing, she stroked
@@ -6229,18 +6194,18 @@ with the youthfulness of a young Yankee farmer who, notwithstanding
 the millions of "old man Hope," worked on his farm, way out in the Far
 West, to make his own fortune; he looked so strange in this ancient
 San Stefano, within view of that severely symbolical cathedral,
-against this background of old tapestries. And suddenly Cornelie
+against this background of old tapestries. And suddenly Cornélie
 was impressed still more strangely by the new young princess. Her
 name--her American name of Urania--had a first-rate sound: "the
 Princess Urania" sounded unexpectedly well. But the little young wife,
 a trifle pale, a trifle sad, with her clipping American accent,
-suddenly struck Cornelie as somewhat out of place amid the faded
-glories of San Stefano. Cornelie was continually forgetting that
+suddenly struck Cornélie as somewhat out of place amid the faded
+glories of San Stefano. Cornélie was continually forgetting that
 Urania was Princess di Forte-Braccio: she always thought of her
 as Miss Hope. And yet Urania possessed great tact, great ease of
 manner, a great power of assimilation. Gilio had entered; and the
 few words which she addressed to her husband were, quite naturally,
-almost dignified ... and yet carried, to Cornelie's ears, a sound
+almost dignified ... and yet carried, to Cornélie's ears, a sound
 of resigned disillusionment which made her pity Urania. She had from
 the beginning felt a vague liking for Urania; now she felt a fonder
 affection. She was sorry for this child, the Princess Urania. Gilio
@@ -6253,7 +6218,7 @@ had him with her now as a reminder of home, a reminder of Chicago;
 she almost clung to him. But for the rest she was surrounded by the
 depressing gloom of the immense castle, the neglected glory of its
 ancient stateliness, the conceit of that aristocratic pride, which
-could do without her but not without her millions. And for Cornelie
+could do without her but not without her millions. And for Cornélie
 she had lost all her absurdity as an American parvenue and, on the
 contrary, had acquired an air of tragedy, as of a young sacrificial
 victim. How alien they were as they sat there, the young princess
@@ -6261,13 +6226,13 @@ and her brother, with his muscular calves!
 
 Urania displayed her portfolio of drawings and designs: the ideas
 of a young Roman architect for restoring the castle. And she became
-excited, with a flush in her cheeks, when Cornelie asked her if
+excited, with a flush in her cheeks, when Cornélie asked her if
 so much restoration would really be beautiful. Urania defended her
 architect. Gilio smoked cigarettes with an air of indifference; he was
 in a bad temper. The marchesa sat like an idol, with her leonine head
-and the crystals sparkling in her ears. She was afraid of Cornelie and
+and the crystals sparkling in her ears. She was afraid of Cornélie and
 promised herself to be on her guard. A major-domo came and announced
-to the princess that dinner was served. And Cornelie recognized old
+to the princess that dinner was served. And Cornélie recognized old
 Giuseppe from the Pension Belloni, the old archducal major-domo, who
 had once dropped a spoon, according to Rudyard's story. She looked
 at Urania with a laugh and Urania blushed:
@@ -6279,7 +6244,7 @@ number of servants had to be increased in any case. He is enjoying
 a pleasant old age here, poor dear old Giuseppe.... There, Bob,
 now you haven't dressed!"
 
-"She's a dear child," thought Cornelie, while they all rose and
+"She's a dear child," thought Cornélie, while they all rose and
 Urania gently reproached her brother, as she would a spoiled boy,
 for coming down to dinner in his knickerbockers.
 
@@ -6319,13 +6284,13 @@ others approached him with the greatest respect: first the marchesa;
 then Urania, whom he kissed on the forehead, very slowly, as though
 he were consecrating her; then Gilio, who submissively kissed his
 father's hand. The old man nodded to young Hope, who bowed, and
-glanced towards Cornelie. Urania presented her. And the prince said
+glanced towards Cornélie. Urania presented her. And the prince said
 a few amiable words to her, as though he were granting an audience,
-and asked her if she liked Italy. When Cornelie had replied, Prince
+and asked her if she liked Italy. When Cornélie had replied, Prince
 Ercole sat down and handed his skull-cap to Giuseppe, who took it with
 a deep bow. Then they all sat down: the marchesa and the chaplain
-opposite Prince Ercole, who sat between Cornelie and Urania; Gilio
-next to Cornelie; Bob Hope next to his sister:
+opposite Prince Ercole, who sat between Cornélie and Urania; Gilio
+next to Cornélie; Bob Hope next to his sister:
 
 "My legs don't show," he whispered.
 
@@ -6335,7 +6300,7 @@ Giuseppe, revivified in his former dignity, standing at a sideboard,
 solemnly filled the plates with soup. He was back in his element; he
 was obviously grateful to Urania; he wore a distinguished air, as of
 one whose mind is at peace, and looked like an elderly diplomatist in
-his dress-coat. He amused Cornelie, who thought of Belloni's, where
+his dress-coat. He amused Cornélie, who thought of Belloni's, where
 he used to become impatient when the visitors were late at meals and
 to rail at the young greenhorns of waiters whom the marchesa engaged
 for economy's sake. When the two footmen had handed round the soup,
@@ -6347,7 +6312,7 @@ fell more oppressively, like a haze of black velvet. Then Prince Ercole
 addressed the marchesa. And turn by turn he addressed them all, with a
 kindly, condescending dignity, in French and Italian. The conversation
 became a little more general, but the old prince continued to lead
-it. And Cornelie noticed that he was very civil to Urania. But she
+it. And Cornélie noticed that he was very civil to Urania. But she
 remembered Gilio's words:
 
 "Papa nearly had a stroke, because old Hope haggled over Urania's
@@ -6363,7 +6328,7 @@ increment of vitality; a spectral parasite who had sold his depreciated
 symbols to gratify the vanity of a new commercial house, but who, in
 his distinction, had been no match for the merchant's cunning. Their
 title of princess and duchess for less than three million lire! Papa
-had almost had a stroke, Gilio had said. And Cornelie, during the
+had almost had a stroke, Gilio had said. And Cornélie, during the
 measured, affable stiffness of the conversation led by Prince Ercole,
 looked from the old prince and duke, seventy years of age, to the
 breezy young Far-Westerner, aged eighteen, and from him to Prince
@@ -6396,12 +6361,12 @@ stiffly and affably, always led by Prince Ercole. The dinner came to
 an end; and Prince Ercole rose from his chair. Giuseppe handed him his
 skull-cap; every one said good-night to him; the doors were opened
 and Prince Ercole withdrew, leaning on his chaplain's arm. Gilio,
-still angry, disappeared. The marchesa, still terrified of Cornelie,
+still angry, disappeared. The marchesa, still terrified of Cornélie,
 also disappeared, making the jettatura at her in the folds of her
-dress. And Urania took Cornelie and Bob back with her to her own
+dress. And Urania took Cornélie and Bob back with her to her own
 drawing-room. They all three breathed again. They all talked freely, in
 English: the boy said in despair that he wasn't getting enough to eat,
-that he dared not eat enough to stay his hunger; and Cornelie laughed,
+that he dared not eat enough to stay his hunger; and Cornélie laughed,
 thinking him jolly, because of his wholesomeness, while Urania hunted
 out some biscuits for him and a piece of cake left over from tea and
 promised that he should have some cold meat and bread before they
@@ -6426,14 +6391,14 @@ like toadstools. She was now building the hostel for the old people,
 finding work on the estate for the young and healthy and looking after
 the neglected children; she had built a new school-house. She talked
 about all this very simply, while cutting cake for her brother Bob,
-who was tucking in after his formal dinner. She asked Cornelie to
+who was tucking in after his formal dinner. She asked Cornélie to
 come with her one morning to see how the albergo was progressing,
 to see the new school, run by two priests who had been recommended
 to her by the monsignori.
 
 Through the pointed windows the town loomed faintly in the depths
 below; and the lines of the cathedral rose high into the sultry,
-star-spangled night. And Cornelie thought to herself:
+star-spangled night. And Cornélie thought to herself:
 
 "It was not only for a shadow and an unsubstantial shade that she came
 here, the rich American who thought titles 'so nice,' the child who
@@ -6442,7 +6407,7 @@ album now that she is a 'black' princess--the girl who used to trip
 through the Forum in her white-serge tailor-made, without understanding
 either ancient Rome or the dawn of the new future."
 
-And, as Cornelie went to her own room through the silent heavy darkness
+And, as Cornélie went to her own room through the silent heavy darkness
 of the Castle of San Stefano, she thought:
 
 "I write, but she acts. I dream and think; but she teaches the
@@ -6465,11 +6430,11 @@ greatness, which oppressed her as with the weight of the centuries.
 CHAPTER XXXVI
 
 
-Next morning Urania's maid was showing Cornelie through a maze of
+Next morning Urania's maid was showing Cornélie through a maze of
 galleries to the garden, where breakfast was to be served, when she
 met Gilio on the stairs. The maid turned back.
 
-"I still need a guide to find my way," Cornelie laughed.
+"I still need a guide to find my way," Cornélie laughed.
 
 He grunted some reply.
 
@@ -6485,7 +6450,7 @@ like in you."
 
 He mumbled something.
 
-"Good-bye, prince," said Cornelie, curtly.
+"Good-bye, prince," said Cornélie, curtly.
 
 And she turned to go away.
 
@@ -6588,11 +6553,11 @@ a haze of blue gossamer floated over the hills, in the heart of which,
 as though surrounded by a gently fluted basin, the lake was sunk like
 an oval goblet.
 
-"Oh, how beautiful it is here!" cried Cornelie, delightedly.
+"Oh, how beautiful it is here!" cried Cornélie, delightedly.
 
 Breakfast was a sunny and cheerful meal, after yesterday's dark and
 gloomy dinner. Urania talked vivaciously about her albergo, which
-she was going to visit presently with Cornelie, Gilio recovered his
+she was going to visit presently with Cornélie, Gilio recovered his
 amiability and Bob ate heartily. And, when Bob went off bicycling,
 Gilio even accompanied the ladies to the town. They drove at a
 foot-pace in a landau down the castle road. The sun grew hotter and
@@ -6602,9 +6567,9 @@ spaces like walls, into which the sun poured its light. The coachman
 pulled up outside the partly-finished albergo. They all alighted;
 the contractor approached ceremoniously; the perspiring masons looked
 round at the prince and princess. The heat was stifling. Gilio kept
-on wiping his forehead and sheltered under Cornelie's parasol. But
+on wiping his forehead and sheltered under Cornélie's parasol. But
 Urania was all vivacity and interest; quick and full of energy
-in her white-pique costume, with her white sailor-hat under her
+in her white-piqué costume, with her white sailor-hat under her
 white sun-shade, she tripped along planks, past heaps of bricks and
 cement and tubs full of mortar, accompanied by her contractor. She
 made him explain things, proffered advice, disagreed with him at
@@ -6613,7 +6578,7 @@ measurements and refused to accept the contractor's assurance that
 she would like the measurements as the building progressed; she shook
 her head and impressed this and that upon him, all in a quick, none
 too correct, broken Italian, which she chewed between her teeth. But
-Cornelie thought her charming, attractive, every inch the Princess di
+Cornélie thought her charming, attractive, every inch the Princess di
 Forte-Braccio. There was not a doubt about it. While Gilio, fearful
 of dirtying his light flannel suit and brown shoes with the mortar,
 remained in the shadow of her parasol, puffing and blowing with the
@@ -6625,7 +6590,7 @@ had she acquired her powers of assimilation? Where did she get this
 love for San Stefano, this love for its poor? How had the American
 girl picked up this talent for filling her new and exalted position
 so worthily? Gilio thought her admirabile and whispered as much to
-Cornelie. He was not blind to her good qualities. He thought Urania
+Cornélie. He was not blind to her good qualities. He thought Urania
 splendid, excellent; she always astounded him. No Italian woman of his
 own set would have been like that. And they liked her. The servants
 at the castle loved her. Giuseppe would have gone through fire and
@@ -6638,11 +6603,11 @@ much and was so good to them in their poverty.
 But he puffed and blowed. He knew nothing about bricks, beams
 and measurements and did not understand where Urania had got that
 technical sense from. She was indefatigable. She went all over the
-works, while he cast up his eyes to Cornelie in entreaty. And at
+works, while he cast up his eyes to Cornélie in entreaty. And at
 last, speaking in English, he begged his wife in Heaven's name to come
 away. They went back to the carriage; the contractor took off his hat,
 the workmen raised their caps with an air of mingled gratitude and
-independence. And they drove to the cathedral, which Cornelie wanted
+independence. And they drove to the cathedral, which Cornélie wanted
 to see. Urania showed her round. Gilio asked to be excused and went
 and sat on the steps of the altar, with his hands hanging over his
 knees, to cool himself.
@@ -6658,9 +6623,9 @@ CHAPTER XXXVII
 
 A week had passed. Duco had arrived. After the solemn dinner in
 the gloomy dining-room, where Duco had been presented to Prince
-Ercole, the summer evening, when Cornelie and Duco went outside,
+Ercole, the summer evening, when Cornélie and Duco went outside,
 was like a dream. The castle was already wrapped in heavy repose;
-but Cornelie had made Giuseppe give her a key. And they went out,
+but Cornélie had made Giuseppe give her a key. And they went out,
 to the pergola. The stars dusted the night sky with a pale radiance;
 and the moon crowned the hill-tops and shimmered faintly in the mystic
 depths of the lake. A breath of sleeping roses was wafted from the
@@ -6671,7 +6636,7 @@ the town and behind the windows of the castle; the caryatides and
 hermes--the satyrs and nymphs--slept, as they bore the leafy roof
 of the pergola, in the enchanted attitudes of the servants of the
 Sleeping Beauty. A cricket chirped, but fell silent the moment that
-Duco and Cornelie approached. And they sat down on an antique bench;
+Duco and Cornélie approached. And they sat down on an antique bench;
 and she flung her arms about his body and nestled against him:
 
 "A week!" she whispered. "A whole week since I saw you, Duco,
@@ -6747,7 +6712,7 @@ and the marchesa, to hear mass said by the chaplain in the private
 chapel of the castle. After that, he did not know what to do with
 his time. He had gone bicycling once or twice with Bob Hope, but the
 young Far-Westerner had too much energy for him, like Bob's sister,
-Urania. He flirted and argued a little with Cornelie, but secretly he
+Urania. He flirted and argued a little with Cornélie, but secretly he
 was still offended and angry with himself and her. He remembered her
 first arrival that evening at the Palazzo Ruspoli, when she came and
 disturbed his rendez-vous with Urania. And in the camera degli sposi
@@ -6789,10 +6754,10 @@ violence of his thwarted passion. In the boredom of that villeggiatura,
 to which his wife forced him in her new love for their ruined eyrie,
 his hatred and the thought of his revenge formed an occupation for
 his empty brains. Outwardly he was the same as usual and flirted with
-Cornelie, flirted even more than usual, to annoy Van der Staal. And,
+Cornélie, flirted even more than usual, to annoy Van der Staal. And,
 when his cousin, the Countess di Rosavilla--his "white" cousin, the
 lady-in-waiting to the queen--came to spend a few days with them,
-he flirted with her too and tried to provoke Cornelie's jealousy. He
+he flirted with her too and tried to provoke Cornélie's jealousy. He
 failed in this, however, and consoled himself with the countess,
 who made up to him for his disappointment. She was no longer a young
 woman, but represented the cold, sculptured Juno type, with a rather
@@ -6802,7 +6767,7 @@ world; and her reputation for gallantry was generally known. She
 had never had a liaison with Gilio that lasted for longer than an
 hour. She had very simple ideas on love, without much variety. Her
 light-hearted depravity amused Gilio. And, flirting in the corners,
-with his foot on hers under her skirt, Gilio told her about Cornelie,
+with his foot on hers under her skirt, Gilio told her about Cornélie,
 about Duco and about the adventure in the camera degli sposi and asked
 his cousin whether she understood. No, the Countess di Rosavilla did
 not understand it any too well either. Temperament? Oh, yes, perhaps
@@ -6810,7 +6775,7 @@ she--questa Cornelia--preferred fair men to dark: there were women
 who had a preference! And Gilio laughed. It was so simple, l'amore;
 there wasn't very much to be said about it.
 
-Cornelie was glad that Gilio had the countess to amuse him. She and
+Cornélie was glad that Gilio had the countess to amuse him. She and
 Duco interested themselves in Urania's plans; Duco had long talks with
 the architect. And he was indignant and advised them not to rebuild
 so much in that undistinguished restoration manner: it was lacking
@@ -6820,7 +6785,7 @@ Urania was disconcerted, but Duco went on, interrupted the architect,
 advised him to build up only what was actually falling to pieces, and,
 so far as possible, to confine himself to underpinning, reinforcing
 and preserving. And one morning Prince Ercole deigned to walk through
-the long rooms with Duco, Urania and Cornelie. There was a great deal
+the long rooms with Duco, Urania and Cornélie. There was a great deal
 to be done, Duco considered, by merely repairing and artistically
 arranging what at present stood thoughtlessly huddled together.
 
@@ -6870,7 +6835,7 @@ leafy roof. He uttered a curse and stole indoors again. He walked
 down the corridors on tiptoe and listened at Van der Staal's door. He
 heard nothing, but perhaps Van der Staal was asleep?...
 
-Gilio, however, crept along another corridor and listened at Cornelie's
+Gilio, however, crept along another corridor and listened at Cornélie's
 door. He held his breath.... Yes, there was a sound of voices. They
 were together! Together! He clenched his fists and walked away. But
 why did he excite himself? He knew all about their relations. Why
@@ -6912,7 +6877,7 @@ that I am not disturbing you with my unexpected company?"
 His tremulous voice sounded so spiteful and aggressive that they
 could not doubt the violence of his anger.
 
-"Not at all, prince!" replied Cornelie, recovering her
+"Not at all, prince!" replied Cornélie, recovering her
 composure. "Though I can't imagine what you are doing here, at
 this hour."
 
@@ -6932,7 +6897,7 @@ this hour."
 
 "If you were not my host, I would strike you in the face...."
 
-Cornelie caught Duco by the arm; the prince cursed and clenched
+Cornélie caught Duco by the arm; the prince cursed and clenched
 his fists.
 
 "Prince," she said, "you have obviously come to pick a quarrel with
@@ -6955,9 +6920,9 @@ I hate him!..."
 
 And, blind with rage, he flew at Duco's throat. The attack was so
 unexpected that Duco stumbled. They both wrestled furiously. All their
-hidden antipathy broke forth in fury. They did not hear Cornelie's
+hidden antipathy broke forth in fury. They did not hear Cornélie's
 entreaties, they struck each other with their fists, they grappled with
-arms and legs, breast to breast. Then Cornelie saw something flash. In
+arms and legs, breast to breast. Then Cornélie saw something flash. In
 the moonlight she saw that the prince had drawn a knife. But the very
 movement was an advantage to Duco, who gripped his wrist as in a vice,
 forced him to the ground and, pressing his knee on Gilio's chest,
@@ -6997,7 +6962,7 @@ hand."
 
 Duco put out his hand; Gilio pressed it:
 
-"Forgive me," he said, bowing before Cornelie. "I have insulted you."
+"Forgive me," he said, bowing before Cornélie. "I have insulted you."
 
 "No," said she, "I do not forgive you."
 
@@ -7050,7 +7015,7 @@ first to reach his room.
 
 "I will light you to your room," said the prince, meekly.
 
-He struck a second match and accompanied Cornelie to her door. Here
+He struck a second match and accompanied Cornélie to her door. Here
 he fell on his knees:
 
 "Forgive me," he whispered, with a sob in his throat.
@@ -7094,13 +7059,13 @@ another. Then, with eyes still moist, he fell asleep like a child.
 CHAPTER XL
 
 
-Urania sobbed nervously in Cornelie's arms when she told the young
+Urania sobbed nervously in Cornélie's arms when she told the young
 princess that she was leaving that morning. She and Duco were alone
 with Urania in Urania's own drawing-room.
 
 "What has happened?" she sobbed.
 
-Cornelie told her of the previous evening:
+Cornélie told her of the previous evening:
 
 "Urania," she said, seriously, "I know I am a coquette. I thought it
 pleasant to talk with Gilio; call it flirting, if you like. I never
@@ -7150,7 +7115,7 @@ the bank, and they all say that Prince Ercole is right. My money is
 good enough for them, but I am not good enough for their old jewels,
 the jewels of their grandmother!"
 
-"That's a shame!" said Cornelie.
+"That's a shame!" said Cornélie.
 
 "It's the truth!" sobbed Urania. "Oh, do make it up, stay a little
 longer, for my sake!..."
@@ -7179,7 +7144,7 @@ Rome is ill, that I am going to look after her and that Van der Staal
 is taking me back because I am nervous travelling. I don't care what
 Prince Ercole thinks."
 
-"Cornelie...."
+"Cornélie...."
 
 "Darling, I really haven't another moment. Kiss me and forgive me. And
 think of me sometimes. Good-bye. We have had a delightful time together
@@ -7210,7 +7175,7 @@ In the train, in the scorching morning heat, they were silent; and
 they found Rome as it were bursting out of its houses in the blazing
 sunshine. The studio, however, was cool, solitary and peaceful.
 
-"Cornelie," said Duco, "tell me what happened between you and the
+"Cornélie," said Duco, "tell me what happened between you and the
 prince. Why did you strike him?"
 
 She pulled him down on the sofa, threw herself on his neck and told him
@@ -7288,7 +7253,7 @@ thought that she had done right not to mention the thousand lire to
 him, but she did not defend herself. It meant useless words; and she
 felt too happy to talk about money.
 
-"Cornelie," he said, "let us get married."
+"Cornélie," he said, "let us get married."
 
 She looked at him in dismay, startled out of her blissfulness:
 
@@ -7316,7 +7281,7 @@ friend you have."
 
 He kissed her:
 
-"Really, Cornelie, it is better that we should get married. Then
+"Really, Cornélie, it is better that we should get married. Then
 nobody can insult you again as the prince dared to do."
 
 "He has narrow-minded notions: how can you want to get married for
@@ -7336,7 +7301,7 @@ always to lead your own existence, without any sense of community."
 you are this morning! And this while I'm lying up against you so
 deliciously, to rest after all that excitement and the hot journey."
 
-"Seriously, Cornelie, let us get married."
+"Seriously, Cornélie, let us get married."
 
 She snuggled against him a little nervously, displeased because he
 persisted and because he was forcibly dissipating her blissful mood:
@@ -7381,7 +7346,7 @@ years later would she understand that unwillingness.
 
 "No, Duco, it is better not."
 
-"Think it over, Cornelie."
+"Think it over, Cornélie."
 
 "It is better not," she repeated, obstinately. "Please, don't let us
 talk about it any more. It is better not, but I think it so horrid
@@ -7425,7 +7390,7 @@ it. Don't you think it dreadful, that we no longer have it?"
 He agreed; he also loved and missed his Banners. And he hunted
 with her among the other studies and sketches. But, apart from the
 unconscious woman, there was nothing that was clear enough to him to
-elaborate. And Cornelie would not have him finish the unconscious
+elaborate. And Cornélie would not have him finish the unconscious
 woman: no, she didn't like those shelving lines.... But after that
 he found some sketches of landscape-studies, of clouds and skies over
 the Campagna, Venice and Naples....
@@ -7462,7 +7427,7 @@ Money, however, remained scarce. Duco sold a water-colour once in
 a way, but at times they had to resort to the sale of a curio. And
 it always went to Duco's heart to part with anything that he had
 collected. They had few needs, but the time would come when the rent of
-the studio fell due. Cornelie sometimes wrote an article or a sketch
+the studio fell due. Cornélie sometimes wrote an article or a sketch
 and bought out of the proceeds what she needed for her wardrobe. She
 possessed a certain knack of putting on her clothes, a talent for
 looking smart in an old, worn blouse. She was fastidious about her
@@ -7471,14 +7436,14 @@ wear an old hat, with an old walking-dress a pair of fresh gloves;
 and she wore everything with a certain air of smartness. At home, in
 her pink tea-gown, which had lost its colour, the lines of her figure
 were so charming that Duco was constantly sketching her. They hardly
-ever went to a restaurant now. Cornelie cooked something at home,
+ever went to a restaurant now. Cornélie cooked something at home,
 invented easy recipes, fetched a fiasco of wine from the nearest
 olio e vino, where the cab-drivers sat drinking at little tables;
 and they dined better and more cheaply than at the osteria. And Duco,
 now that he no longer bought things from the dealer in antiques on
 the Tiber, spent nothing at all. But money remained scarce. Once,
 when they had sold a silver crucifix for far less than it was worth,
-Cornelie was so dejected that she sobbed on Duco's breast. He consoled
+Cornélie was so dejected that she sobbed on Duco's breast. He consoled
 her, caressed her and declared that he didn't care much about the
 crucifix. But she knew that the crucifix was a very fine piece of
 work by an unknown sixteenth-century artist and that he was very
@@ -7501,7 +7466,7 @@ used to live with her at Belloni's. But she refused to hear either
 of marriage or of an allowance from his mother, even as he refused
 to take money from Urania. How often had Urania not offered to help
 them! He had never consented; he was even angry when Urania had given
-Cornelie a blouse which Cornelie accepted with a kiss.
+Cornélie a blouse which Cornélie accepted with a kiss.
 
 No, it couldn't go on like this: they had better part; she must go
 back to Holland and seek employment. It was easier in Holland than
@@ -7561,7 +7526,7 @@ CHAPTER XLIII
 
 She wrote regularly to Urania, in Switzerland, at Ostend; and
 Urania always wrote back very kindly and offered her assistance. But
-Cornelie always declined, afraid of hurting Duco. She, for herself,
+Cornélie always declined, afraid of hurting Duco. She, for herself,
 felt no such scruples, especially now that it was being borne in
 upon her that she would not be able to work. But she understood those
 scruples in Duco and respected them. For her own part, however, she
@@ -7588,7 +7553,7 @@ they supported each other's strength.
 September came and October; and Urania wrote that they were coming
 back to San Stefano, to spend a couple of months there before going
 for the winter to Nice. And one morning Urania arrived unexpectedly
-in the studio. She found Cornelie alone: Duco had gone to an
+in the studio. She found Cornélie alone: Duco had gone to an
 art-dealer's. They exchanged affectionate greetings:
 
 "I am so glad to see you again!" Urania prattled, gaily. "I am glad to
@@ -7596,27 +7561,27 @@ be back in Italy and to put in a little more time at San Stefano. And
 is everything as it used to be, in your cosy studio? Are you happy? Oh,
 I need not ask!"
 
-And she hugged and kissed Cornelie, like a child, still lacking the
+And she hugged and kissed Cornélie, like a child, still lacking the
 strength of mind to condemn her friend's too free existence, especially
 now, after her own summer at Ostend. They sat beside each other on
-the couch, Cornelie in her old tea-gown, which she wore with her own
+the couch, Cornélie in her old tea-gown, which she wore with her own
 peculiar grace, and the young princess in her pale-grey tailor-made,
 which clung to her figure in a very up-to-date manner and rustled
 with heavy silk lining, and a hat with black feathers and silver
 spangles. Her jewelled fingers toyed with a very long watch-chain
-which she wore round her neck: the latest freak of fashion. Cornelie
+which she wore round her neck: the latest freak of fashion. Cornélie
 was able to admire without feeling envious and made Urania stand up
 and turn round in front of her, approved of the cut of her skirt,
 said that the hat looked sweet on her and examined the watch-chain
 attentively. And she plunged into these matters of chiffons: Urania
-described the dresses at Ostend; Urania admired Cornelie's old
-tea-gown; Cornelie smiled:
+described the dresses at Ostend; Urania admired Cornélie's old
+tea-gown; Cornélie smiled:
 
 "Especially after Ostend, eh?" she laughed, merrily.
 
-But Urania meant it seriously: Cornelie wore it with such chic! And,
+But Urania meant it seriously: Cornélie wore it with such chic! And,
 changing the topic, she said that she wanted to speak very seriously,
-that perhaps she knew of something for Cornelie, now that Cornelie
+that perhaps she knew of something for Cornélie, now that Cornélie
 would never accept her, Urania's, assistance. At Ostend she had made
 the acquaintance of an old American lady, Mrs. Uxeley, a regular
 type. She was ninety years of age and lived at Nice in the winter. She
@@ -7626,7 +7591,7 @@ flirted. People laughed at her but accepted her because of her money
 and her splendid entertainments. All the cosmopolitan colony visited
 her at Nice. Urania produced an Ostend casino-paper and read out
 a journalistic account of a ball at Ostend, in which Mrs. Uxeley
-was called la femme la plus elegante d'Ostende. The journalist
+was called la femme la plus élégante d'Ostende. The journalist
 had been paid so much for it; everybody laughed and was amused by
 it. Mrs. Uxeley was a caricature, but with enough tact to get herself
 taken seriously. Well, Mrs. Uxeley was looking for somebody. She always
@@ -7634,12 +7599,12 @@ had a lady companion with her, a girl, a young woman; and already
 numberless ladies had succeeded one another in her employ. She had
 had cousins living with her, distant cousins, very distant cousins and
 total strangers. She was tiresome, capricious, impossible; everybody
-knew that. Would Cornelie care to try it? Urania had already discussed
-it with Mrs. Uxeley and recommended her friend. Cornelie did not feel
+knew that. Would Cornélie care to try it? Urania had already discussed
+it with Mrs. Uxeley and recommended her friend. Cornélie did not feel
 greatly attracted, but thought it worth thinking over. Mrs. Uxeley's
 companion was staying on till November, when the old thing went back
 through Paris to Nice. And at Nice they would see so much of each
-other, Cornelie and Urania. But Cornelie thought it terrible to leave
+other, Cornélie and Urania. But Cornélie thought it terrible to leave
 Duco. She did not think that it would ever work. They were so attached
 to each other, so used to each other. From the money point of view
 it would be excellent--an easy life which attracted her, after that
@@ -7650,7 +7615,7 @@ withheld her. She told Urania to put the old lady off, to let her look
 out for somebody else. She could not do it. What use to her was such a
 life--socially dependent, though financially independent--without Duco?
 
-And, when Urania was gone--she was going on to San Stefano--Cornelie
+And, when Urania was gone--she was going on to San Stefano--Cornélie
 was glad that she had at once declined that stupid, easy life of
 dependence as companion to a rich old dotard. She glanced round the
 studio. She loved it with its precious colours, its noble antiques
@@ -7692,7 +7657,7 @@ CHAPTER XLIV
 
 
 But the life of constraint returned, the hovering hands reappeared,
-like a gentle mysterious force. Cornelie wept bitterly and admitted
+like a gentle mysterious force. Cornélie wept bitterly and admitted
 to herself and admitted to Duco: it could not go on any longer. At
 one moment they had not enough to pay the rent of the studio and
 had to apply to Urania. Gaps showed in the studio, colours vanished,
@@ -7767,38 +7732,38 @@ through the window. She went on, stopping nowhere, only alighting to
 change trains. Though hungry, she had not the energy to order food at
 the stations. She ate nothing and drank nothing. She travelled a day
 and a night and arrived at Nice late the following evening. Urania was
-at the station and was startled to see Cornelie look grey and sallow,
+at the station and was startled to see Cornélie look grey and sallow,
 dead-tired, with hollow eyes. And she was most charming: she took
-Cornelie home with her, looked after her for some days, made her stay
+Cornélie home with her, looked after her for some days, made her stay
 in bed and went herself to tell Mrs. Uxeley that her friend was too
-unwell to report herself. Gilio came for a moment to pay Cornelie his
+unwell to report herself. Gilio came for a moment to pay Cornélie his
 respects; and she could not do other than thank him for these days
 of hospitality and care under his roof. And the young princess was
-like a sister, was like a mother and fed Cornelie up with milk and
-eggs and strengthening medicines. Cornelie let her do as she liked,
+like a sister, was like a mother and fed Cornélie up with milk and
+eggs and strengthening medicines. Cornélie let her do as she liked,
 remained limp and indifferent and ate to please Urania. After a few
 days, Urania said that Mrs. Uxeley was coming to call that afternoon,
 being anxious to see her new companion. Mrs. Uxeley was alone now,
-but could wait until Cornelie's recovery. Cornelie dressed herself as
+but could wait until Cornélie's recovery. Cornélie dressed herself as
 well as she could and with Urania awaited the old lady's arrival. She
 entered gushingly, with a torrent of words; and, in the dim light of
-Urania's drawing-room, Cornelie was unable to realize that she was
-ninety years old. Urania winked at Cornelie, who only smiled faintly
+Urania's drawing-room, Cornélie was unable to realize that she was
+ninety years old. Urania winked at Cornélie, who only smiled faintly
 in return: she was afraid of this first interview. But Mrs. Uxeley, no
-doubt because Cornelie was a friend of the Princess di Forte-Braccio,
+doubt because Cornélie was a friend of the Princess di Forte-Braccio,
 was very easy-mannered, very pleasant and free of all condescension
-towards her future companion; she enquired after Cornelie's health in
+towards her future companion; she enquired after Cornélie's health in
 a wearisome profusion of little exclamations and sentences and bits of
-advice. Cornelie, in the twilight of the lace-shaded standard-lamps,
+advice. Cornélie, in the twilight of the lace-shaded standard-lamps,
 took her in with a glance and saw a woman of fifty, with the little
 wrinkles carefully powdered over, in a mauve-velvet gown embroidered
 with dull gold and spangles and beads. On the brown, waved chignon was
 a hat with a white aigrette. Her jewels kept on sparkling, because
 she was very fussy, very restless in her movements. She now took
-Cornelie's hands and began to talk more confidentially. So Cornelie
+Cornélie's hands and began to talk more confidentially. So Cornélie
 would come the day after to-morrow. Very well. She was accustomed to
 pay a hundred dollars a month, or five hundred francs, never less,
-but also never more. But she could understand that Cornelie would
+but also never more. But she could understand that Cornélie would
 want something now, for new clothes: would she order what she wanted
 at this address and have it put down to Mrs. Uxeley's account? A
 couple of ball-dresses, two or three less dressy evening-frocks,
@@ -7808,14 +7773,14 @@ simpering through her long-handled lorgnette, but meanwhile leaning
 hard on her sunshade, working herself with a muscular effort along
 the stick of her sunshade, with a sudden twitch of rheumatism which
 uncovered all sorts of wrinkles. Urania saw her to the hall and came
-back shrieking with laughter; and Cornelie also laughed, but only
+back shrieking with laughter; and Cornélie also laughed, but only
 listlessly. She really didn't care: she was more amazed at Mrs. Uxeley
 than amused. Ninety years old! What an energy, worthy of a better
-object, to remain elegant: la femme la plus elegante d'Ostende!
+object, to remain elegant: la femme la plus élégante d'Ostende!
 
 Ninety years old! How the woman must suffer, during the hours of her
 long toilet, while she was being made up into that caricature! Urania
-said that it was all false: the hair, the bust. And Cornelie felt a
+said that it was all false: the hair, the bust. And Cornélie felt a
 loathing at having to live for the future beside this woman, as though
 beside an ignominy. In the happiness of her love, a great part of her
 energy had become relaxed, as though their dual happiness--Duco's and
@@ -7891,7 +7856,7 @@ of unlived actions and gestures, performed according to the will of
 others. In the mornings she went to Mrs. Uxeley in her boudoir and
 read her the French and American papers and sometimes a few pages of
 a French novel. She humbly did her best. Mrs. Uxeley thought that she
-read very nicely, only she said that Cornelie must cheer up a bit,
+read very nicely, only she said that Cornélie must cheer up a bit,
 that her melancholy days were over now. Duco was never mentioned and
 Mrs. Uxeley behaved as though she knew nothing. The great boudoir
 looked through the open balcony-windows over the sea, where, on the
@@ -7911,9 +7876,9 @@ crackle-china. In the daylight she seemed hardly alive, looked like
 an automatic, jointed, stiff-limbed doll, which spoke and moved
 mechanically. She was always a trifle tired in the mornings, from
 never sleeping at night; after eleven she took a little nap. She
-observed a strict regime; and her doctor, who called daily, seemed
+observed a strict régime; and her doctor, who called daily, seemed
 to revive her a little every day, to enable her to hold out until
-the evening. In the afternoon she drove out, alighted at the Jetee,
+the evening. In the afternoon she drove out, alighted at the Jetée,
 paid her visits. But in the evening she revived with a trace of real
 life, dressed, put on her jewels and recovered her exuberance, her
 little exclamations and simpers. Then came the dances, the parties,
@@ -7929,37 +7894,37 @@ every three weeks, after which she gradually revived again.
 
 Her fussy conversation was limited to a constantly recurrent discussion
 of all sorts of family-matters, with appropriate annotations. She
-explained to Cornelie all the family-connections of her friends,
+explained to Cornélie all the family-connections of her friends,
 American and European, but she enlarged more particularly
 upon the great European families which she numbered among her
-acquaintances. Cornelie could never listen to what she was saying
+acquaintances. Cornélie could never listen to what she was saying
 and forgot the pedigrees again at once. It was sometimes unendurably
 tedious to have to listen for so long; and only for this reason,
-as though she were forced to it, Cornelie found the energy to talk
+as though she were forced to it, Cornélie found the energy to talk
 a little herself, to relate an anecdote, to tell a story. When she
 saw that the old woman was very fond of anecdotes, riddles and puns,
 she collected as many as she could from the Vie parisienne and the
 Journal pour rire and kept them ready to hand. And Mrs. Uxeley thought
 her very entertaining. Once, as she noticed Duco's daily letter, she
-referred to it; and Cornelie suddenly discovered that the old lady
+referred to it; and Cornélie suddenly discovered that the old lady
 was devoured with curiosity. Then she quietly told her the truth:
 her marriage, her divorce, her independent ideas, her meeting and
 her life with Duco. The old woman was a little disappointed because
-Cornelie spoke so simply about it all. She merely advised her to live
+Cornélie spoke so simply about it all. She merely advised her to live
 discreetly and correctly now. What people said about former incidents
 did not matter so very much. But there must be no occasion for gossip
-now. Cornelie promised meekly. And Mrs. Uxeley showed her her albums,
+now. Cornélie promised meekly. And Mrs. Uxeley showed her her albums,
 with her own photographs, dating back to her young days, and the
 photographs of all sorts of men. And she told her about this friend
 and that friend and, vain-gloriously, allowed the suggestion of a very
 lurid past to peep through. But she had always lived discreetly and
-correctly. That was her pride. And what Cornelie had done was wrong....
+correctly. That was her pride. And what Cornélie had done was wrong....
 
 The hour or so from eleven to half-past twelve was a relief. Then the
 old woman regularly went to sleep--her only sleep in the twenty-four
-hours--and Urania came to fetch Cornelie for a drive or a walk along
+hours--and Urania came to fetch Cornélie for a drive or a walk along
 the Promenade or to sit in the Jardin Public. And it was the only
-moment when Cornelie more or less appreciated her new-found luxury and
+moment when Cornélie more or less appreciated her new-found luxury and
 took pleasure in the gratification of her vanity. The passers-by turned
 round to stare at the two young and pretty women in their exquisite
 serge frocks, with their fashionable headgear withdrawn in the twilight
@@ -7967,8 +7932,8 @@ of their sunshades, and admired the Princess di Forte-Braccio's glossy
 victoria, irreproachable liveries and spanking greys.
 
 Gilio maintained a reserved and respectful attitude towards
-Cornelie. He was polite but kept a courteous distance when he joined
-the two ladies for a moment in the gardens or on the Jetee. After
+Cornélie. He was polite but kept a courteous distance when he joined
+the two ladies for a moment in the gardens or on the Jetée. After
 the night in the pergola, after the sudden flash of his angry knife,
 she was afraid of him, afraid also because she had lost much of her
 courage and haughtiness. But she could not answer him more coldly
@@ -8016,7 +7981,7 @@ CHAPTER XLV
 It was all severely regulated, as by rule, and there was no possibility
 of the least alteration: everything was done in accordance with a fixed
 law. The reading of the newspaper; her hour and a half to herself;
-then lunch. After lunch, the drive, the Jetee, the visits; every
+then lunch. After lunch, the drive, the Jetée, the visits; every
 day, those visits and afternoon teas. Once in a way, a dinner-party;
 and in the evening generally a dance, a reception or a theatre. She
 made new acquaintances by the score and forgot them again at once
@@ -8035,7 +8000,7 @@ and made much of Gilio, but accorded to his wife no more than the
 civility which was her due as Princess di Forte-Braccio, without ever
 forgetting that she was once Miss Hope. And for Urania this contempt
 was more difficult to put up with than for herself. For she accepted
-her role as the companion. She always kept an eye on Mrs. Uxeley,
+her rôle as the companion. She always kept an eye on Mrs. Uxeley,
 constantly joined her for a minute in the course of the evening,
 fetched a fan which Mrs. Uxeley had left in the next room or did her
 this or that trifling service. Then she would sit down, against the
@@ -8078,10 +8043,10 @@ position, apparently by using the greatest diplomacy, but in reality
 quite naturally and easily. While Mrs. Uxeley's egoism was flattered
 by her little attentions--always dutifully remembered and paid with a
 charming air of maternal solicitude, in contrast to which Mrs. Uxeley
-thought it delightful to simper like a young girl--Cornelie gradually
+thought it delightful to simper like a young girl--Cornélie gradually
 gathered a court of men around her in the evenings; and the women
 became insipidly civil. Urania often told her how clever she thought
-her, how much tact she displayed. Cornelie shrugged her shoulders:
+her, how much tact she displayed. Cornélie shrugged her shoulders:
 it all happened of itself; and really she did not care. But still,
 gradually, she recovered some of her cheerfulness. When she saw
 herself standing in the glass, she had to confess to herself that
@@ -8093,17 +8058,17 @@ had become heavier, her arms more rounded; and, though her features no
 longer wore the look of radiant happiness which they had worn in Rome,
 her mocking smile and her negligent irony gave her a certain attraction
 for those unknown men, something more alluring and provoking than
-the greatest coquetry would have been. And Cornelie had not wished
+the greatest coquetry would have been. And Cornélie had not wished
 for this; but, now that it came of itself, she accepted it. It was
 foreign to her nature to refuse it. And, besides, Mrs. Uxeley was
-pleased with her. Cornelie had such a pretty way of whispering to her:
+pleased with her. Cornélie had such a pretty way of whispering to her:
 
 "Dear lady, you were in such pain yesterday. Don't you think you
 ought to go home a little earlier to-night?"
 
 And then Mrs. Uxeley would simper like a girl who was being admonished
 by her mother not to dance too much that evening. She loved these
-little ways of Cornelie's; and Cornelie, with careless indifference,
+little ways of Cornélie's; and Cornélie, with careless indifference,
 gave her what she wanted. And those evenings amused her more than they
 did at first; only, the amusement was combined with self-reproach
 as soon as she thought of Duco, of their separation, of Rome, of
@@ -8120,12 +8085,12 @@ CHAPTER XLVI
 
 
 Two months had passed like this. It was January; and these were busy
-days for Cornelie, because Mrs. Uxeley was soon to give one of her
-celebrated evenings and Cornelie's free hours in the morning were
+days for Cornélie, because Mrs. Uxeley was soon to give one of her
+celebrated evenings and Cornélie's free hours in the morning were
 now taken up with running all sorts of errands. Urania generally
 drove with her; and she came to rely upon Urania. They had to go to
 upholsterers, to pastry-cooks, to florists and to jewellers, where
-Cornelie and Urania selected presents for the cotillon. Mrs. Uxeley
+Cornélie and Urania selected presents for the cotillon. Mrs. Uxeley
 never went out for this, but occupied herself with every trifling
 indoor detail; and there were endless discussions, followed by more
 drives to the shops, for the old lady was anything but easy to please,
@@ -8133,18 +8098,18 @@ vain as she was of her fame as a hostess and afraid of losing it
 through the least omission.
 
 During one of these drives, as the victoria was turning into the Avenue
-de la Gare, Cornelie started so violently that she clutched Urania's
+de la Gare, Cornélie started so violently that she clutched Urania's
 arm and could not restrain an exclamation. Urania asked her what she
 had seen, but she was unable to speak and Urania made her get out at a
 confectioner's to drink a glass of water. She was very nearly fainting
 and looked deathly pale. She was not able to continue her errands; and
 they drove back to Mrs. Uxeley's villa. The old lady was displeased at
 this sudden fainting-fit and grumbled so that Urania went off alone
-to complete the errands. After lunch, however, Cornelie felt better,
+to complete the errands. After lunch, however, Cornélie felt better,
 made her apologies and accompanied Mrs. Uxeley to an afternoon tea.
 
 Next day, when she was sitting with Mrs. Uxeley and a couple of
-friends on the Jetee, she seemed to see the same thing again. She
+friends on the Jetée, she seemed to see the same thing again. She
 turned as white as a sheet, but retained her composure and laughed
 and talked merrily.
 
@@ -8160,13 +8125,13 @@ down to her waist. In her hand--she was not yet gloved--she held a
 gold-knobbed cane, which was indispensable when she wanted to rise. And
 it was only when she rose that she showed her age, when she worked
 herself erect by muscular efforts, with that look of pain in her face,
-with that twinge of rheumatism which shot through her. Cornelie, not
+with that twinge of rheumatism which shot through her. Cornélie, not
 yet dressed, after a last glance through the villa, blazing with light,
 swooning with flowers, hurried to her room and, already feeling tired,
 dropped into the chair in front of her dressing-table, to have her
 hair done quickly. She was irritable and told the maid to hurry. She
 was just ready when the first guests arrived and she was able to join
-Mrs. Uxeley. And the carriages rolled up. Cornelie, at the top of the
+Mrs. Uxeley. And the carriages rolled up. Cornélie, at the top of the
 monumental staircase, looked down into the hall, where the people
 were streaming in, the ladies in their long evening-wraps--almost
 more expensive even than their dresses--which they carefully gave up
@@ -8199,11 +8164,11 @@ Arnoldson was to sing. The music-room also was lighted by shaded
 candles; and everybody whispered that, in this soft light, Mrs. Uxeley
 did not look a day over forty. During the interval she simpered to two
 very young journalists who were to describe her party. Urania, sitting
-beside Cornelie, was addressed by a Frenchman whom she introduced to
-her friend: the Chevalier de Breuil. Cornelie knew that Urania had
+beside Cornélie, was addressed by a Frenchman whom she introduced to
+her friend: the Chevalier de Breuil. Cornélie knew that Urania had
 met him at Ostend and that his name was coupled with the Princess
 di Forte-Braccio's. Urania had never mentioned De Breuil to her, but
-Cornelie now saw, by her smile, her blush and the sparkle in her eyes,
+Cornélie now saw, by her smile, her blush and the sparkle in her eyes,
 that people were right. She left them to themselves, feeling sad when
 she thought of Urania. She understood that the little princess was
 consoling herself for her husband's neglect; and she suddenly thought
@@ -8216,7 +8181,7 @@ the lie: here they showed a brutal sincerity. The lie was respected,
 but nobody believed in it, nobody put forward the lie as a truth;
 the lie was nothing more than a form.
 
-Cornelie wandered through the rooms by herself, went up to Mrs. Uxeley
+Cornélie wandered through the rooms by herself, went up to Mrs. Uxeley
 for a moment, in accordance with her habit, whispered to ask how she
 felt, whether she wanted anything, if everything was going well, then
 continued on her way through the rooms. She was standing by a vase,
@@ -8265,7 +8230,7 @@ of your beautiful skies in your character."
 "Do you never doubt? Do you feel sure of your ideas on the training
 of children?"
 
-"I have studied children in schools, in creches and in their homes
+"I have studied children in schools, in crèches and in their homes
 and I have acquired very decided ideas. And I work in accordance with
 these ideas for the people of the future. I will send you my pamphlet,
 containing the gist of my speeches at the congress. Are you working
@@ -8358,7 +8323,7 @@ that flashes out of a cloud.... I hope to see you again. I am at home
 on Tuesdays, at five o'clock. Will you come one day with Mrs. Uxeley?"
 
 Mrs. Holt pressed her hand and disappeared among the other
-guests. Cornelie had risen from her chair, while her knees seemed to
+guests. Cornélie had risen from her chair, while her knees seemed to
 give way beneath her. She remained standing, half-turned towards the
 room, looking in the glass; and her fingers played with the orchids
 in a Venetian vase on the console-table. She was still rather pale,
@@ -8398,7 +8363,7 @@ It was more than a year since she had heard his voice. But she felt
 his voice inside her.
 
 "No," she answered, at last, haughtily, coldly, distantly. "Though
-I saw you once or twice, in the street, on the Jetee."
+I saw you once or twice, in the street, on the Jetée."
 
 "Yes," he said. "Should I have bowed to you, do you think?"
 
@@ -8580,7 +8545,7 @@ He laughed:
 
 "Come, don't be so theatrical. You can understand that I was curious
 to see you again and talk to you. I used to see you in the street, in
-your carriage, on the Jetee; and I was pleased to find you looking so
+your carriage, on the Jetée; and I was pleased to find you looking so
 well, so smart, so happy and so handsome. You know that good-looking
 women are my great hobby. You are much better-looking than you used
 to be when you were my wife. If you had been then what you are now,
@@ -8618,7 +8583,7 @@ ladies. They were all very gay round the pyramid of knickknacks,
 behaving like children when the number of one of them turned up on
 the roulette-wheel.
 
-"Mrs. Uxeley," Cornelie began, in a trembling voice, "may I introduce
+"Mrs. Uxeley," Cornélie began, in a trembling voice, "may I introduce
 a fellow-countryman of mine? Baron Brox."
 
 Mrs. Uxeley simpered, uttered a few amiable words and asked if he
@@ -8626,7 +8591,7 @@ wouldn't draw a number.
 
 The roulette-wheel spun round and round.
 
-"A fellow-countryman, Cornelie?"
+"A fellow-countryman, Cornélie?"
 
 "Yes, Mrs. Uxeley."
 
@@ -8669,9 +8634,9 @@ ready within half an hour...."
 
 Rudolph Brox returned from the tombola, where he had drawn a silver
 match-box. He thanked Mrs. Uxeley, who simpered, and, when he saw
-that Cornelie was moving away, he went after her:
+that Cornélie was moving away, he went after her:
 
-"Cornelie ..."
+"Cornélie ..."
 
 "Please, Rudolph, let me be. I have to collect the girls and the men
 for the pavane. I have a lot to do...."
@@ -8696,7 +8661,7 @@ were choked with people. They crowded and laughed aloud and showed
 one another their presents; the men trod on the ladies' trains. An
 intoxicating, suffocating fragrance of flowers, the atmosphere peculiar
 to crowded functions and the warm, perfumed odour of women's flesh
-hung in the rooms like a cloud. Cornelie hunted hither and thither
+hung in the rooms like a cloud. Cornélie hunted hither and thither
 and at last collected all the girls. The ballet-master came to ask
 her something. A butler came to ask her something. And Brox did not
 budge from her side.
@@ -8705,7 +8670,7 @@ budge from her side.
 
 She mechanically took his arm; and her hand trembled on the sleeve of
 his dress-coat. He pushed his way with her through the crowd; they
-passed Urania and De Breuil. Urania said something which Cornelie
+passed Urania and De Breuil. Urania said something which Cornélie
 did not catch. The refreshment-room also was chock-full and buzzed
 with loud, laughing voices. Behind the long tables stood the butler,
 like a minister, supervising the whole service. There was no crowding,
@@ -8726,7 +8691,7 @@ She dropped into a chair, looking very pale.
 to eat."
 
 He ordered the champagne for her. He ate first a patty, then another,
-then a chateaubriant and peas. He drank two glasses of claret, followed
+then a châteaubriant and peas. He drank two glasses of claret, followed
 by a glass of champagne. The footman brought him everything, dish by
 dish, on a silver tray. His handsome, virile face was brick-red in
 colour with health and animal strength. The stiff hair on his round,
@@ -8837,7 +8802,7 @@ the stairs:
 "What's become of the others?" they cried, looking round in the
 staircase.
 
-And they came dancing up to Cornelie. The ballet-master also
+And they came dancing up to Cornélie. The ballet-master also
 approached. She did not understand what he said:
 
 "Where are the others?" she repeated, mechanically, in a hoarse voice.
@@ -8873,15 +8838,15 @@ into one of the deserted rooms. The suite of rooms was almost entirely
 deserted; the dense throng of guests stood packed along the sides of
 the great ball-room to watch the pavane.
 
-"What is it, Cornelie?"
+"What is it, Cornélie?"
 
-Cornelie was trembling in every limb and clutching Urania's arm. She
+Cornélie was trembling in every limb and clutching Urania's arm. She
 drew her to the farthest corner of the room. There was no one there.
 
 "Urania," she entreated, in a supreme crisis of nervousness, "help
 me! What am I to do? I have met him unexpectedly. Don't you know
 whom I mean? My husband. My divorced husband. I had seen him once or
-twice before, in the street and on the Jetee. The time when I was so
+twice before, in the street and on the Jetée. The time when I was so
 startled, you know, when I almost fainted: that was because of him. And
 he has been talking to me now, here, a moment ago. And I'm afraid of
 him. He spoke quite nicely, said he wanted to talk to me. It was so
@@ -8905,12 +8870,12 @@ And the young journalists, standing in the shadow of these eminent
 noblemen, confirmed the statement: they had been missing her
 everywhere.
 
-"Fetch Mrs. Uxeley here," Urania whispered to Gilio. "Cornelie
+"Fetch Mrs. Uxeley here," Urania whispered to Gilio. "Cornélie
 is ill, I think. I can't leave her here alone. She wants to go to
 her room. It's better that Mrs. Uxeley should know, else she might
 be angry."
 
-Cornelie was jesting nervously, in feverish gaiety, with the duke
+Cornélie was jesting nervously, in feverish gaiety, with the duke
 and with De Breuil and the journalists.
 
 "Would you rather I took you straight to Mrs. Uxeley?" Gilio whispered.
@@ -8925,7 +8890,7 @@ as though the guests were scattering about the rooms again:
 
 He went up to her, spoke to her. She simpered at first, leaning
 on the gold knob of her cane. Then her wrinkles became angrily
-contracted. She crossed the room. Cornelie went on jesting with the
+contracted. She crossed the room. Cornélie went on jesting with the
 duke; the journalists thought every word witty.
 
 "Aren't you well?" whispered Mrs. Uxeley, going up to her,
@@ -8936,8 +8901,8 @@ ruffled. "What about the cotillon?"
 "Impossible, dear princess; and I shouldn't dream of letting you
 either."
 
-"Introduce me to your friend, Cornelie!" said a deep voice behind
-Cornelie.
+"Introduce me to your friend, Cornélie!" said a deep voice behind
+Cornélie.
 
 She felt that voice like bronze inside her body. She turned round
 automatically. It was he. She seemed unable to escape him. And,
@@ -8950,14 +8915,14 @@ Brox.... Princess di Forte-Braccio...."
 
 Urania knew his name, knew who he was:
 
-"Darling," she whispered to Cornelie, "let me take you to your
+"Darling," she whispered to Cornélie, "let me take you to your
 room. I'll see to everything."
 
 "It's no longer necessary," she said. "I'm much better. I only want
 a glass of champagne. I am much better, Mrs. Uxeley."
 
 "Why did you run away from me?" asked Rudolph Brox, with his smile
-and his eyes in Cornelie's eyes.
+and his eyes in Cornélie's eyes.
 
 She smiled and said the first thing that came into her head.
 
@@ -8968,12 +8933,12 @@ my cotillon presently?"
 little talent as a cotillon-leader."
 
 Mrs. Uxeley was delighted. It was arranged that De Breuil and Urania,
-Gilio and the Countess Costi and Brox and Cornelie should lead the
+Gilio and the Countess Costi and Brox and Cornélie should lead the
 figures in turns.
 
-"You poor darling!" Urania said in Cornelie's ear. "Can you manage it?"
+"You poor darling!" Urania said in Cornélie's ear. "Can you manage it?"
 
-Cornelie smiled:
+Cornélie smiled:
 
 "Yes, yes, I'm all right again," she whispered.
 
@@ -8989,11 +8954,11 @@ after her in amazement.
 CHAPTER XLIX
 
 
-It was twelve o'clock when Cornelie woke that morning. The sun was
+It was twelve o'clock when Cornélie woke that morning. The sun was
 piercing the golden slit in the half-parted curtains with tiny eddying
 atoms. She felt dog-tired. She remembered that Mrs. Uxeley, on the
 morning after one of these parties, left her free to rest: the old
-lady herself stayed in bed, although she did not sleep. And Cornelie
+lady herself stayed in bed, although she did not sleep. And Cornélie
 lacked the smallest capacity to rise. She remained lying where she
 was, heavy with fatigue. Her eyes wandered through the untidy room;
 her handsome ball-dress, hanging listlessly, limply over a chair,
@@ -9107,9 +9072,9 @@ CHAPTER L
 She stayed at home for a day, feeling tired and, deep down within
 herself, almost unconsciously, afraid, in spite of all, of meeting
 him. But Mrs. Uxeley, who would never hear of illness or fatigue,
-was so much put out that Cornelie accompanied her next day to the
+was so much put out that Cornélie accompanied her next day to the
 Promenade des Anglais. Friends came up to talk to them and gathered
-round their chairs, with Rudolph Brox among them. But Cornelie avoided
+round their chairs, with Rudolph Brox among them. But Cornélie avoided
 any confidential conversation.
 
 Some days later, however, he called on Mrs. Uxeley's at-home day;
@@ -9184,7 +9149,7 @@ As soon as he was able to speak to her unheard, he came up to her
 again. She was just going to Urania, whom she saw sitting with
 Mrs. Uxeley, when he said in her ear, sternly and abruptly:
 
-"Cornelie...."
+"Cornélie...."
 
 She turned round mechanically, but with her haughty glance. She
 would rather have gone on, but could not: something held her back,
@@ -9279,7 +9244,7 @@ though it does so by a very strange, roundabout path, along which you,
 especially, have strayed. That law rules you especially. I am convinced
 that you still love me, or at least that you are still in love with
 me. I feel it, I know it as a fact: don't try to deny it. It's no
-use, Cornelie. And I'll tell you something besides: I am in love
+use, Cornélie. And I'll tell you something besides: I am in love
 with you too and more so than ever. I feel it when you're flirting
 with those fellows. I could wring your neck then, I could break every
 bone in their bodies.... Don't be afraid: I'm not going to; I'm not
@@ -9428,24 +9393,24 @@ telegraphed to Duco. And she fled.
 She had nothing left but him. She could never again count upon
 Mrs. Uxeley; and Urania had behaved coolly, not understanding that
 singular flight, because she did not understand the simple truth,
-Rudolph Brox' power. She thought that Cornelie was making things
+Rudolph Brox' power. She thought that Cornélie was making things
 difficult for herself. In the circle in which Urania lived, her sense
 of social morality had wavered since her liaison with the Chevalier
 de Breuil. Hearing the Italian law of love whispered all around
 her, the law that love is as simple as an opening rose, she did not
-understand Cornelie's struggle. She no longer resented anything that
+understand Cornélie's struggle. She no longer resented anything that
 Gilio did; and he in his turn left her free. What was happening to
-Cornelie? Surely it was all very simple, if she was still fond of her
+Cornélie? Surely it was all very simple, if she was still fond of her
 divorced husband! Why should she run away to Duco and make herself
 ridiculous in the eyes of all their acquaintances? And so she had
-parted coolly from Cornelie; but still she missed her friend. She
+parted coolly from Cornélie; but still she missed her friend. She
 was the Princess di Forte-Braccio; and lately, on her birthday,
 Prince Ercole had sent her a great emerald, out of the carefully kept
 family-jewels, as though she were becoming worthy of them gradually,
-stone by stone! But she missed Cornelie and she felt lonely, deadly
+stone by stone! But she missed Cornélie and she felt lonely, deadly
 lonely, notwithstanding her emerald and her lover....
 
-Cornelie fled: she had nothing in the world but Duco. But in him she
+Cornélie fled: she had nothing in the world but Duco. But in him she
 would have everything. And, when she saw him at Florence, at the Santa
 Maria Novella Station, she flung herself on his breast and clung to him
 as to a cross of redemption, a saviour. He led her sobbing to a cab;
@@ -9484,7 +9449,7 @@ his. She slept as if she had not slept for days, for weeks.
 CHAPTER LII
 
 
-"There is nothing to be afraid of, Cornelie," he said,
+"There is nothing to be afraid of, Cornélie," he said,
 convincingly. "That man has no power over you if you refuse, if you
 refuse with a firm will. I do not see what he could do. You are quite
 free, absolutely released from him. That you ran away so precipitately
@@ -9699,7 +9664,7 @@ perplexed in his embrace.
 CHAPTER LIII
 
 
-Next day, when Cornelie walked with Duco through Florence, when they
+Next day, when Cornélie walked with Duco through Florence, when they
 entered the courtyard of the Palazzo Vecchio, saw the Loggia dei Lanzi
 and looked in at the Uffizi to see Memmi's Annunciation, she felt
 something like her former sensations irresistibly unfolding within
@@ -9709,7 +9674,7 @@ which the white daisies and white lilies shot up with a tenderness of
 soft, mystic recognition that was almost like a dream. And yet it was
 not quite the same as before. An oppression as of a grey cloud hung
 between her and the deep-blue sky, which hung out stretched like strips
-of aether, like paths of lofty, quivering atmosphere, above the narrow
+of æther, like paths of lofty, quivering atmosphere, above the narrow
 streets, above the domes and towers and turrets. She no longer felt the
 former apprehension; there was a remembrance in her, a heavy pondering
 weighed upon her brain, an anxiety for what was about to happen. She
@@ -9754,7 +9719,7 @@ so, but that he did it because he nevertheless had a right, a right
 which she could not dispute, which indeed she had not disputed, which
 on the contrary she had acknowledged by her kiss. He had learnt her
 address from the porter of the Villa Uxeley. And he ended by repeating
-that she was to return to Nice, to him, at the Hotel Continental, and
+that she was to return to Nice, to him, at the Hôtel Continental, and
 telling her that, if she did not do this, he would come to Florence
 and she would be responsible for the consequences of her refusal.
 
@@ -10039,7 +10004,7 @@ spoken to his divorced wife.
 "I have been a bit feverish for a day or two; and of course I had no
 sleep last night," she said, as though in apology.
 
-The trunk was brought and they drove away, to the Hotel
+The trunk was brought and they drove away, to the Hôtel
 Continental. She did not speak again in the carriage. They were also
 silent as they entered the hotel and in the lift. He took her to his
 room. It was an ordinary hotel-bedroom; but she thought it strange to
@@ -10211,7 +10176,7 @@ go and sit downstairs somewhere."
 They stood up. His eyes had a golden glimmer in them; his moustache
 was lifted by his ironic smile. And he caught her fiercely in his arms:
 
-"Cornelie," he said, hoarsely, "I think it's wonderful to have you
+"Cornélie," he said, hoarsely, "I think it's wonderful to have you
 back again. Do you belong to me, tell me, do you belong to me?"
 
 He pressed her to him till he almost stifled her with the pressure
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-                             THE INEVITABLE
-
-                                   BY
-                             LOUIS COUPERUS
-
-
-
-                             Translated by
-
-                      ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS
-
-
-
-                                New York
-                         Dodd, Mead and Company
-                                  1920
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-THE INEVITABLE
-
-
-CHAPTER I
-
-
-The Marchesa Belloni's boarding-house was situated in one of the
-healthiest, if not one of the most romantic quarters of Rome. One
-half of the house had formed part of a villino of the old Ludovisi
-Gardens, those beautiful old gardens regretted by everybody who knew
-them before the new barrack-quarters were built on the site of the old
-Roman park, with its border of villas. The entrance to the pension
-was in the Via Lombardia. The older or villino portion of the house
-retained a certain antique charm for the marchesa's boarders, while
-the new premises built on to it offered the advantages of spacious
-rooms, modern sanitation and electric light. The pension boasted a
-certain reputation for comfort, cheapness and a pleasant situation:
-it stood at a few minutes' walk from the Pincio, on high ground, and
-there was no need to fear malaria; and the price charged for a long
-stay, amounting to hardly more than eight lire, was exceptionally
-low for Rome, which was known to be more expensive than any other
-town in Italy. The boarding-house therefore was generally full. The
-visitors began to arrive as soon as October: those who came earliest
-in the season paid least; and, with the exception of a few hurrying
-tourists, they nearly all remained until Easter, going southward to
-Naples after the great church festivals.
-
-Some English travelling-acquaintances had strongly recommended the
-pension to Cornélie de Retz van Loo, who was travelling in Italy by
-herself; and she had written to the Marchesa Belloni from Florence. It
-was her first visit to Italy; it was the first time that she had
-alighted at the great cavernous station near the Baths of Diocletian;
-and, standing in the square, in the golden Roman sunlight, while
-the great fountain of the Acqua Marcia gushed and rippled and the
-cab-drivers clicked with their whips and their tongues to attract
-her attention, she was conscious of her "nice Italian sensation,"
-as she called it, and felt glad to be in Rome.
-
-She saw a little old man limping towards her with the instinct of
-a veteran porter who recognizes his travellers at once; and she read
-"Hotel Belloni" on his cap and beckoned to him with a smile. He saluted
-her with respectful familiarity, as though she were an old acquaintance
-and he glad to see her; asked if she had had a pleasant journey,
-if she was not over-tired; led her to the victoria; put in her rug
-and her hand-bag; asked for the tickets of her trunks; and said that
-she had better go on ahead: he would follow in ten minutes with the
-luggage. She received an impression of cosiness, of being well cared
-for by the little old lame man; and she gave him a friendly nod as
-the coachman drove away. She felt happy and careless, though she had
-just the faintest foreboding of something unhappy and unknown that
-was going to happen to her; and she looked to right and left to take
-in the streets of Rome. But she saw only houses upon houses, like so
-many barracks; then a great white palace, the new Palazzo Piombino,
-which she knew to contain the Juno Ludovisi; and then the vettura
-stopped and a boy in buttons came out to meet her. He showed her into
-the drawing-room, a gloomy apartment, in the middle of which was a
-table covered with periodicals, arranged in a regular and unbroken
-circle. Two ladies, obviously English and of the æsthetic type, with
-loose-fitting blouses and grimy hair, sat in a corner studying their
-Baedekers before going out. Cornélie bowed slightly, but received
-no bow in return; she did not take offence, being familiar with the
-manners of the travelling Briton. She sat down at the table and took
-up the Roman Herald, the paper which appears once a fortnight and
-tells you what there is to do in Rome during the next two weeks.
-
-Thereupon one of the ladies asked her, from the corner, in an
-aggressive tone:
-
-"I beg your pardon, but would you please not take the Herald to
-your room?"
-
-Cornélie raised her head very haughtily and languidly in the direction
-where the ladies were sitting, looked vaguely above their grimy heads,
-said nothing and glanced down at the Herald again; and she thought
-herself a very experienced traveller and smiled inwardly because she
-knew how to deal with that type of Englishwoman.
-
-The marchesa entered and welcomed Cornélie in Italian and in
-French. She was a large, fat matron, vulgarly fat; her ample bosom
-was contained in a silk cuirass or spencer, shiny at the seams
-and bursting under the arms; her grey frizzled hair gave her a
-somewhat leonine appearance; her great yellow and blue eyes, with
-bistre shadows beneath them, wore a strained expression, the pupils
-unnaturally dilated by belladonna; a pair of immense crystals sparkled
-in her ears; and her fat, greasy fingers were covered with nameless
-jewels. She talked very fast; and Cornélie thought her sentences as
-pleasant and homely as the welcome of the lame porter in the square
-outside the station. The marchesa led her to the lift and stepped in
-with her; the hydraulic lift, a railed-in cage, running up the well
-of the staircase, rose solemnly and suddenly stopped, motionless,
-between the second and the third floor.
-
-"Third floor!" cried the marchesa to some one below.
-
-"Non c'e acqua!" the boy in buttons calmly called back, meaning thereby
-to convey that--as seemed natural--there was not enough water to move
-the lift.
-
-The marchesa screamed out some orders in a shrill voice; two facchini
-came running up and hung on to the cable of the lift, together with the
-ostensibly zealous boy in buttons; and by fits and starts the cage rose
-higher and higher, until at last it almost reached the third storey.
-
-"A little higher!" ordered the marchesa.
-
-But the facchini strained their muscles in vain: the lift refused
-to stir.
-
-"We can manage!" said the marchesa. "Wait a bit."
-
-Taking a great stride, which revealed the enormous white-stockinged
-calf of her leg, she stepped on to the floor, smiled and gave her
-hand to Cornélie, who imitated her gymnastics.
-
-"Here we are!" sighed the marchesa, with a smile of satisfaction. "This
-is your room."
-
-She opened a door and showed Cornélie a room. Though the sun was
-shining brightly out of doors, the room was as damp and chilly as
-a cellar.
-
-"Marchesa," Cornélie said, without hesitation, "I wrote to you for
-two rooms facing south."
-
-"Did you?" asked the marchesa, plausibly and ingenuously. "I really
-didn't remember. Yes, that is one of those foreigners' ideas: rooms
-facing south.... This is really a beautiful room."
-
-"I'm sorry, but I can't accept this room, marchesa."
-
-La Belloni grumbled a bit, went down the corridor and opened the door
-of another room:
-
-"And this one, signora?... How do you like this?"
-
-"Is it south?"
-
-"Almost"
-
-"I want it full south."
-
-"This looks west: you see the most splendid sunsets from your window."
-
-"I absolutely must have a south room, marchesa."
-
-"I also have the most charming little apartments looking east: you
-get the most picturesque sunrises there."
-
-"No, marchesa."
-
-"Don't you appreciate the beauties of nature?"
-
-"Just a little, but I put my health first."
-
-"I sleep in a north room myself."
-
-"You are an Italian, marchesa, and you're used to it."
-
-"I'm very sorry, but I have no rooms facing south."
-
-"Then I'm sorry too, marchesa, but I must look out somewhere else."
-
-Cornélie turned as though to go away. The choice of a room sometimes
-means the choice of a life.
-
-The marchesa caught hold of her hand and smiled. She had abandoned
-her cool tone and her voice was all honey:
-
-"Davvero, that's one of those foreigners' ideas: rooms facing
-south! But I have two little kennels left. Here...."
-
-And she quickly opened two doors, two snug little cupboards of rooms,
-which showed through the open windows a lofty and spacious view of
-the sky, outspread above the streets and roofs below, with the blue
-dome of St. Peter's in the distance.
-
-"These are the only rooms I have left facing south," said the marchesa,
-plaintively.
-
-"I shall be glad to have these, marchesa."
-
-"Sixteen lire," smiled la Belloni.
-
-"Ten, as you wrote."
-
-"I could put two persons in here."
-
-"I shall stay all the winter, if I am satisfied."
-
-"You must have your way!" the marchesa exclaimed, suddenly, in her
-sweetest voice, a voice of graceful surrender. "You shall have the
-rooms for twelve lire. Don't let us discuss it any more. The rooms
-are yours. You are Dutch, are you not? We have a Dutch family staying
-here: a mother with two daughters and a son. Would you like to sit
-next to them at table?"
-
-"No, I'd rather you put me somewhere else; I don't care for my
-fellow-countrymen when travelling."
-
-The marchesa left Cornélie to herself. She looked out of the window,
-absent-mindedly, glad to be in Rome, yet faintly conscious of the
-something unhappy and unknown that was going to happen. There was a tap
-at her door; the men carried in her luggage. She saw that it was eleven
-o'clock and began to unpack. One of her rooms was a small sitting-room,
-like a bird-cage in the air, looking out over Rome. She altered the
-position of the furniture, draped the faded sofa with a shawl from the
-Abruzzi and fixed a few portraits and photographs with drawing-pins to
-the wall, whose white-washed surface was broken up by rudely-painted
-arabesques. And she smiled at the border of purple hearts transfixed
-by arrows, which surrounded the decorated panels of the wall.
-
-After an hour's work her sitting-room was settled: she had a home
-of her own, with a few of her own shawls and rugs, a screen here,
-a little table there, cushions on the sofa, books within easy
-reach. When she had finished and had sat down and looked around her,
-she suddenly felt very lonely. She began to think of the Hague and
-of what she had left behind her. But she did not want to think and
-picked up her Baedeker and read about the Vatican. She was unable to
-concentrate her thoughts and turned to Hare's Walks in Rome. A bell
-sounded. She was tired and her nerves were on edge. She looked in the
-glass, saw that her hair was out of curl, her blouse soiled with coal
-and dust, unlocked a second trunk and changed her things. She cried
-and sobbed while she was curling her hair. The second bell rang; and,
-after powdering her face, she went downstairs.
-
-She expected to be late, but there was no one in the dining-room and
-she had to wait before she was served. She resolved not to come down
-so very punctually in future. A few boarders looked in through the
-open door, saw that there was no one sitting at table yet, except a
-new lady, and disappeared again.
-
-Cornélie looked around her and waited.
-
-The dining-room was the original dining-room of the old villa, with a
-ceiling by Guercina. The waiters loitered about. An old grey major-domo
-cast a distant glance over the table, to see if everything was in
-order. He grew impatient when nobody came and told them to serve the
-macaroni to Cornélie. It struck Cornélie that he too limped with one
-leg, like the porter. But the waiters were very young, hardly more than
-sixteen to eighteen, and lacked the waiter's usual self-possession.
-
-A stout gentleman, vivacious, consequential, pock-marked, ill-shaven,
-in a shabby black coat which showed but little linen, entered,
-rubbing his hands, and took his seat, opposite Cornélie.
-
-He bowed politely and began to eat his macaroni.
-
-And this seemed to be the signal for the others to begin eating,
-for a number of boarders, mostly ladies, now came in, sat down
-and helped themselves to the macaroni, which was handed round
-by the youthful waiters under the watchful eye of the grey-haired
-major-domo. Cornélie smiled at the oddity of these travelling types;
-and, when she involuntarily glanced at the pock-marked gentleman
-opposite, she saw that he too was smiling.
-
-He hurriedly mopped up his tomato-sauce with his bread, bent a little
-way across the table and almost whispered, in French:
-
-"It's amusing, isn't it?"
-
-Cornélie raised her eyebrows:
-
-"What do you mean?"
-
-"A cosmopolitan company like this."
-
-"Oh, yes!"
-
-"You are Dutch?"
-
-"How do you know?"
-
-"I saw your name in the visitors' book, with 'la Haye' after it."
-
-"I am Dutch, yes."
-
-"There are some more Dutch ladies here, sitting over there: they
-are charming."
-
-Cornélie asked the major-domo for some vin ordinaire.
-
-"That wine is no good," said the stout gentleman, vivaciously. "This
-is Genzano," pointing to his fiasco. "I pay a small corkage and drink
-my own wine."
-
-The major-domo put a pint bottle in front of Cornélie: it was included
-in her pension without extra charge.
-
-"If you like, I will give you the address where I get my wine. Via
-della Croce, 61."
-
-Cornélie thanked him. The pock-marked gentleman's uncommon ease and
-vivacity diverted her.
-
-"You're looking at the major-domo?" he asked.
-
-"You are a keen observer," she smiled in reply.
-
-"He's a type, our major-domo, Giuseppe. He used to be major-domo in
-the palace of an Austrian archduke. He did I don't know what. Stole
-something, perhaps. Or was impertinent. Or dropped a spoon on the
-floor. He has come down in the world. Now you behold him in the
-Pension Belloni. But the dignity of the man!"
-
-He leant forward:
-
-"The marchesa is economical. All the servants here are either old or
-very young. It's cheaper."
-
-He bowed to two German ladies, a mother and daughter, who had come
-in and sat down beside him:
-
-"I have the permit which I promised you, to see the Palazzo Rospigliosi
-and Guido Reni's Aurora" he said, speaking in German.
-
-"Is the prince back then?"
-
-"No, the prince is in Paris. The palace is not open to visitors,
-except yourselves."
-
-This was said with a gallant bow.
-
-The German ladies exclaimed how kind he was, how he was able to do
-anything, to find a way out of every difficulty. They had taken endless
-trouble to bribe the Rospigliosi porter and they had not succeeded.
-
-A little thin Englishwoman had taken her seat beside Cornélie.
-
-"And for you, Miss Taylor, I have a card for a low mass in His
-Holiness' private chapel."
-
-Miss Taylor was radiant with delight.
-
-"Have you been sight-seeing again?" the pock-marked gentleman
-continued.
-
-"Yes, Museo Kircheriano," said Miss Taylor. "But I am tired out. It
-was most exquisite."
-
-"My prescription, Miss Taylor, is that you stay at home this afternoon
-and rest."
-
-"I have an engagement to go to the Aventino...."
-
-"You mustn't. You're tired. You look worse every day and you're losing
-flesh. You must rest, or you sha'n't have the card for the low mass."
-
-The German ladies laughed. Miss Taylor, flattered, in an ecstasy of
-delight, gave her promise. She looked at the pock-marked gentleman
-as though she expected to hear the judgement of Solomon fall from
-his lips.
-
-Lunch was over: the rump-steak, the pudding, the dried figs. Cornélie
-rose:
-
-"May I give you a glass out of my bottle?" asked the stout
-gentleman. "Do taste my wine and tell me if you like it. If so,
-I'll order a fiasco for you in the Via della Croce."
-
-Cornélie did not like to refuse. She sipped the wine. It was
-deliciously pure. She thought that it would be a good thing to drink
-a pure wine in Rome; and, as she reflected, the stout gentleman seemed
-to read her quick thought:
-
-"It is a good thing," he said, "to drink a strengthening wine while
-you are in Rome, where life is so tiring."
-
-Cornélie agreed.
-
-"This is Genzano, at two lire seventy-five the fiasco. It will last
-you a long time: the wine keeps. So I'll order you a fiasco."
-
-He bowed to the ladies around and left the room.
-
-The German ladies bowed to Cornélie.
-
-"Such an amiable man, that Mr. Rudyard."
-
-"What can he be?" Cornélie wondered. "French, German, English,
-American?"
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER II
-
-
-She had hired a victoria after lunch and had driven through Rome, to
-make her first acquaintance with the city for which she had longed
-so eagerly. This first impression was a great disappointment. Her
-unspoiled imagination, her reading, even the photographs which she had
-bought in Florence and studied with the affection of an inexperienced
-tourist had given her the illusion of a city of an ideal antiquity,
-an ideal Renascence; and she had forgotten that, especially in Rome,
-life has progressed pitilessly and that the ages are not visible,
-in buildings and ruins, as distinct periods, but that each period is
-closely connected with the next by the passing days and years.
-
-Thus she had thought the dome of St. Peter's small, the Corso narrow
-and Trajan's Column a column like any other; she had not noticed the
-Forum as she drove past it; and she had been unable to think of a
-single emperor when she was at the Palatine.
-
-Now she was home again, tired, and was resting a little and meditating;
-she felt depressed, yet she enjoyed her vague reflections and the
-silence about her in the big house, to which most of the boarders had
-not yet returned. She thought of the Hague, of her big family, her
-father, mother, brothers and sisters, to whom she had said good-bye
-for a long time to go abroad. Her father, a retired colonel of hussars
-living on his pension, with no great private means, had been unable to
-contribute anything to the fulfilment of her caprice, as he called it;
-and she would not have been able to satisfy that caprice, of beginning
-a new life, but for a small legacy which she had inherited some years
-ago from a godmother. She was glad to be more or less independent,
-though she felt the selfishness of her independence.
-
-But what could she have done for her family-circle, after the scandal
-of her divorce? She was weak and selfish, she knew it; but she had
-received a blow under which she had at first expected to succumb. And,
-when she found herself surviving it, she had mustered such energy as
-she possessed and said to herself that she could not go on existing in
-that same narrow circle of her sisters and her girl friends; and she
-had forced her life into a different path. She had always had the knack
-of creating an apparently new frock out of an old dress, transforming
-a last year's hat into one of the latest fashion. Even so she had
-now done with her distraught and wretched life, all battered and
-broken as it was: she had gathered together, as in a fit of economy,
-all that was left, all that was still serviceable; and out of those
-remnants she had made herself a new existence. But this new life was
-unable to breathe in the old atmosphere: it felt aimless in it and
-estranged; and she had managed to force it into a different path,
-in spite of all the opposition of her family and friends. Perhaps she
-would not have succeeded so readily if she had not been so completely
-shattered. Perhaps she would not have felt this energy if she had
-suffered only a little. She had her strength and she had her weakness;
-she was very simple and yet she was very various; and it was perhaps
-just this complexity that had been the saving of her youth.
-
-Besides, she was actually very young, only twenty-three; and in youth
-one possesses an unconscious vitality, notwithstanding any apparent
-weakness. And her contradictory qualities gave her equilibrium and
-saved her from falling over into the abyss....
-
-All this passed vaguely through her mind as clouds pass before
-the eyes, not with the conciseness of words but with the misty
-indefiniteness of a dreamy fatigue. As she lay there, she did not
-look as if she had ever exerted the strength to give a new path to
-her life: a pale, delicate woman, slender, with drooping movements,
-lying on a sofa in her not very fresh dressing-gown, with its faded
-pink and its rumpled lace. And yet there was a certain poetical
-fragrance about her personality, despite her weary eyes and the
-limp outlines of her attire, despite the boarding-house room, with
-its air of quickly improvised comfort, a comfort which was a matter
-of tact rather than reality and could be packed away in a single
-trunk. Her frail figure, her pale and delicate rather than beautiful
-features were surrounded, as by an aura, by that atmosphere of personal
-poetry which she unconsciously radiated, which she shed from her eyes
-upon the things which she beheld, from her fingers upon the things
-which she touched. To those who did not like her, this peculiar
-atmosphere, this unusualness, this eccentricity, this unlikeness to
-the typical young woman of the Hague, was the very thing with which
-they reproached her. To those who liked her, it was partly talent,
-partly soul; something peculiar to her which seemed almost genius;
-yet it was perturbing. It invested her with a great charm; it gave
-pause for thought and it promised much: more, perhaps, than could
-be realized. And this woman was the child of her time but especially
-of her environment and therefore so unfinished, revealing disparity
-against disparity, in an equilibrium of opposing forces, which might
-be her undoing or her salvation, but were in either case her fate.
-
-She felt lonely in Italy. She had stayed for weeks at Florence, where
-she tried to lead a full life, enriched by art and history. There,
-it was true, she forgot herself to a great extent, but she still felt
-lonely. She had spent a fortnight at Siena, but Siena had depressed
-her, with its sombre streets, its dead palaces; and she had yearned
-for Rome. But she had not found Rome yet that afternoon. And, though
-she felt tired, she felt above all things lonely, terribly lonely
-and useless in a great world, in a great town, a town in which one
-feels the greatness, uselessness and vast antiquity of things more
-perhaps than anywhere else. She felt like a little atom of suffering,
-like an insect, an ant, half-trodden, half-crushed, among the immense
-domes of Rome, of whose presence out of doors she was subtly conscious.
-
-And her hand wandered vacantly over her books, which she had stacked
-punctiliously and conscientiously on a little table: some translations
-of the classics, Ovid, Tacitus, together with Dante, Petrach, Tasso. It
-was growing dusk in her room, there was no light to read by, she
-was too much enervated to ring for a lamp; a chilliness hovered in
-her little room, now that the sun had quite gone down, and she had
-forgotten to ask for a fire on that first day. Loneliness was all
-about her, her suffering pained her; her soul craved for a fellow-soul,
-but her mouth craved for a kiss, her arms for him, once her husband;
-and, turning on her cushions and wringing her hands, she prayed deep
-down in herself:
-
-"O God, tell me what to do!"
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER III
-
-
-At dinner there was a buzz of voices; the three or four long tables
-were all full; the marchesa sat at the head of the centre table. Now
-and then she beckoned impatiently to Giuseppe, the old major-domo,
-who had dropped a spoon at an archducal court; and the unfledged
-little waiters rushed about breathlessly. Cornélie found the obliging
-stout gentleman, whom the German ladies called Mr. Rudyard, sitting
-opposite her and her fiasco of Genzano beside her plate. She thanked
-Mr. Rudyard with a smile and made the usual remarks: how she had been
-for a drive that afternoon and had made her first acquaintance with
-Rome, the Forum, the Pincio. She talked to the German ladies and
-to the English one, who was always so tired with her sight-seeing;
-and the Germans, a Baronin and the Baronesse her daughter, laughed
-with her at the two æsthetes whom Cornélie had come upon that morning
-in the drawing-room. The two were sitting some distance away, lank
-and angular, grimy-haired, in curiously cut evening-dress, which
-showed the breast and arms warmly covered with a Jaeger undervest,
-on which, in their turn, lay strings of large blue beads. Their eyes
-browsed over the long table, as though they were pitying everybody
-who had come to Rome to learn about art, because they two alone knew
-what art was. While eating, which they did unpleasantly, almost with
-their fingers, they read æsthetic books, wrinkling their brows and
-now and then looking up angrily, because the people about them were
-talking. With their self-conceit, their impossible manners, their
-worse than tasteless dress and their great air of superiority, they
-represented types of travelling Englishwomen that are never met except
-in Italy. They were unanimously criticized at the table. They came to
-the Pension Belloni every winter and made drawings in water-colours
-in the Forum or the Via Appia. And they were so remarkable in
-their unprecedented originality, in their grimy angularity, with
-their evening-dresses, their Jaegers, their strings of blue beads,
-their æsthetic books and their meat-picking fingers, that all eyes
-were constantly wandering in their direction, as though under the
-influence of a Medusa spell.
-
-The young baroness, a type out of the Fliegende Blätter, witty and
-quick, with her little round, German face and arched, pencilled
-eyebrows, was laughing with Cornélie and showing her a thumb-nail
-caricature which she had made of the two æsthetic ladies in her
-sketch-book, when Giuseppe conducted a young lady to the end of the
-table where Cornélie and Rudyard sat opposite each other. She had
-evidently just arrived, said "Evening" to everybody near her and sat
-down with a great rustling. It was at once apparent that she was an
-American, almost too good-looking, too young, to be travelling alone
-like that, with a smiling self-possession, as if she were at home:
-a very white complexion, very fine dark eyes, teeth like a dentist's
-advertisement, her full breast moulded in mauve cloth plentifully
-decorated with silver braid, on her heavily-waved hair a large mauve
-hat with a cascade of black ostrich-feathers, fastened by an over-large
-paste buckle. At every movement the silk of her petticoat rustled,
-the feathers nodded, the paste buckle gleamed. And, notwithstanding all
-this showiness, she was child-like: she was perhaps just twenty, with
-an ingenuous expression in her eyes. She at once spoke to Cornélie,
-to Rudyard; said that she was tired, that she had come from Naples,
-that she had been dancing last night at Prince Cibo's, that her name
-was Miss Urania Hope, that her father lived in Chicago, that she had
-two brothers who, in spite of her father's money, were working on a
-farm in the Far West, but that she had been brought up as a spoilt
-child by her father, who, however, wanted her to be able to stand on
-her own feet and was therefore making her travel by herself in the
-Old World, in dear old Italy. She was delighted to hear that Cornélie
-was also travelling alone; and Rudyard chaffed the ladies about their
-modern views, but the Baronin and the Baronesse applauded them. Miss
-Hope at once took a liking to her Dutch fellow-traveller and wanted
-to arrange joint excursions; but Cornélie, withdrawing into herself,
-made a tactful excuse, said that her time was fully engaged, that
-she wanted to study in the museums.
-
-"So serious?" asked Miss Hope, respectfully.
-
-And the petticoat rustled, the plumes nodded, the paste buckle gleamed.
-
-She made on Cornélie the impression of a gaudy butterfly, which,
-sportive and unthinking, might easily one day dash itself to pieces
-against the hot-house windows of our cabined existence. She felt no
-attraction towards this strange, pretty little creature, who looked
-like a child and a cocotte in one; but she felt sorry for her, she
-did not know why.
-
-After dinner, Rudyard proposed to take the two German ladies for
-a little walk. The younger baroness came to Cornélie and asked if
-she would come too, to see Rome by moonlight, quite close, from the
-Villa Medici. She felt grateful for the kindly suggestion and was
-just going to put on her hat, when Miss Hope ran after her:
-
-"Stay and sit with me in the drawing-room."
-
-"I am going for a walk with the Baronin," Cornélie replied.
-
-"That German lady?"
-
-"Yes."
-
-"Is she a noblewoman?"
-
-"I presume so."
-
-"Are there many titled people in the house?" asked Miss Hope, eagerly.
-
-Cornélie laughed:
-
-"I don't know. I only arrived this morning."
-
-"I believe there are. I heard that there were many titled people
-here. Are you one?"
-
-"I was!" Cornélie laughed. "But I had to give up my title."
-
-"What a shame!" Miss Hope exclaimed. "I love titles. Do you know what
-I've got? An album with the coats of arms of all sorts of families
-and another album with patterns of silk and brocade from each of the
-Queen of Italy's ball-dresses. Would you care to see it?"
-
-"Very much indeed!" Cornélie laughed. "But I must put on my hat now."
-
-She went and returned in a hat and cloak; the German ladies and
-Rudyard were waiting in the hall and asked what she was laughing
-at. She caused great merriment by telling them about the album with
-the patterns of the queen's ball-dresses.
-
-"Who is he?" she asked the Baronin, as she walked in front with her,
-along the Via Sistina, while the Baronesse and Rudyard followed.
-
-She thought the Baronin a charming person, but she was surprised to
-find, in this German woman, who belonged to the titled military-class,
-a coldly cynical view of life which was not exactly that of her
-Berlin environment.
-
-"I don't know," the Baronin answered, with an air of indifference. "We
-travel a great deal. We have no house in Berlin at present. We want
-to make the most of our stay abroad. Mr. Rudyard is very pleasant. He
-helps us in all sorts of ways: tickets for a papal mass, introductions
-here, invitations there. He seems to have plenty of influence. What
-do I care who or what he is! Else agrees with me. I accept what he
-gives us and for the rest I don't try to fathom him."
-
-They walked on. The Baronin took Cornélie's arm:
-
-"My dear child, don't think us more cynical than we are. I hardly know
-you, but I've felt somehow drawn towards you. Strange, isn't it, when
-one's abroad like this and has one's first talk at a table-d'hôte,
-over a skinny chicken? Don't think us shabby or cynical. Oh, dear,
-perhaps we are! Our cosmopolitan, irresponsible, unsettled life makes
-us ungenerous, cynical and selfish. Very selfish. Rudyard shows us
-many kindnesses. Why should I not accept them? I don't care who or
-what he is. I am not committing myself in any way."
-
-Cornélie looked round involuntarily. In the nearly dark street she saw
-Rudyard and the young Baronesse, almost whispering and mysteriously
-intimate.
-
-"And does your daughter think so too?"
-
-"Oh, yes! We are not committing ourselves in any way. We do not
-even particularly like him, with his pock-marked face and his dirty
-finger-nails. We merely accept his introductions. Do as we do. Or
-... don't. Perhaps it will be better form if you don't. I ... I have
-become a great egoist, through travelling. What do I care?..."
-
-The dark street seemed to invite confidences; and Cornélie to some
-extent understood this cynical indifference, particularly in a woman
-reared in narrow principles of duty and morality. It was certainly
-not good form; but was it not weariness brought about by the wear
-and tear of life? In any case she vaguely understood it: that tone
-of indifference, that careless shrugging of the shoulders....
-
-They turned the corner of the Hotel Massier and approached the Villa
-Medici. The full moon was pouring down its flood of white radiance
-and Rome lay in the flawless blue glamour of the night. Overflowing
-the brimming basin of the fountain, beneath the black ilexes, whose
-leafage held the picture of Rome in an ebony frame, the waste water
-splashed and clattered.
-
-"Rome must be very beautiful," said Cornélie, softly.
-
-Rudyard and the Baronesse had come nearer and heard what she said:
-
-"Rome is beautiful," he said, earnestly. "And Rome is more. Rome is
-a great consolation to many people."
-
-His words, spoken in the blue moonlit night, impressed her. The city
-seemed to lie in mystical billows at her feet. She looked at him,
-as he stood before her in his black coat, showing but little linen,
-the same stout, civil gentleman. His voice was very penetrating, with
-a rich note of conviction in it. She looked at him long, uncertain
-of herself and vaguely conscious of an approaching intimation, but
-still antipathetic.
-
-Then he added, as though he did not wish her to meditate too deeply
-the words which he had uttered:
-
-"A great consolation to many ... because beauty consoles."
-
-And she thought his last words an æsthetic commonplace; but he had
-meant her to think so.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER IV
-
-
-Those first days in Rome tired Cornélie greatly. She did too much, as
-every one does who has just arrived in Rome; she wanted to take in the
-whole city at once; and the distances, although covered in a carriage,
-and the endless galleries in the museums resulted in producing physical
-exhaustion. Moreover she was constantly experiencing disappointments,
-in respect of pictures, statues or buildings. At first she dared not
-own to these disappointments; but one afternoon, feeling dead-tired,
-after she had been painfully disappointed in the Sistine Chapel, she
-owned up to herself. Everything that she saw that was already known
-to her from her previous studies disappointed her. Then she resolved
-to give sight-seeing a rest. And, after those fatiguing days, when
-every morning and every afternoon was spent out of doors, it was
-a luxury to surrender herself to the unconscious current of daily
-life. She remained at home in the mornings, wrapped in a tea-gown,
-in her cosy little bird-cage of a sitting-room, writing letters,
-dreaming a little, with her arms folded behind her head; she read
-Ovid and Petrarch, or listened to a couple of street-musicians, who,
-with their quavering tenors, to the shrill whining of their guitars,
-filled the silent street with a sobbing passion of music. At lunch
-she considered that she had been lucky in her pension, in her little
-corner at the table. She was interested in Baronin von Rothkirch, with
-her indifferent, aristocratic condescension towards Rudyard, because
-she saw how residence abroad can draw a person out of the narrow ring
-of caste principles. The young Baronesse, who cared nothing about
-life and merely sketched and painted, interested her because of her
-whispering intimacy with Rudyard, which she failed to understand. Miss
-Hope was so ingenious, so childishly irrational, that Cornélie could
-not imagine how old Hope, the rich stockinet-manufacturer over in
-Chicago, allowed this child to travel about alone, with her far too
-generous monthly allowance and her total ignorance of the world and
-people; and Rudyard himself, though she sometimes felt an aversion
-for him, attracted her in spite of that aversion. Although she had
-so far formed no deeper friendship with any of her fellow-boarders,
-at any rate they were people to whom she was able to talk; and the
-conversation at table was a diversion amid the solitude of the rest
-of the day.
-
-For in the afternoons, during this period of fatigue and
-disappointment, she would merely go for a short walk by herself down
-the Corso or on the Pincio and then return home, make her own tea in
-her little silver tea-pot and sit dreaming by the log fire, in the
-dusk, until it was time to dress for dinner.
-
-And the brightly-lit dining-room with the Guercino ceiling was gay
-and cheerful. The pension was crammed: the marchesa had given up
-her own room and was sleeping in the bath-room. A hum of voices
-buzzed around the tables; the waiters rushed to and fro; spoons
-and forks clattered. There was none of the melancholy spirit of so
-many tables-d'hôte. The people knew one another; and the excitement
-of Roman life, the oxygen in the Roman air seemed to lend an added
-vivacity to the gestures and conversation. Amidst this vivacity the
-two grimy æsthetic ladies attracted attention by their unvarying pose,
-with their eternal evening-dress, their Jaegers, their beads, the fat
-books which they read, their angry looks because people were talking.
-
-After dinner they sat in the drawing-room or in the hall, made
-friends here and there and talked about Rome, Rome, Rome. There
-was always a great fuss about the music in the different churches:
-they consulted the Herald; they asked Rudyard, who knew everything,
-and gathered round him; and he, fat and polite as ever, smiled and
-distributed tickets and named the day and hour at which an important
-service would be held in this church or in that. To English ladies,
-who were not fully informed, he would now and then, as it were
-casually, impart details about the complexities of Catholic ritual
-and the Catholic hierarchy; he explained the nationalities denoted
-by the various colours of the seminarists whom you met in shoals of
-an afternoon on the Pincio, staring at St. Peter's, in ecstasy over
-St. Peter's, the mighty symbol of their mighty religion; he set forth
-the distinction between a church and a basilica; he related anecdotes
-of the private life of Leo XIII. His manner of speaking of all these
-things possessed an insinuating charm: the English ladies, greedy
-for information, hung on his lips, thought him too awfully nice,
-asked him for a thousand particulars.
-
-These days were a great rest for Cornélie. She recovered from her
-fatigue and felt indifferent towards Rome. But she did not think of
-leaving any the sooner. Whether she was here or elsewhere was all
-the same to her: she had to be somewhere. Besides, the pension was
-good, her fellow-boarders pleasant and cheerful. She no longer read
-Hare's Walks in Rome or Ovid's Metamorphoses, but she read Ouida's
-Ariadne over again. She did not care for the book as much as she
-had done three years before, at the Hague; and after that she read
-nothing. But she amused herself with the von Rothkirch ladies for a
-whole evening, looking over Miss Hope's album of seals and collection
-of patterns. How mad those Americans were on titles and royalties! The
-Baronin good-naturedly contributed an impression of her own arms to
-the album. And the patterns were greatly admired: gold brocades; silks
-heavily interwoven with silver; spangled tulles. Miss Hope related how
-she had come by them: she knew one of the queen's waiting-women, who
-had formerly been in service with an American; and this waiting-woman
-was now able to procure the patterns for her at a high price: a
-precious bit of material picked up while the queen was trying on,
-or sometimes even cut out of a broad seam. The child was prouder of
-her collection of patterns than an Italian prince of his paintings,
-said Baronin von Rothkirch. But, notwithstanding this absurdity, this
-vanity, Cornélie came to like the pretty American girl because of her
-candid and unsophisticated nature. She looked most attractive in the
-evening, in a black low-cut dress, or in a rose chiffon blouse. For
-that matter, it was a different frock every night. She possessed a
-kaleidoscopic collection of dresses, blouses and jewels. She would walk
-through the ruins of the Forum in a tailor-made suit of cream cloth,
-lined with orange silk; and her white lace petticoat flitted airily
-over the foundations of the Basilica Julia or the Temple of Vesta. Her
-gaily-trimmed hats introduced patches of colour from Regent Street or
-the Avenue de l'Opéra into the tragic seriousness of the Colosseum or
-the ruined palace of the Palatine. The young Baronesse teased her about
-her orange silk lining, so in harmony with the Forum, about her hats,
-so in keeping with the seriousness of a place of Christian martyrdom,
-but she was never angry:
-
-"It's a nice hat anyway!" she would say, in her Yankee drawl, which
-always afforded a good view of her pretty teeth but made her strain
-her mouth as though she were cracking filberts.
-
-And the child enjoyed everything, enjoyed the Baronin and the
-Baronesse, enjoyed being at a pension kept by a decayed Italian
-marchioness. And, as soon as she caught sight of the Marchesa
-Belloni's grey, leonine head, she would make a rush for her--because a
-marchioness is higher than a baroness, said Madame von Rothkirch--drag
-her into a corner and if possible monopolize her throughout the
-evening. Rudyard would then join them; and Cornélie, seeing this,
-wondered what Rudyard was, who he was and what he was about. But this
-did not interest the Baronin, who had just received a card for a mass
-in the papal chapel; and the young Baronesse merely said that he told
-legends of the saints so nicely, when explaining the pictures to her
-in the Doria and the Corsini.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER V
-
-
-One evening Cornélie made the acquaintance of the Dutch family beside
-whom the Marchesa had first wished to place her at table: Mrs. van der
-Staal and her two daughters. They too were spending the whole winter in
-Rome: they had friends there and went out visiting. The conversation
-flowed smoothly; and mevrouw invited Cornélie to come and have a chat
-in her sitting-room. Next day she accompanied her new acquaintances
-to the Vatican and heard that mevrouw was expecting her son, who was
-coming to Rome from Florence to continue his archæological studies.
-
-Cornélie was glad to meet at the hotel a Dutch element that was
-not antipathetic. She thought it pleasant to talk Dutch again and
-she confessed as much. In a day or two she had become intimate with
-Mrs. van der Staal and the two girls; and on the evening when young
-Van der Staal arrived she opened her heart more than she had ever
-thought that she could do to strangers whom she had known for barely
-a few days.
-
-They were sitting in the Van der Staal's sitting-room, Cornélie in a
-low chair by the blazing log-fire, for the evening was chilly. They
-had been talking about the Hague, about her divorce; and she was now
-speaking of Italy, of herself:
-
-"I no longer see anything," she confessed. "Rome has quite bewildered
-me. I can't distinguish a colour, an outline. I don't recognize
-people. They all seem to whirl round me. Sometimes I feel a need to sit
-alone for hours in my bird-cage upstairs, to recollect myself. This
-morning, in the Vatican, I don't know: I remember nothing. It is all
-grey and fuzzy around me. Then the people in the boarding-house:
-the same faces every day. I see them and yet I don't see them. I
-see ... I see Madame von Rothkirch and her daughter, I see the fair
-Urania ... and Rudyard ... and the little Englishwoman, Miss Taylor,
-who is always so tired with sight-seeing and who thinks everything
-most exquisite. But my memory is so bad that, when I am alone, I have
-to think to myself: Madame von Rothkirch is tall and stately, with
-the smile of the German Empress--she is rather like her--talking fast
-and yet with indifference, as though the words just fell indifferently
-from her lips...."
-
-"You're a good observer," said Van der Staal.
-
-"Oh, don't say that!" said Cornélie, almost vexed. "I see nothing and
-I can't remember. I receive no impressions. Everything around me is
-colourless. I really don't know why I have come abroad.... When I am
-alone, I think of the people whom I meet. I know Madame von Rothkirch
-now and I know Else. Such a round, merry face, with arched eyebrows,
-and always a joke or a witticism: I find it tiring sometimes, she makes
-me laugh so. Still they are very nice. And the fair Urania. She tells
-me everything. She is as communicative ... as I am at this moment. And
-Rudyard: I see him before me too."
-
-"Rudyard!" smiled mevrouw and the girls.
-
-"What is he?" Cornélie asked, inquisitively. "He is so civil, he
-ordered my wine for me, he can always get one all sorts of cards."
-
-"Don't you know what Rudyard is?" asked Mrs. van der Staal.
-
-"No; and Mrs. von Rothkirch doesn't know either."
-
-"Then you had better be careful," laughed the girls.
-
-"Are you a Catholic?" asked mevrouw.
-
-"No."
-
-"Nor the fair Urania either? Nor Mrs. von Rothkirch?"
-
-"No."
-
-"Well, that is why la Belloni put Rudyard at your table. Rudyard is
-a Jesuit. Every pension in Rome has a Jesuit who lives there free
-of charge, if the proprietor is a good friend of the Church, and who
-tries to win souls by making himself especially agreeable."
-
-Cornélie refused to believe it.
-
-"You can take my word for it," mevrouw continued, "that in a pension
-like this, a first-class pension, a pension with a reputation,
-a great deal of intrigue goes on."
-
-"La Belloni?" Cornélie enquired.
-
-"Our marchesa is a thorough-paced intrigante. Last winter, three
-English sisters were converted here."
-
-"By Rudyard?"
-
-"No, by another priest. Rudyard is here for the first time this
-winter."
-
-"Rudyard walked quite a long way with me in the street this morning,"
-said young Van der Staal. "I let him talk, I heard all he had to say."
-
-Cornélie fell back in her chair:
-
-"I am tired of people," she said, with the strange sincerity which
-was hers. "I should like to sleep for a month, without seeing anybody."
-
-And, after a short pause, she got up, said goodnight and went to bed,
-while everything swam before her eyes.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER VI
-
-
-She remained indoors for a day or two and had her meals served in her
-room. One morning, however, she was going for a stroll in the Villa
-Borghese, when she met young Van der Staal, on his bicycle.
-
-"Don't you ride?" he asked, jumping off.
-
-"No."
-
-"Why not?"
-
-"It is an exercise which doesn't suit my style," Cornélie replied,
-vexed at meeting any one who disturbed the solitude of her stroll.
-
-"May I walk with you?"
-
-"Certainly."
-
-He gave his machine into the charge of the porter at the gate and
-walked on with her, quite naturally, without saying very much:
-
-"It's beautiful here," he remarked.
-
-His words seemed to convey a simple meaning. She looked at him,
-for the first time, attentively.
-
-"You're an archæologist?" she asked.
-
-"No," he said, deprecatingly.
-
-"What are you, then?"
-
-"Nothing. Mamma says that, just to excuse me. I am nothing and a very
-useless member of society at that. And I am not even well off."
-
-"But you are studying, aren't you?"
-
-"No. I do a little casual reading. My sisters call it studying."
-
-"Do you like going about, as your sisters do?"
-
-"No, I hate it. I never go with them."
-
-"Don't you like meeting and studying people?"
-
-"No. I like pictures, statues and trees."
-
-"A poet?"
-
-"No. Nothing. I am nothing, really."
-
-She looked at him, with increased attention. He was walking very simply
-by her side, a tall, thin fellow of perhaps twenty-six, more of a boy
-than a man in face and figure, but endowed with a certain assurance
-and restfulness that made him seem older than his years. He was pale;
-he had dark, cool, almost reproachful eyes; and his long, lean figure,
-in his badly-kept cycling-suit, betrayed a slight indifference,
-as though he did not care what his arms and legs looked like.
-
-He said nothing but walked on pleasantly, unembarrassed, without
-finding it necessary to talk. Cornélie, however, grew fidgety and
-sought for words:
-
-"It is beautiful here," she stammered.
-
-"Oh, it's very beautiful!" he replied, calmly, without seeing that
-she was constrained. "So green, so spacious, so peaceful: those
-long avenues, those vistas of avenues, like an antique arch, over
-yonder; and, far away in the distance, look, St. Peter's, always
-St. Peter's. It's a pity about those queer things lower down: that
-restaurant, that milk-tent. People spoil everything nowadays.... Let
-us sit down here: it is so lovely here."
-
-They sat down on a bench.
-
-"It is such a joy when a thing is beautiful," he continued. "People
-are never beautiful. Things are beautiful: statues and paintings. And
-then trees and clouds!"
-
-"Do you paint?"
-
-"Sometimes," he confessed, grudgingly. "A little. But really everything
-has been painted already; and I can't really say that I paint."
-
-"Perhaps you write too?"
-
-"There has been even more written than painted, much more. Perhaps
-everything has not yet been painted, but everything has certainly been
-written. Every new book that is not of absolute scientific importance
-is superfluous. All the poetry has been written and every novel too."
-
-"Do you read much?"
-
-"Hardly at all. I sometimes dip into an old author."
-
-"But what do you do then?" she asked, suddenly, querulously.
-
-"Nothing," he answered, calmly, with a glance of humility. "I do
-nothing, I exist."
-
-"Do you think that a good mode of existence?"
-
-"No."
-
-"Then why don't you adopt another?"
-
-"As I might buy a new coat or a new bicycle?"
-
-"You're not speaking seriously," she said, crossly.
-
-"Why are you so vexed with me?"
-
-"Because you annoy me," she said, irritably.
-
-He rose, bowed civilly and said:
-
-"Then I had better go for a turn on my bicycle."
-
-And he walked slowly away.
-
-"What a stupid fellow!" she thought, peevishly.
-
-But she thought it tiresome that she had wrangled with him, because
-of his mother and his sisters.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER VII
-
-
-At the hotel, however, he spoke to Cornélie politely, as though
-there had been no embarrassment, no wrangling interchange of words
-between them, and he even asked her quite simply--because his mother
-and sisters had some calls to pay that afternoon--whether they should
-go to the Palatine together.
-
-"I passed it the other day," she said, indifferently.
-
-"And don't you intend to see the ruins?"
-
-"No."
-
-"Why not?"
-
-"They don't interest me. I can't see the past in them. I merely
-see ruins."
-
-"But then why did you come to Rome?" he asked, irritably.
-
-She looked at him and could have burst into sobs:
-
-"I don't know," she said, meekly. "I could just as well have gone
-somewhere else. But I had formed a great idea of Rome; and Rome
-disappoints me."
-
-"How so?"
-
-"I find it hard and inexorable and devoid of feeling. I don't know
-why, but that's the impression it makes upon me. And I am in a mood
-at present which somehow makes me want something less insensible
-and imperturbable."
-
-He smiled:
-
-"Come along," he said. "Come with me to the Palatine. I must show
-you Rome. It is so beautiful."
-
-She felt too much depressed to remain alone; and so she put on
-her things and left the hotel with him. The cabmen outside cracked
-their whips:
-
-"Vole? Vole?" they shouted.
-
-He picked out one:
-
-"This is Gaetano," he said. "I always take him. He knows me, don't
-you, Gaetano?"
-
-"Si, signorino. Cavallo di sangue, signorina!" said Gaetano, pointing
-to his horse.
-
-They drove away.
-
-"I am always frightened of these cabmen," said Cornélie.
-
-"You don't know them," he answered, smiling. "I like them. I like
-the people. They're nice people."
-
-"You approve of everything in Rome."
-
-"And you submit without reserve to a mistaken impression."
-
-"Why mistaken?"
-
-"Because that first impression of Rome, as hard and unfeeling, is
-always the same and always mistaken."
-
-"Yes, it's that. Look, we are driving by the Forum. Whenever I see
-the Forum, I think of Miss Hope and her orange lining."
-
-He felt annoyed and did not answer.
-
-"This is the Palatine."
-
-They alighted and passed through the entrance.
-
-"This wooden staircase takes us to the Palace of Tiberius. Above the
-palace, on the top of the arches, is a garden from which we look down
-on the Forum."
-
-"Tell me about Tiberius. I know that there were good and bad
-emperors. We were taught that at school. Tiberius was a bad emperor,
-wasn't he?"
-
-"He was a dismal brute. But why do you want me to tell you about him?"
-
-"Because otherwise I can take no interest in those arches and
-chambers."
-
-"Then let us go up to the top and sit in the garden."
-
-They did so.
-
-"Don't you feel Rome here?" he asked.
-
-"I feel the same everywhere," she replied.
-
-But he seemed not to hear her:
-
-"It's the atmosphere around you," he continued. "You should try to
-forget our hotel, to forget Belloni and all our fellow-visitors and
-yourself. When anybody first arrives here, he has all the usual trouble
-about the hotel, his rooms, the table-d'hôte, the vaguely likable or
-dislikable people. You've got over that now. Clear your mind of it. And
-try to feel only the atmosphere of Rome. It's as if the atmosphere had
-remained the same, notwithstanding that the centuries lie piled up
-one above the other. First the middle ages covered the antiquity of
-the Forum and now it is hidden everywhere by our nineteenth-century
-craze for travel. There you have Miss Hope's orange lining. But the
-atmosphere has always remained the same. Unless I imagine it...."
-
-She was silent.
-
-"Perhaps I do," he continued. "But what does that matter to me? Our
-whole life is imagination; and imagination is a beautiful thing. The
-beauty of our imagination is the consolation of our lives, to those of
-us who are not men of action. The past is beauty. The present is not,
-does not exist. And the future does not interest me."
-
-"Do you never think about modern problems?" she asked.
-
-"The woman question? Socialism? Peace?"
-
-"Well, yes, for instance."
-
-"No," he smiled. "I think of them sometimes, but not about them."
-
-"How do you mean?"
-
-"I get no further. That is my nature. I am a dreamer by nature;
-and my dream is the past."
-
-"Don't you dream of yourself?"
-
-"No. Of my soul, my inner self? No. It interests me very little."
-
-"Have you ever suffered?"
-
-"Suffered? Yes, no. I don't know. I feel sorry for my utter uselessness
-as a human being, as a son, as a man; but, when I dream, I am happy."
-
-"How do you come to speak to me so openly?"
-
-He looked at her in surprise:
-
-"Why should I be reticent about myself?" he asked. "I either don't
-talk or I talk as I am doing now. Perhaps it is a little odd."
-
-"Do you talk to every one so intimately?"
-
-"No, hardly to anybody. I once had a friend ... but he's dead. Tell
-me, I suppose you consider me morbid?"
-
-"No, I don't think so."
-
-"I shouldn't mind if you did. Oh, how beautiful it is here! Are you
-drinking Rome in with your very breath?"
-
-"Which Rome?"
-
-"The Rome of antiquity. Under where we are sitting is the Palace of
-Tiberius. I see him walking about there, with his tall, strong figure,
-with his large, searching eyes: he was very strong, he was very dismal
-and he was a brute. He had no ideals. Farther down, over there, is the
-Palace of Caligula, a madman of genius. He built a bridge across the
-Forum to speak to Jupiter in the Capitol. That's a thing one couldn't
-do nowadays. He was a genius and a madman. When a man's like that,
-there's a good deal about him to admire."
-
-"How can you admire an age of emperors who were brutes and mad?"
-
-"Because I see their age before my eyes, in the past, like a dream."
-
-"How is it possible that you don't see the present before you, with the
-problems of our own time, especially the eternal problem of poverty?"
-
-He looked at her:
-
-"Yes," he said, "I know. That is my sin, my wickedness. The eternal
-problem of poverty doesn't affect me."
-
-She looked at him contemptuously:
-
-"You don't belong to your period," she said, coldly.
-
-"No."
-
-"Have you ever felt hungry?"
-
-He laughed and shrugged his shoulders.
-
-"Have you ever pictured yourself leading the life of a labourer, of
-a factory-girl who works until she's worn out and old and half-dead
-for a bare crust of bread?"
-
-"Oh, those things are so horrible and so ugly: don't talk about
-them!" he entreated.
-
-The expression of her eyes was cold; the corners of her lips were
-depressed as though by a feeling of distaste; and she rose from
-her seat.
-
-"Are you angry?" he asked, humbly.
-
-"No," she said, gently, "I am not angry."
-
-"But you despise me, because you consider me a useless creature,
-an æsthete and a dreamer?"
-
-"No. What am I myself, that I should reproach you with your
-uselessness?"
-
-"Oh, if we could only find something!" he exclaimed, almost in ecstasy.
-
-"What?"
-
-"An aim. But mine would always remain beauty. And the past."
-
-"And, if I had the strength of mind to devote myself to an aim,
-it would above all be this: bread for the future."
-
-"How abominable that sounds!" he said, rudely but sincerely. "Why
-didn't you go to London, or Manchester, or one of those black
-manufacturing towns?"
-
-"Because I hadn't the strength of mind and because I think too much
-of myself and of a sorrow that I have had lately. And I expected to
-find distraction in Italy."
-
-"And that is where your disappointment lies. But perhaps you will
-gradually acquire greater strength and then devote yourself to your
-aim: bread for the future. I sha'n't envy you, however: bread for
-the Future!..."
-
-She was silent.
-
-Then she said, coldly:
-
-"It is getting late. Let us go home...."
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER VIII
-
-
-Duco van der Staal had taken a large, vault-like studio, with a chilly
-north light, up three flights of stairs in the Via del Babuino. Here he
-painted, modelled and studied and here he dragged all the beautiful and
-antique objects that he succeeded in picking up in the little shops
-along the Tiber or in the Mercato dei Fiori. That was his passion:
-to hunt through Rome for a panel of an old triptych or a fragment of
-ancient sculpture. In this way his studio had not remained the large,
-chilly, vault-like workroom bearing witness to zealous and serious
-study, but had become a refuge for dim-coloured remnants of antiquity
-and ancient art, a museum for his dreaming spirit. Already as a child,
-as a boy, he had felt that passion for antiquity developing; he learnt
-how to rummage through the stocks of old Jewish dealers; he taught
-himself to haggle when his purse was not full; and he collected
-first rubbish and afterwards, gradually, objects of artistic and
-financial value. And it was his great hobby, his one vice: he spent
-all his pocket-money on it and, later, without reserve, the little
-that he was able to earn. For sometimes, very seldom, he would finish
-something and sell it. But generally he was too ill-satisfied with
-himself to finish anything; and his modest notion was that everything
-had already been created and that his art was useless.
-
-This idea sometimes paralysed him for months together, without making
-him unhappy. When he had the money to keep himself going--and his
-personal needs were very small--he felt rich and was content in his
-studio or would wander, perfectly content, through the streets of
-Rome. His long, careless, lean, slender body was at such times clad
-in his oldest suit, which afforded an unostentatious glimpse of an
-untidy shirt with a soft collar and a bit of string instead of a tie;
-and his favourite headgear was a faded hat, battered out of shape by
-the rain. His mother and sisters as a rule found him unpresentable,
-but had given up trying to transform him into the well-groomed son
-and brother whom they would have liked to take to the drawing-rooms
-of their Roman friends. Happy to breathe the atmosphere of Rome, he
-would wander for hours through the ruins and see, in a dazzling vision
-of phantom columns, ethereal temples and translucent marble palaces
-looming up in a shimmering sunlit twilight; and the tourists going
-by with their Baedekers, who passed this long lean young man seated
-carelessly on the foundations of the Temple of Saturn, would never
-have believed in his architectural illusions of harmonious ascending
-lines, crowned by an array of statues in noble and god-like attitudes,
-high in the blue sky.
-
-But he saw them before him. He raised the shafts of the pillars,
-he fluted the severe Doric columns, he bent and curved the cushioned
-Ionic capitals and unfurled the leaves of the Corinthian acanthuses;
-the temples rose in the twinkling of an eye, the basilicas shot up as
-by magic, the graven images stood white against the elusive depths
-of the sky and the Via Sacra became alive. He, in his admiration,
-lived his dream, his past. It was as though he had known preexistence
-in ancient Rome; and the modern houses, the modern Capitol and all
-that stood around the tomb of his Forum were invisible to his eyes.
-
-He would sit like this for hours, or wander about and sit down again
-and be happy. In the intensity of his imagination, he conjured
-up history from the clouds of the past, first of all as a mist,
-a miraculous haze, whence the figures stepped out against the
-marble background of ancient Rome. The gigantic dramas were enacted
-before his dreaming eyes as on an ideal stage which stretched from
-the Forum to the hazy, sun-shot azure of the Campagna, with slips
-that lost themselves in the depths of the sky. Roman life came into
-being, with a toga'd gesture, a line of Horace, a sudden vision of
-an emperor's murder or a contest of gladiators in the arena. And
-suddenly also the vision paled and he saw the ruins, the ruins only,
-as the tangible shadow of his unreal illusion: he saw the ruins as
-they were, brown and grey, eaten up with age, crumbled, martyred,
-mutilated with hammers, till only a few occasional pillars lifted
-and bore a trembling architrave, that threatened to come crashing to
-the ground. And the browns and greys were so richly and nobly gilded
-by splashes of sunlight, the ruins were so exquisitely beautiful in
-decay, so melancholy in their unwitting fortuitousness of broken lines,
-of shattered arches and mutilated sculpture, that it was as though
-he himself, after his airy vision of radiant dream-architecture, had
-tortured and mutilated them with an artist's hand and caused them to
-burst asunder and shake and tremble, for the sake of their wistful
-aftermath of beauty. Then his eyes grew moist, his heart became more
-full than he could bear and he went away, through the Arch of Titus
-by the Colosseum, through the Arch of Constantine, on and on, and
-hurried past the Lateran to the Via Appia and the Campagna, where
-his smarting eyes drank in the blue of the distant Alban Hills, as
-though that would cure them of their excessive gazing and dreaming....
-
-Neither in his mother nor in his sisters did he find a strain that
-sympathized with his eccentric tendencies; and, since that one friend
-who died, he had never found another and had always been lonely within
-and without, as though the victim of a predestination which would not
-allow him to meet with sympathy. But he had peopled his loneliness so
-densely with his dreams that he had never felt unhappy because of it;
-and, even as he loved roaming alone among the ruins and along the
-country-roads, so he cherished the privacy of his lonely studio,
-with the many silent figures on an old panel of some triptych, on
-a tapestry, or on the many closely hung sketches, all around him,
-all with the charm of their lines and colours, all with the silent
-gesture of their movement and emotion and all blending together
-in twilit corners or a shadowy antique cabinet. And in between all
-this lived his china and bronze and old silver, while the faded gold
-embroidery of an ecclesiastical vestment gleamed faintly and the
-old leather bindings of his books stood in comfortable brown rows,
-ready to give forth, when his hands opened them, images which mistily
-drifted upwards, living their loves and their sorrows in the tempered
-browns and reds and golds of the soundless atmosphere of the studio.
-
-Such was his simple life, without much inward doubting, because he
-made no great demands upon himself, and without the modern artist's
-melancholy, because he was happy in his dreams. He had never, despite
-his hotel life with his mother and sisters--he slept and took his meals
-at Belloni's--met many people or concerned himself with strangers,
-being by nature a little shy of Baedekered tourists, of short-skirted
-English ladies, with their persistent little exclamations of uniform
-admiration, and feeling entirely impossible in the half-Italian,
-half-cosmopolitan set of his rather worldly mother and smart little
-sisters, who spent their time dancing and cycling with young Italian
-princes and dukes.
-
-And, now that he had met Cornélie de Retz, he had to confess to himself
-that he possessed but little knowledge of human nature and that he
-had never learnt to believe in the reality of such a woman, who might
-have existed in books, but not in actual life. Her very appearance--her
-pallor, her drooping charm, her weariness--had astonished him; and her
-conversation astonished him even more: her positiveness mingled with
-hesitation; her artistic feeling modified by the endeavour to take part
-in her period, a period which he failed to appreciate as artistic,
-enamoured as he was of Rome and of the past. And her conversation
-astonished him, attractive though the sound of it was and offended
-as he often was by a recurrent bitterness and irony, followed again
-by depression and discouragement, until he thought it over again and
-again, until in his musing he seemed to hear it once more on her own
-lips, until she joined the busts and torsos in his studio and appeared
-before him in the lily-like frailness of her visible actuality,
-against the preraphaelite stiffness of line and the Byzantine gold
-and colour of the angels and madonnas on canvas and tapestry.
-
-His soul had never known love; and he had always looked on love as
-imagination and poetry. His life had never known more than the natural
-virile impulse and the ordinary little love-affair with a model. And
-his ideas on love swayed in a too wide and unreal balance between
-a woman who showed herself in the nude for a few lire and Petrarch's
-Laura; between the desire roused by a beautiful body and the exaltation
-inspired by Dante's Beatrice; between the flesh and the dream. He had
-never contemplated an encounter of kindred souls, never longed for
-sympathy, for love in the full and pregnant sense of the word. And,
-when he began to think and to think long and often of Cornélie de Retz,
-he could not understand it. He had pondered and dreamed for days,
-for a week about a woman in a poem; on a woman in real life never.
-
-And that he, irritated by some of her sayings, had nevertheless seen
-her stand with her lily-like outline against his Byzantine triptych,
-like a wraith in his lonely dreams, almost frightened him, because
-it had made him lose his peace of mind.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER IX
-
-
-It was Christmas Day, on which occasion the Marchesa Belloni
-entertained her boarders with a Christmas-tree in the drawing-room,
-followed by a dance in the old Guercino dining-room. To give a ball and
-a Christmas-tree was a custom with many hotel-keepers; and the pensions
-that gave no dance or Christmas-tree were known and numbered and were
-greatly blamed by the foreigners for this breach of tradition. There
-were instances of very excellent pensions to which many travellers,
-especially ladies, never went, because there was neither a dance nor
-a Christmas-tree at Christmas.
-
-The marchesa realized that her tree was expensive and that her
-dance cost money too and she would gladly have found an excuse for
-avoiding both, but she dared not: the reputation of her pension,
-as it happened, depended on its worldliness and smartness, on the
-table-d'hôte in the handsome dining-room, where people dressed for
-dinner, and also on the brilliant party given at Christmas. And it
-was amusing to see how keen all the ladies were to receive gratis in
-their bill for a whole winter's stay a trashy Christmas present and the
-opportunity of dancing without having to pay for a glass of orgeade
-and a bit of pastry, a sandwich and a cup of soup. Giuseppe, the old
-nodding major-domo, looked down contemptuously on this festivity:
-he remembered the gala pomp of his archducal evenings and considered
-the dance inferior and the tree paltry. Antonio, the limping porter,
-accustomed to his comparatively quiet life--fetching a visitor or
-taking him to the station; sorting the post twice a day at his ease;
-and for the rest pottering around his lodge and the lift--hated the
-dance, because of all the guests of the boarders, each of whom was
-entitled to invite two or three friends, and because of all that tiring
-fuss about carriages, when a good many of the visitors skipped into
-their vettura without tipping him. Round about Christmas, therefore,
-relations between the marchesa and her two principal dignitaries
-became far from harmonious; and a hail of orders and abuse would
-patter down on the backs of the old cameriere, crawling wearily up
-and downstairs with their hot-water-cans in their trembling hands,
-and of the young greenhorns of waiters, colliding with one another
-in their undisciplined zeal and smashing the plates. And it was only
-now, when the whole staff was put to work that people saw how old the
-cameriere were and how young the waiters and qualified as disgraceful
-and shocking the thrifty method of the marchesa in employing none but
-wrecks and infants in her service. The one muscular facchino, who was
-essential for hauling the luggage, cut an unexpected figure of virile
-maturity and robustness. But above everything the visitors detested the
-marchesa because of the great number of her servants, reflecting that
-now, at Christmas-time, they would have to tip every one of them. No,
-they never imagined that the staff was so large! Quite unnecessarily
-large too! Why couldn't the marchesa engage a couple of strong young
-maids and waiters instead of all those old women and little boys? And
-there was much hushed plotting and confabulating in the corners of the
-passages and at meals, to decide on the tips to be given: they didn't
-want to spoil the servants, but still they were staying all the winter;
-and therefore one lira was hardly enough and they hesitated between
-one lira twenty-five and one lira fifty. But, when they counted on
-their fingers that there were fully five-and-twenty servants and
-that therefore they were close on forty lire out of pocket, they
-thought it an awful lot and they got up subscription-lists. Two
-lists went round, one of one lira and one of twelve lire a visitor,
-the latter subscription covering the whole staff. On this second list
-some, who had arrived a month before and who had arranged to leave,
-entered their names for ten lire and some for six lire. Five lire
-was by general consent considered too little; and, when it became
-known that the grimy æsthetic ladies intended to give five lire,
-they were regarded with the greatest contempt.
-
-It all meant a lot of trouble and excitement. As Christmas drew nearer,
-people streamed to the presepii set up by painters in the Palazzo
-Borghese: a panorama of Jerusalem and the shepherds, the angels,
-the Magi and Mary and the Child in the manger with the ox and the
-ass. They listened in the Ara Coeli to the preaching of little boys
-and girls, who by turns climbed the platform and told the story of the
-Nativity, some shyly reciting a little poem, prompted by an anxious
-mother; others, girls especially, declaiming and rolling their eyes
-with the dramatic fervour of little Italian actresses and ending up
-with a religious moral. The people and countless tourists stood and
-listened to the preaching; a pleasant spirit prevailed in the church,
-where the shrill young children's voices were lifted up in oratory;
-there was laughter at a gesture or a point driven home; and the
-priests strolling round the church wore an unctuous smile because it
-was all so pretty and so satisfactory. And in the chapel of the Santo
-Bambino the miraculous wooden doll was bright with gold and jewels;
-and the close-packed multitude thronged to gaze at it.
-
-All the visitors at Belloni's bought bunches of holly in the Piazza
-di Spagna to adorn their rooms with; and some, such as the Baronin
-van Rothkirch, set up a private Christmas-tree in their own rooms. On
-the evening before the great party one and all went to admire these
-private trees, going in and out of one another's rooms; and all the
-boarders wore a kind, festive smile and welcomed everybody, however
-much at other times they might quarrel and intrigue against one
-another. It was universally agreed that the Baronin had taken great
-pains and that her tree was magnificent. Her bedroom had been cleverly
-metamorphosed into a boudoir, the beds draped to look like divans,
-the wash-hand-stands concealed; and the tree was radiant with candles
-and tinsel. And the Baronin, a little sentimentally inclined, for the
-season reminded her of Berlin and her lost domesticity, opened her
-doors wide to everybody and was even offering the two æsthetic ladies
-sweets, when the marchesa, also smiling, appeared at the door, with
-her bosom moulded in sky-blue satin and with even larger crystals than
-usual in her ears. The room was full: there were the Van der Staals,
-Cornélie, Rudyard, Urania Hope and other guests going in and out,
-so that it became impossible to move and they stood packed together
-or sat on the draped beds of the mother and daughter. The marchesa
-led in beside her an unknown young man, short, slender, with a pale
-olive complexion and with dark, bright, witty, lively eyes. He wore
-dress-clothes and displayed the vague good manners of a beloved and
-careless viveur, distinguished and yet conceited. And she proudly
-went up to the Baronin, who kept prettily wiping her moist eyes,
-and with a certain arrogance presented:
-
-"My nephew, Duca di San Stefano, Principe di Forte-Braccio...."
-
-The well-known Italian name sounded from her lips in the small,
-crowded room with deliberate distinctness; and all eyes went to the
-young man, who bowed low before the Baronin and then looked round
-the room with a vague, ironical glance. The marchesa's nephew had not
-yet been seen at the hotel that winter, but everybody knew that the
-young Duke of San Stefano, Prince of Forte-Braccio, was a nephew of
-the marchesa's and one of the advertisements for her pension. And,
-while the prince talked to the Baronin and her daughter, Urania Hope
-stared at him as a miraculous being from another world. She clung
-tight to Cornélie's arm, as though she were in danger of fainting at
-the sight of so much Italian nobility and greatness. She thought him
-very good-looking, very imposing, short and slender and pale, with
-his carbuncle eyes and his weary distinction and the white orchid
-in his button-hole. She would have loved to ask the marchioness to
-introduce her to her chic nephew, but she dared not, for she thought
-of her father's stockinet-factory at Chicago.
-
-The Christmas-tree party and the dance took place the following
-night. It became known that the marchesa's nephew was coming that
-evening too; and a great excitement reigned throughout the day. The
-prince arrived after the presents had been taken down from the tree
-and distributed and made a sort of state entry by the side of his
-aunt, the marchesa, into the drawing-room, where the dancing had not
-yet begun, though the guests were sitting about the room, all fixing
-their eyes on the ducal and princely apparition.
-
-Cornélie was strolling with Duco van der Staal, who to his mother's
-and sisters' great surprise had fished out his dress-clothes and
-appeared in the big hall; and they both observed the triumphant entry
-of la Belloni and her nephew and laughed at the fanatically upturned
-eyes of the English and American ladies. They, Cornélie and Duco,
-sat down in the hall on two chairs, in front of a clump of palms,
-which concealed one of the doors of the drawing-room, while the dance
-began inside. They were talking about the statues in the Vatican,
-which they had been to see two days before, when they heard, as though
-close to their ears, a voice which they recognized as the marchesa's
-commanding organ, vainly striving to sink into a whisper. They looked
-round in surprise and perceived the hidden door, which was partly open,
-and through the open space they faintly distinguished the slim hand and
-black sleeve of the prince and a piece of the blue bosom of la Belloni,
-both seated on a sofa in the drawing-room. They were therefore back to
-back, separated by the half-open door. They listened for fun to the
-marchesa's Italian; the prince's answers were lisped so softly that
-they could scarcely catch them. And of what the marchesa said they
-heard only a few words and scraps of sentences. They were listening
-quite involuntarily, when they heard Rudyard's name clearly pronounced
-by the marchesa.
-
-"And who besides?" asked the prince, softly.
-
-"An English miss," said the marchesa. "Miss Taylor: she's sitting
-over there, by herself in the corner. A simple little soul.... The
-Baronin and her daughter.... The Dutchwoman: a divorcée.... And the
-pretty American."
-
-"And those two very attractive Dutch girls?" asked the prince.
-
-The music boom-boomed louder; and Cornélie and Duco did not catch
-the reply.
-
-"And the divorced Dutchwoman?" the prince asked next.
-
-"No money," the marchesa answered, curtly.
-
-"And the young baroness?"
-
-"No money," la Belloni repeated.
-
-"So there's no one except the stocking-merchant?" asked the prince,
-wearily.
-
-La Belloni became cross, but Cornélie and Duco could not understand the
-sentences which she rattled out through the boom-booming music. Then,
-during a lull, they heard the marchesa say:
-
-"She is very pretty. She has tons and tons of money. She could have
-gone to a first-class hotel but preferred to come here because, as a
-young girl travelling by herself, she was recommended to me and finds
-it pleasanter here. She has the big sitting-room to herself and pays
-fifty lire a day for her two rooms. She does not care about money. She
-pays three times as much as the others for her wood; and I also charge
-her for the wine."
-
-"She sells stockings," muttered the prince, obstinately.
-
-"Nonsense!" said the marchesa. "Remember that there's nobody at
-the moment. Last winter we had rich English titled people, with a
-daughter, but you thought her too tall. You're always discovering
-some objection. You mustn't be so difficult."
-
-"I think those two little Dutch dolls attractive."
-
-"They have no money. You're always thinking what you have no business
-to think."
-
-"How much did Papa promise you if you...."
-
-The music boomed louder.
-
-" ... makes no difference.... If Rudyard talks to her.... Miss Taylor
-is easy.... Miss Hope...."
-
-"I don't want so many stockings as all that."
-
-" ... very witty, I dare say.... If you don't care to...."
-
-"No."
-
-" ... then I retire.... I'll tell Rudyard so.... How much?"
-
-"Sixty or seventy thousand: I don't know exactly."
-
-"Are they urgent?"
-
-"Debts are never urgent!"
-
-"Do you agree?"
-
-"Very well. But mind, I won't sell myself for less than ten
-millions.... And then you get...."
-
-They both laughed; and again the names of Rudyard and Urania were
-pronounced.
-
-"Urania?" he asked.
-
-"Yes, Urania," replied la Belloni. "Those little Americans are
-very tactful. Look at the Comtesse de Castellane and the Duchess of
-Marlborough: how well they bear their husbands' honours! They cut
-an excellent figure. They are mentioned in every society column and
-always with respect."
-
-" ... All right then. I am tired of these wasted winters. But not
-less than ten millions."
-
-"Five."
-
-"No, ten."
-
-The prince and the marchesa had stood up to go. Cornélie looked at
-Duco. He laughed:
-
-"I don't quite understand them," he said. "It's a joke, of course."
-
-Cornélie was startled:
-
-"A joke, you think, Mr. van der Staal?"
-
-"Yes, they're humbugging."
-
-"I don't believe it."
-
-"I do."
-
-"Have you any knowledge of human nature?"
-
-"Oh, no, none at all!"
-
-"I'm getting it, gradually. I believe that Rome can be dangerous and
-that an hotel-keeping marchesa, a prince and a Jesuit...."
-
-"What about them?"
-
-"Can be dangerous, if not to your sisters, because they have no money,
-but at any rate to Urania Hope."
-
-"I don't believe it for a moment. It was all chaff. And it doesn't
-interest me. What do you think of Praxiteles' Eros? I think it the most
-divine statue that I ever saw. Oh, the Eros, the Eros! That is love,
-the real love, the predestined, fatal love, begging forgiveness for
-the suffering which it causes."
-
-"Have you ever been in love?"
-
-"No. I have no knowledge of human nature and I have never been in
-love. You are always so definite. Dreams are beautiful, statues
-are delightful and poetry is everything. The Eros expresses love
-completely. The love of the Eros is so beautiful! I could never love
-so beautifully as that.... No, it does not interest me to understand
-human nature; and a dream of Praxiteles, lingering in a mutilated
-marble torso, is nobler than anything that the world calls love."
-
-She knitted her brows; her eyes were sombre.
-
-"Let us go to the dancers," she said. "We are so out of it all here."
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER X
-
-
-The day after the dance, at table, Cornélie received a strange
-impression: suddenly, as she sipped her delicious Genzano, ordered
-for her by Rudyard, she became aware that it was not by accident that
-she was sitting with the Baronin and her daughter, with Urania and
-Miss Taylor; she saw that the marchesa had an intention behind this
-arrangement. Rudyard, always civil, polite, thoughtful, always full
-of attentions, his pockets always filled with cards of introduction
-very difficult to obtain--or so at least he contended--talked
-without ceasing, lately more particularly to Miss Taylor, who went
-faithfully to hear all the best church music and always returned
-home in ecstasy. The pale, simple, thin little Englishwoman, who at
-first used to go into raptures over museums, ruins and the sunsets
-on the Aventine or the Monte Mario and who was always tired by her
-rambles through Rome, now devoted herself exclusively to the hundreds
-of churches, visited and studied them all and above all faithfully
-attended the musical services and spoke ecstatically of the choir in
-the Sistine Chapel and the quavering Glorias of the male soprani.
-
-Cornélie spoke to Mrs. van der Staal and the Baronin von Rothkirch
-of the conversation between the marchesa and her nephew which
-she had heard through the half-open door; but neither of them,
-though interested and curious, took the marchesa's words seriously,
-regarding them only as so much thoughtless talk between a foolish,
-match-making aunt and an unwilling nephew. Cornélie was struck by
-seeing how unable people are to take things seriously; but the Baronin
-was quite indifferent, saying that Rudyard could do her no harm and
-was still supplying her with tickets; and Mrs. van der Staal, who had
-been in Rome a long time and was accustomed to little boarding-house
-conspiracies, considered that Cornélie was making herself too uneasy
-about the fair Urania's fate.
-
-Suddenly, however, Miss Taylor disappeared from the table. They thought
-that she was ill, until it came to light that she had left the Pension
-Belloni. Rudyard said nothing; but, a few days later, the whole pension
-knew that Miss Taylor had been converted to the Catholic faith and
-had moved to a pension recommended by Rudyard, a pension frequented
-by monsignori and noted for its religious tone. Her disappearance
-produced a certain constraint in the conversation between Rudyard,
-the German ladies and Cornélie; and the latter, in the course of a
-week which the Baronin was spending at Naples, changed her seat and
-joined her fellow-countrywomen the Van der Staals. The Von Rothkirches
-also changed, because of the draught, said the Baronin; their seats
-were taken by new arrivals; and Urania was left alone with Rudyard
-at lunch and dinner, amid those foreign elements.
-
-Cornélie reproached herself and one day spoke seriously to the American
-girl and warned her. But she dared not repeat what she had overheard
-at the dance; and her warning made no impression on Urania. And,
-when Rudyard had obtained for Miss Hope the privilege of a private
-audience of the Pope, Urania would not hear a word against Rudyard
-and considered him the kindest man whom she had ever met, Jesuit or
-no Jesuit.
-
-But Rudyard continued to appear through a haze of mystery; and people
-were not agreed as to whether he was a priest or a layman.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XI
-
-
-"What do those strangers matter to you?" asked Duco.
-
-They were sitting in his studio: Mrs. van der Staal, Cornélie and the
-girls, Annie and Emilie. Annie was pouring out the tea; and they were
-discussing Miss Taylor and Urania.
-
-"I am a stranger to you too!" said Cornélie.
-
-"You are not a stranger to me, to us. But Miss Taylor and Urania don't
-matter. Hundreds of shadows pass through our lives: I don't see them
-and don't feel for them."
-
-"And am I not a shadow?"
-
-"I have talked to you too much in the Borghese and on the Palatine
-to look upon you as a shadow."
-
-"Rudyard is a dangerous shadow," said Annie.
-
-"He has no hold over us," Duco replied.
-
-Mrs. van der Staal looked at Cornélie. She understood the enquiring
-glance and said, laughing:
-
-"No, he has no hold over me either. Still, if I felt the need of
-a religion, I mean an ecclesiastical religion, I would rather be a
-Roman Catholic than a Protestant. But, as things are ..."
-
-She did not complete her sentence. She felt safe in this studio,
-in this soft, many-coloured profusion of beautiful things, in the
-affection of her friends; she felt in harmony with them all: with the
-worldly charm of that somewhat superficial mother and her two pretty
-girls, a little doll-like and vaguely cosmopolitan and a trifle vain
-of the little marquises with whom they danced and bicycled; and with
-that son, that brother so very different from the three of them and
-yet obviously related to them, as a movement, a gesture, a single
-word would show. It also struck Cornélie that they accepted each
-other affectionately as they were: Duco, his mother and sisters,
-with their stories about the Princesses Colonna and Odescalchi;
-mevrouw and the girls and him, with his worn jacket and his unkempt
-hair. And, when he began to speak, especially about Rome, when he
-put his dream into words, in almost bookish sentences, which however
-flowed easily and naturally from his lips, Cornélie felt in harmony
-with her surroundings, secure and interested and to some extent
-lost that longing to contradict him which his artistic indolence
-sometimes aroused in her. And, besides, his indolence suddenly seemed
-to her merely apparent and perhaps an affection, for he showed her
-sketches and water-colour drawings, not one of them finished, but
-every water-colour alive with light before all things, alive with
-all that light of Italy: the pearl sunsets over the molten emerald of
-Venice; the campanili of Florence drawn vaguely and dreamily against
-tender tea-rose skies; Siena fortress-like, blue-black in the bluish
-moonlight; the blazing sunshine behind St. Peter's; and, above all,
-the ruins, in every kind of light: the Forum in the bright sunlight,
-the Palatine by twilight, the Colosseum mysterious in the night;
-and then the Campagna: all the dream-like skies and luminous haze of
-the glad and sad Campagna, with pale-pink mauves, dewy blues, dusky
-violets or the swaggering ochres of pyrotechnical sunsets and clouds
-flaring like the crimson pinions of the phoenix. And, when Cornélie
-asked him why nothing was finished off, he answered that nothing was
-right. He saw the skies as dreams, visions and apotheoses; and on
-his paper they became water and paint; and paint was not a thing to
-be finished off. Besides, he lacked the self-confidence. And then he
-laid his skies aside, he said, and sat down to copy Byzantine madonnas.
-
-When he saw that his water-colours interested her nevertheless, he
-went on talking about himself: how he had at first raved over the
-noble and ingenuous Primitives, Giotto and especially Lippo Memmi;
-how, after that, spending a year in Paris, he had found nothing that
-excelled Forain: cold, dry satire in two or three lines; how, next,
-in the Louvre, Rubens had become revealed to him, Rubens whose own
-talent and whose own brush he used to trace amid all the prentice-work
-and imitations of his pupils, until he was able to tell which cherub
-was by Rubens himself in a sky full of cherubs painted by four or
-five disciples.
-
-And then, he said, he would pass weeks without giving a thought to
-painting or taking up a brush and would go daily to the Vatican,
-lost in contemplation of the magnificent marbles.
-
-Once he had sat dreaming a whole morning in front of the Eros; once
-he had dreamt a poem there, to a very gentle, melodious, monotonous
-accompaniment, like an inward incantation. On coming home he had
-tried to put both poem and music on paper, but he had failed. Now he
-could no longer look at Forain, thought Rubens coarse and disgusting,
-but remained faithful to the Primitives:
-
-"And suppose for a moment that I painted a lot and sent a lot of
-pictures to exhibitions? Should I be any the happier? Should I feel
-satisfied in having done something? I doubt it. Sometimes I do finish
-a water-colour and sell it; and then I can go on living for a month
-without troubling Mamma. Money I don't care about. Ambition is quite
-foreign to my nature.... But don't let us talk about myself. Do you
-still think of the future and ... bread?"
-
-"Perhaps," she said, with a melancholy laugh, while the studio around
-her grew dusk and dim and the figures of his mother and sisters,
-sitting silent, languid and uninterested in their easy-chairs,
-gradually faded away and every colour slowly paled. "But I am so
-weak-minded. You say that you are not an artist; and I ... I am not
-an apostle."
-
-"To give one's life a course: that is the difficulty. Every life
-has a line, an appointed course, a road, a path: life has to flow
-along that line to death and what comes after death; and that line
-is difficult to find. I shall never find my line."
-
-"I don't see my line before me either."
-
-"Do you know, a restlessness has come over me. Mamma, listen, a
-restlessness has come over me. I used to dream in the Forum, I was
-happy and didn't think about my line, my appointed course. Mamma,
-do you think about your line? Do you, girls?"
-
-His sisters giggled in the dark, sunk in their low chairs, like two
-pussy-cats. Mamma got up:
-
-"Duco dear, you know I can't follow you. I admire Cornélie for liking
-your water-colours and understanding what you mean by that line. My
-line is to go home at once, for it's very late."
-
-"That's the line of the next two seconds. But there is a restlessness
-about my line that affects it for days and weeks to come. I am not
-leading the right life. The past is very beautiful and so peaceful,
-because it has been. But I have lost that peace. The present is very
-small. But the future! ... Oh, if we could only find an aim ... for
-the future!"
-
-They no longer listened; they went down the dark stairs, groping
-their way.
-
-"Bread?" he asked himself, wonderingly.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XII
-
-
-One morning when Cornélie stayed indoors she went through the books
-that lay scattered about her room. And she found that it was useless
-for her to read Ovid, in order to study something of Roman manners,
-some of which had alarmed and shocked her; she found that Dante and
-Petrarch were too difficult to learn Italian from, whereas she had
-only to pick up a word or two in order to make herself understood in a
-shop or by the servants; she found Hare's Walks a too wearisome guide,
-because every cobble-stone in Rome did not inspire her with the same
-interest that Hare evidently derived from it. Then she confessed to
-herself that she could never see Italy and Rome as Duco van der Staal
-did. She never saw the light of the skies or the drifting of the clouds
-as he had seen them in his unfinished water-colour sketches. She had
-never seen the ruins transfigured in glory as he did in his hours of
-dreaming on the Palatine or in the Forum. She saw a picture merely
-with a layman's eye; a Byzantine madonna made no appeal to her. She
-was very fond of statues; but to fall head over ears in love with
-a mutilated marble torso, in the spirit in which he loved the Eros,
-seemed to her sickly ... and yet it seemed to be the right spirit in
-which to see the Eros. Well, not sickly, she admitted ... but morbid:
-the word, though she herself smiled at it expressed her opinion better;
-not sickly, but morbid. And she looked upon an olive as a tree rather
-like a willow, whereas Duco had told her that an olive was the most
-beautiful tree in the world.
-
-She did not agree with him, either about the olive or about the
-Eros; and yet she felt that he was right from a certain mysterious
-standpoint on which there was no room for her, because it was like
-a mystic eminence amid impassable sensitive spheres which were not
-hers, even as the eminence was to her an unknown vantage-point of
-sensitiveness and vision. She did not agree with him and yet she
-was convinced of his greater rightness, his truer view, his nobler
-insight, his deeper feeling; and she was certain that her way of
-seeing Italy, in the disappointment of her disillusion, in the
-grey light of a growing indifference, was neither noble nor good;
-and she knew that the beauty of Italy escaped her, whereas to him
-it was like a tangible and comprehensible vision. And she cleared
-away Ovid and Petrarch and Hare's guidebook and locked them up in
-her trunk and took out the novels and pamphlets which had appeared
-that year about the woman movement in Holland. She took an interest
-in the problem and thought that it made her more modern than Duco,
-who suddenly seemed to her to belong to a bygone age, not modern,
-not modern. She repeated the words with enjoyment and suddenly felt
-herself stronger. To be modern: that should be her strength. One
-phrase of Duco's had struck her immensely, that exclamation:
-
-"Oh, if we could only find an aim! Our life has a line, a path,
-which it must follow...."
-
-To be modern: was that not a line? To find the solution of a modern
-problem: was that not an aim in life? He was quite right, from his
-point of view, from which he saw Italy; but was not the whole of
-Italy a past, a dream, at least that Italy which Duco saw, a dreamy
-paradise of nothing but art? It could not be right to stand like
-that, see like that a dream like that. The present was here: on
-the grey horizon muttered an approaching storm; and the latter-day
-problems flashed like lightning. Was that not what she had to live
-for? She felt for the woman, she felt for the girl: she herself
-had been the girl, brought up only as a social ornament, to shine,
-to be pretty and attractive and then of course to get married; she
-had shone and she had married; and now she was three-and-twenty,
-divorced from the husband who at one time had been her only aim and,
-for her sake, the aim of her parents; now she was alone, astray,
-desperate and utterly disconsolate: she had nothing to cling to and
-she suffered. She still loved him, cad and scoundrel though he was;
-and she had thought that she was doing something very clever, when she
-went abroad, to Italy, to study art. But she did not understand art,
-she did not feel Italy. Oh, how clearly she saw it, after those talks
-with Duco, that she would never understand art, even though she used
-to sketch a bit, even though she used to have a biscuit-group after
-Canova in her boudoir, Cupid and Psyche: so nice for a young girl! And
-with what certainty she now knew that she would never grasp Italy,
-because she did not think an olive-tree so very beautiful and had
-never seen the sky of the Campagna as a fluttering phoenix-wing! No,
-Italy would never be the consolation of her life....
-
-But what then? She had been through much, but she was alive and very
-young. And once again, at the sight of those pamphlets, at the sight
-of that novel, the desire arose in her soul: to be modern, to be
-modern! And to take part in the problem of to-day! To live for the
-future! To live for her fellow-women, married or unmarried!...
-
-She dared not look deep down into herself, lest she should waver. To
-live for the future!... It separated her a little more from Duco,
-that new ideal. Did she mind? Was she in love with him? No, she
-thought not. She had been in love with her husband and did not want
-to fall in love at once with the first agreeable young man whom she
-chanced to meet in Rome....
-
-And she read the pamphlets, about the feminine problem and love. Then
-she thought of her husband, then of Duco. And wearily she dropped the
-pamphlets and reflected how sad it all was: people, women, girls. She,
-a woman, a young woman, an aimless woman: how sad her life was! And
-Duco: he was happy. And yet he was seeking the line of his life,
-yet he was looking out for his aim. A new restlessness had entered
-into him. And she wept a little and anxiously twisted herself on her
-cushions and clasped her hands and prayed, unconsciously, without
-knowing to whom she was praying:
-
-"O God, tell me what to do!"
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XIII
-
-
-It was then, after a few days, that Cornélie conceived the idea
-of leaving the boarding-house and going to live in rooms. The
-hotel-life disturbed her budding thoughts, like a wind of vanity
-that was constantly blighting very vague and fragile blossoms;
-and, despite a torrent of abuse from the marchesa, who reproached
-her with having engaged to stay the whole winter, she moved into
-the rooms which she had found with Duco van der Staal, after much
-hunting and stair-climbing. They were in the Via dei Serpenti, up any
-number of stairs: a set of two roomy, but almost entirely unfurnished
-apartments, containing only the absolute essentials; and, though the
-view extended far and wide above the house-tops of Rome to the circular
-ruin of the Colosseum, the rooms were rough and uncomfortable, bare
-and uninviting. Duco had not approved of them and said that they made
-him shiver, although they faced the sun; but there was something about
-the ruggedness of the place that harmonized with Cornélie's new mood.
-
-When they parted that day, he thought how inartistic she was and
-she how unmodern he was. They did not meet again for several days;
-and Cornélie was very lonely, but did not feel her loneliness,
-because she was writing a pamphlet on the social position of divorced
-women. The idea was suggested to her by a few sentences in a tract
-on the feminist problem; and at once, without wasting much time in
-thought, she flung off her sentences in a succession of impulses and
-intuitions, rough-hewn, cold and clear; she wrote in an epistolary
-style, without literary art, as though to warn girls against cherishing
-too many illusions about marriage.
-
-She had not made her rooms comfortable; she sat there, high up over
-Rome, with her view across the house-tops to the Colosseum, writing,
-writing and writing, absorbed in her sorrow, uttering herself in
-her stubborn sentences, feeling intensely bitter, but pouring the
-wormwood of her soul into her pamphlet. Mrs. van der Staal and the
-girls, who came to see her, were surprised by her untidy appearance,
-her rough-looking rooms, with a dying fire in the little grate and
-with no flowers, no books, no tea and no cushions; and, when they went
-away after fifteen minutes, pleading urgent errands, they looked at
-each other, tripping down the endless stairs, with eyes of amazement,
-utterly at a loss to understand this transformation of an interesting,
-elegant little woman, surrounded by an aura of poetry and a tragic
-past, into an "independent woman," working furiously at a pamphlet full
-of bitter invective against society. And, when Duco looked her up again
-in a week's time and came to sit with her a little, he remained silent,
-stiff and upright in his chair, without speaking, while Cornélie read
-the beginning of her pamphlet to him. He was touched by the glimpses
-which it revealed to him of personal suffering and experience, but he
-was irritated by a certain discord between that slender, lily-like
-woman, with her drooping movements, and the surroundings in which
-she now felt at her ease, entirely absorbed in her hatred for the
-society--Hague society--which had become hostile to her because she
-refused to go on living with a cad who ill-treated her. And while
-she was reading, Duco thought:
-
-"She would not write like that if she were not writing it all down from
-her own suffering. Why doesn't she make a novel of it? Why generalize
-from one's personal sorrows and why that admonishing voice?..."
-
-He did not like it. He thought the sound of that voice was hard,
-those truths so personal, that bitterness unattractive and that
-hatred of convention so small. And, when she put a question to him,
-he did not say much, nodded his head in vague approval and remained
-sitting in his stiff, uncomfortable attitude. He did not know what to
-answer, he was unable to admire, he thought her inartistic. And yet a
-great compassion welled up within him when he saw, in spite of it all,
-how charming she would be and what charm and womanly dignity would be
-hers could she find the line of her life and moved harmoniously along
-that line with the music of her own movement. He now saw her taking a
-wrong road, a path pointed out to her by the fingers of others and not
-entered upon from the impulse of her own soul. And he felt the deepest
-pity for her. He, an artist, but above all a dreamer, sometimes saw
-vividly, despite his dreaming, despite his sometimes all-embracing
-love of line and colour and atmosphere; he, the artist and dreamer,
-sometimes very clearly saw the emotion looming through the outward
-actions of his fellow-creatures, saw it like light shining through
-alabaster; and he suddenly saw her lost, seeking, straying: seeking
-she herself knew not what, straying she herself knew not through what
-labyrinth, far from her line, the line of her life and the course of
-her soul's journey, which she had never yet found.
-
-She sat before him excitedly. She had read her last pages with a
-flushed face, in a resonant voice, her whole being in a fever. She
-looked as if she would have liked to fling those bitter pages
-at the feet of her Dutch sisters, at the feet of all women. He,
-absorbed in his speculations, melancholy in his pity for her,
-had scarcely listened, nodding his head in vague approval. And
-suddenly she began to speak of herself, revealed herself wholly,
-told him her life: her existence as a young girl at the Hague, her
-education with a view to shining a little and being attractive and
-pretty, with not one serious glance at her future, only waiting for
-a good match, with a flirtation here and a little love-affair there,
-until she was married: a good match, in her own circle; her husband
-a first lieutenant of hussars, a fine, handsome fellow, of a good,
-distinguished family, with a little money. She had fallen in love with
-him for his handsome face and his fine figure, which his uniform showed
-to advantage, and he with her as he might have done with any other
-girl who had a pretty face. Then came the revelation of those very
-early days: the discord between their characters manifesting itself
-luridly at once. She, spoilt at home, dainty, delicate, fastidious,
-but selfishly fastidious and flying out against any offence to her
-own spoilt little ego; he no longer the lover but immediately and
-brutally the man with rights to this and rights to that, with an oath
-here and a roar there; she with neither the tact nor the patience
-to make of their foundering lives what could still be made of them,
-nervous, quick-tempered, quick to resent coarseness, which made his
-savagery flare up so violently that he ill-treated her, swore at her,
-struck her, shook her and banged her against the wall.
-
-The divorce followed. He had not consented at first, content, in
-spite of all, to have a house and in that house a wife, female to
-him, the male, and declining to return to the discomfort of life in
-chambers, until she simply ran away, first to her parents, then to
-friends in the country, protesting loudly against the law, which was
-so unjust to women. He had yielded at last and allowed himself to
-be accused of infidelity, which was not beside the truth. She was
-now free, but stood as it were alone, looked at askance by all her
-acquaintances, refusing to yield to their conventional demand for that
-sort of half-mourning which, according to their conventional ideas,
-should surround a divorced woman and at once returning to her former
-life, the gay life of an unmarried girl. But she had felt that this
-could not go on, both because of her acquaintances and because of
-herself: her acquaintances looking at her askance and she loathing
-her acquaintances, loathing their parties and dinners, until she felt
-profoundly unhappy, lonely and forlorn, without anything or anybody
-to cling to, and had felt all the depression that weighs down on the
-divorced woman. Sometimes, in her heart of hearts, she reflected that
-by dint of great patience and great tact she might have managed that
-man, that he was not wicked, only coarse, that she was still fond of
-him, or at least of his handsome face and his sturdy figure. Love, no,
-it was not love; but had she ever thought of love as she now sometimes
-pictured it? And did not nearly everybody live more or less so-so,
-with a good deal of give and take?
-
-But this regret she hardly confessed to herself, did not now confess
-to Duco; and what she did confess was her bitterness, her hatred of
-her husband, of marriage, of convention, of people, of the world,
-of all the great generalities, generalizing her own feelings into
-one great curse against life. He listened to her, with pity. He
-felt that there was something noble in her, which, however, had been
-stifled from the beginning. He forgave her for not being artistic,
-but he was sorry that she had never found herself, that she did
-not know what she was, who she was, what her life should be, or
-where the line of her life wound, the only path which she ought to
-tread, as every life follows one path. Oh, how often, if a person
-would but let herself go, like a flower, like a bird, like a cloud,
-like a star which so obediently ran its course, she would find her
-happiness and her life, even as the flower or the bird finds them,
-even as the cloud drifts before the sun, even as the star follows its
-course through the heavens. But he told her nothing of his thoughts,
-knowing that, especially in her present mood of bitterness, she would
-not understand them and could derive no comfort from them, because they
-would be too vague for her and too far removed from her own manner of
-thinking. She thought of herself, but imagined that she was thinking
-of women and girls and their movement towards the future. The lines
-of the women ... but had not every woman a line of her own? Only,
-how few of them knew it: their direction, their path, their line of
-life, their wavering course in the twilight of the future. And perhaps,
-because they did not know it for themselves, they were now all seeking
-together a broad path, a main road, along which they would march in
-troops, in a threatening multitude of women, in regiments of women,
-with banners and mottoes and war-cries, a broad path, parallel with
-the movement of the men, until the two paths would melt into one,
-until the troops of women would mingle with the troops of men, with
-equal rights and equal fullness of life....
-
-He said nothing to her. She noticed his silence and did not see how
-much was going on within him, how earnestly he was thinking of her,
-how profoundly he pitied her. She thought that she had bored him. And
-suddenly, around her, she saw the dim, barren room, saw that the fire
-was out; and her zeal subsided, her fever cooled and she thought her
-pamphlet bad, lacking strength and conviction. What would she not
-have given for a word from him! But he sat silent, seemed to take no
-interest, probably did not admire her style of writing. And she felt
-sad, deserted, lonely, estranged from him and bitter because of the
-estrangement; she felt ready to weep, to sob; and, strange to say, in
-her bitterness she thought of him, of her husband, with his handsome
-face. She could not restrain herself, she wept. Duco came up to her,
-put his hand on her shoulder. Then she felt something of what was
-going on within him and that his silence was not due to coldness. She
-told him that she could not remain alone that evening: she was too
-wretched, too wretched. He comforted her, said that there was much
-that was good, much that was true in her pamphlet; that he was not
-a good judge of these modern questions; that he was never clever
-except when he talked about Italy; that he felt so little for people
-and so much for statues, so little for what was newly building for
-a coming century and so much for what lay in ruins and remained over
-from earlier centuries. He said it as though apologizing. She smiled
-through her tears but repeated that she could not stay alone that
-evening and that she was coming with him to Belloni's, to his mother
-and sisters. And they went together, they walked round together; and,
-to divert her mind, he spoke to her of his own thoughts, told her
-anecdotes of the Renascence masters. She did not hear what he said,
-but his voice was sweet to her ears. There was something so gentle
-about his indifference to the modern things that interested her, he had
-so much calmness, healing as balsam, in the restfulness of his soul,
-which allowed itself to move along the golden thread of his dreams,
-as though that thread was the line of his life, so much calmness and
-gentleness that she too grew calmer and gentler and looked up to him
-with a smile.
-
-And, however far removed they might be from each other--he going along
-a dreamy path, she lost in an obscure maze--they nevertheless felt each
-other approaching, felt their souls drawing nearer to each other, while
-their bodies moved beside each other in the actual street, through
-Rome, in the evening. He put his arm through hers to guide her steps.
-
-And, when they came in sight of Belloni's, she thanked him, she did
-not know exactly for what: for the look in his eyes, for his voice, for
-the walk, for the consolation which she felt inexplicably yet clearly
-radiating from him; and she was glad to have come with him this evening
-and to feel the distraction of the Belloni table-d'hôte around her.
-
-But at night, alone, alone in her bare rooms, she was overcome by
-her wretchedness as by a sea of blackness; and, looking out at the
-Colosseum, which showed faintly as a black arc in the black night,
-she sobbed until she felt herself sinking to the point of death,
-derelict, lonely and forlorn, high up above Rome, above the roofs,
-above the pale lights of Rome by night, under the clouds of the
-black night, sinking and derelict, as though she were drifting,
-a shipwrecked waif on an ocean which drowned the world and roared
-its plaints to the inexorable heavens.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XIV
-
-
-Nevertheless Cornélie recovered her calmness when her pamphlet
-was finished. She unpacked her trunks, arranged her rooms a little
-more snugly and, now more at her ease, rewrote the pamphlet and,
-in the revision, improved her style and even her ideas. When she had
-done working in the morning, she usually lunched at a small osteria,
-where she nearly always met Duco van der Staal and had her meal with
-him at a little table. As a rule she dined at Belloni's, beside the
-Van der Staals, in order to obtain a little diversion. The marchesa
-had not bowed to her at first, though she suffered her to attend her
-table-d'hôte, at three lire an evening; but after a time she bowed to
-Cornélie again, with a bitter-sweet little smile, for she had relet
-her two rooms at a higher price. And Cornélie, in her calmer mood,
-found it pleasant to change in the evening, to see Mrs. van der Staal
-and the girls, to listen to their little stories about the Roman
-salons and to cast a glance over the long tables. And they saw that
-the guests were ever again different, as in a kaleidoscope of fleeting
-personalities. Rudyard had disappeared, owing money to the marchesa,
-no one knew whither; the Von Rothkirches had gone to Greece; but Urania
-Hope was still there and sat next to the Marchesa Belloni. On her other
-side was the nephew, the Prince of Forte-Braccio, Duke of San Stefano,
-who dined at Belloni's every night. And Cornélie saw that a sort of
-conspiracy was in progress, the marchesa and the prince laying siege
-to the vain little American from either side. And next day she saw two
-monsignori seated in eager conversation with Urania at the marchesa's
-table, while the marchesa and the prince nodded their heads. All the
-visitors commented on it, every eye was turned in that direction,
-everybody watched the manoeuvres and delighted in the romance.
-
-Cornélie was the only one who was not amused. She would have liked to
-warn Urania against the marchesa, the prince and the monsignori who had
-taken Rudyard's place, but especially against marriage, even marriage
-with a prince and duke. And, growing excited, she spoke to Mrs. van
-der Staal and the girls, repeated phrases out of her pamphlet, glowing
-with her red young hatred against society and people and the world.
-
-Dinner was over; and, still eagerly talking, she went with the Van
-der Staals--mevrouw and the girls and Duco--to the drawing-room,
-sat down in a corner, resumed her conversation, flew out at mevrouw,
-who had contradicted her, and then suddenly saw a fat lady--the girls
-had already nick-named her the Satin Frigate--come towards her with
-a smile and say, while still at some distance:
-
-"I beg your pardon, but there's something I want to say. Look here, I
-have been to Belloni's regularly every winter for the last ten years,
-from November to Easter; and every evening after dinner--but only
-after dinner--I sit in this corner, at this table, on this sofa. I
-hope you won't mind, but I should be glad to have my own seat now."
-
-And the Satin Frigate smiled amiably; but, when the Van der Staals and
-Cornélie rose in mute amazement, she dumped herself down with a rustle
-on the sofa, bobbed up and down for a moment on the springs, laid her
-crochet-work on the table with a gesture as though she were planting
-the Union Jack in a new colony and said, with her most amiable smile:
-
-"Very much obliged. So many thanks."
-
-Duco roared, the girls giggled, but the Satin Frigate merely nodded to
-them good-humouredly. And, not even yet realizing what had happened,
-astounded but gay, they sat down in another corner, the girls still
-seized with an irrepressible giggle. The two æsthetic ladies, with
-the evening-dress and the Jaegers, who sat reading at the table in
-the middle of the room, closed their two books with one slam, rose
-and indignantly went away, because people were laughing and talking
-in the drawing-room:
-
-"It's a shame!" they said, aloud.
-
-And, angular, arrogant and grimy, they stalked out through the door.
-
-"What strange people!" thought Duco, smiling. "Shadows of
-people!... Their lines curl like arabesque through ours. Why do they
-cross our lines with their petty movements and why are ours never
-crossed by those which perhaps would be dearest to our souls?..."
-
-He always took Cornélie back to the Via dei Serpenti. They walked
-slowly through the silent, deserted streets. Sometimes it was late in
-the evening, but sometimes it was immediately after dinner and then
-they would go through the Corso and he would generally ask her to
-come and sit at Aragno's for a little. She agreed and they drank their
-coffee amid the gaiety of the brightly-lit café, watching the bustle
-on the pavement outside. They exchanged few words, distracted by the
-passers-by and the visitors to the café; but they both enjoyed this
-moment and felt at one with each other. Duco evidently did not give
-a thought to the unconventionality of their behaviour; but Cornélie
-thought of Mrs. van der Staal and that she would not approve of it or
-consent to it in one of her daughters, to sit alone with a gentleman
-in a café in the evening. And Cornélie also remembered the Hague and
-smiled at the thought of her Hague friends. And she looked at Duco,
-who sat quietly, pleased to be sitting with her, and drank his coffee
-and spoke a word now and again or pointed to a queer type or a pretty
-woman passing....
-
-One evening, after dinner, he suggested that they should all go to
-the ruins. It was full moon, a wonderful sight. But mevrouw was
-afraid of malaria, the girls of foot-pads; and Duco and Cornélie
-went by themselves. The streets were quite empty, the Colosseum rose
-menacingly like a fortress in the night; but they went in and the
-moonlight blue of the night shone through the open arches: the round
-pit of the arena was black on one side with shadow, while the stream
-of moonlight poured in on the other side, like a white flood, like
-a cascade; and it was as though the night were haunted, as though
-the Colosseum were haunted by all the dead past of Rome, emperors,
-gladiators and martyrs; shadows prowled like lurking wild animals,
-a patch of light suggested a naked woman and the galleries seemed to
-rustle with the sound of the multitude. And yet there was nothing and
-Duco and Cornélie were alone, in the depths of the huge, colossal ruin,
-half in shadow and half in light; and, though she was not afraid, she
-was obsessed by that awful haunting of the past and pushed closer to
-him and clutched his arm and felt very, very small. He just pressed
-her hand, with his simple ease of manner, to reassure her. And the
-night oppressed her, the ghostliness of it all suffocated her, the
-moon seemed to whirl giddily in the sky and to expand to a gigantic
-size and spin round like a silver wheel. He said nothing, he was in
-one of his dreams, seeing the past before him. And silently they went
-away and he led her through the Arch of Titus into the Forum. On
-the left rose the ruins of the imperial palaces; and all around
-them stood the black fragments, with a few pillars soaring on high
-and the white moonlight pouring down like a ghostly sea out of the
-night. They met no one, but she was frightened and clung tighter to his
-arm. When they sat down for a moment on a fragment of the foundation
-of some ancient building, she shivered with cold. He started up,
-said that she must be careful not to catch a chill; and they walked
-on and left the Forum. He took her home and she went upstairs alone,
-striking a match to see her way up the dark staircase. Once in her
-room, she perceived that it was dangerous to wander about the ruins
-at night. She reflected how little Duco had spoken, not thinking
-of danger, lost in his nocturnal dream, peering into the awful
-ghostliness. Why ... why had he not gone alone? Why had he asked her
-to go with him? She fell asleep after a chaos of whirling thoughts:
-the prince and Urania, the fat satin lady, the Colosseum and the
-martyrs and Duco and Mrs. van der Staal. His mother was so ordinary,
-his sisters charming but commonplace and he ... so strange! So simple,
-so unaffected, so unreserved; and for that very reason so strange. He
-would be impossible at the Hague, among her friends. And she smiled
-as she thought of what he had said and how he had said it and how he
-could sit quietly silent, for minutes on end, with a smile about his
-lips, as though thinking of something beautiful....
-
-But she must warn Urania....
-
-And she wearily fell asleep.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XV
-
-
-Cornélie's premonition regarding Mrs. van der Staal's opinion of her
-intercourse with Duco was confirmed: mevrouw spoke to her seriously,
-saying that she would compromise herself if she went on like that and
-adding that she had spoken to Duco in the same sense. But Cornélie
-answered rather haughtily and nonchalantly, declared that, after
-always minding the conventions and becoming very unhappy in spite of
-it, she had resolved to mind them no longer, that she valued Duco's
-conversation and that she was not going to be deprived of it because
-of what people thought or said. And then, she asked Mrs. van der Staal,
-who were "people?" Their three or four acquaintances at Belloni's? Who
-knew her besides? Where else did she go? Why should she care about
-the Hague? And she gave a scornful laugh, loftily parrying Mrs. van
-der Staal's arguments.
-
-The conversation caused a coolness between them. Wounded in her
-touchy over-sensitiveness, she did not come to dinner at Belloni's
-that evening. Next day, meeting Duco at their little table in the
-osteria, she asked him what he thought of his mother's rebuke. He
-smiled vaguely, raising his eyebrows, obviously not realizing the
-commonplace truth of his mother's words, saying that those were just
-Mamma's ideas, which of course were all very well and current in
-the set in which Mamma and his sisters lived, but which he didn't
-enter into or bother about, unless Cornélie thought that Mamma was
-right. And Cornélie blazed out contemptuously, shrugged her shoulders,
-asked who or what there was for whose sake she should allow herself
-to break off their friendly intercourse. They ordered a mezzo-fiasco
-between them and had a long, chatty lunch like two comrades, like
-two students. He said that he had been thinking over her pamphlet;
-he talked, to please her, about the modern woman, modern marriage,
-the modern girl. She condemned the way in which Mrs. van der Staal
-was bringing up her daughters, that light, frivolous education and
-that endless going about, on the look for a husband. She said that
-she spoke from experience.
-
-They walked along the Via Appia that afternoon and went to the
-Catacombs, where a Trappist showed them round. When Cornélie returned
-home she felt pleasantly light and cheerful. She did not go out again;
-she piled up the logs on her fire against the evening, which was
-turning chilly, and supped off a little bread and jelly, so as not
-to go out for her dinner. Sitting in her tea-gown, with her hands
-folded over her head, she stared into the briskly burning logs and
-let the evening speed past her. She was satisfied with her life,
-so free, independent of everything and everybody. She had a little
-money, she could go on living like this. She had no great needs. Her
-life in rooms, in little restaurants was not expensive. She wanted
-no clothes. She felt satisfied. Duco was an agreeable friend: how
-lonely she would be without him! Only her life must acquire some
-aim. What aim? The feminist movement? But how, abroad? It was such
-a different movement to work at.... She would send her pamphlet now
-to a newly founded women's paper. But then? She wasn't in Holland
-and she didn't want to go to Holland; and yet there would certainly
-be more scope there for her activity, for exchanging views with
-others. Whereas here, in Rome.... An indolence overcame her, in
-the drowsiness of her cosy room. For Duco had helped her to arrange
-her sitting-room. He certainly was a cultivated fellow, even though
-he was not modern. What a lot he knew about history, about Italy;
-and how cleverly he told it all! The way he explained Italy to her,
-she was interested in the country after all.
-
-Only, he wasn't modern. He had no insight into Italian politics,
-into the struggle between the Quirinal and the Vatican, into
-anarchism, which was showing its head at Milan, into the riots in
-Sicily.... An aim in life: what a difficult thing it was! And, in
-her evening drowsiness after a pleasant day, she did not feel the
-absence of an aim and enjoyed the soft luxury of letting her thoughts
-glide on in unison with the drowsy evening hours, in a voluptuous
-self-indulgence. She looked at the sheets of her pamphlet, scattered
-over her big writing-table, a real table to work at: they lay yellow
-under the light of her reading-lamp; they had not all been recopied,
-but she was not in the mood now; she threw a log into the little grate
-and the fire smoked and blazed. So pleasant, that foreign habit of
-burning wood instead of coal....
-
-And she thought of her husband. She missed him sometimes. Could she
-not have managed him, with a little tact and patience? After all,
-he was very nice during the period of their engagement. He was rough,
-but not bad. He might have sworn at her sometimes, but perhaps he did
-not mean any great harm. He waltzed divinely, he swung you round so
-firmly.... He was good-looking and, she had to confess, she was in love
-with him, if only for his handsome face, his handsome figure. There
-was something about his eyes and mouth that she was never able to
-resist. When he spoke, she had to look at his mouth. However, that
-was all over and done with....
-
-After all, perhaps the life at the Hague was too monotonous for her
-temperament. She liked travelling, seeing new people, developing
-new ideas; and she had never been able to settle down in her little
-set. And now she was free, independent of all ties, of all people. If
-Mrs. van der Staal was angry, she didn't care.... And, all the same,
-Duco was rather modern, in his indifference to convention. Or was
-it merely the artistic side in him? Or was he, as a man who was not
-modern, indifferent to it even as she, a modern woman, was? A man
-could allow himself more. A man was not so easily compromised.... A
-modern woman. She repeated the words proudly. Her drowsiness acquired
-a certain arrogance. She drew herself up, stretching out her arms,
-looked at herself in the glass: her slender figure, her delicate
-little face, a trifle pale, with the eyes big and grey and bright
-under their remarkably long lashes, her light-brown hair in a loose,
-tangled coil, the lines of her figure, like those of a drooping lily,
-very winsome in the creased folds of her old tea-gown, pale-pink and
-faded.... What was her path in life? She felt herself to be something
-more than a worker and fighter, to be very complex, felt that she was
-a woman too, felt a great womanliness inside her, like a weakness
-which would hamper her energy. And she wandered through the room,
-unable to decide to go to bed, and, staring into the gloomy ashes
-of the expiring fire, she thought of her future, of what she would
-become and how, of how she would go and whither, along which curve
-of life, wandering through what forests, winding through what alleys,
-crossing which other curves of which other, seeking souls....
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XVI
-
-
-The idea had long fixed itself in Cornélie's mind that she must speak
-to Urania Hope; and one morning she sent her a note asking for an
-appointment that afternoon. Miss Hope wrote back assenting; and at
-five o'clock Cornélie found her at home in her handsome and expensive
-sitting-room at Belloni's: many lights, many flowers; Urania hammering
-on the piano in an indoor gown of Venetian lace; the table decked with
-a rich tea, with cut bread-and-butter, cakes and sweets. Cornélie had
-said that she wanted to see Miss Hope alone, on a matter of importance,
-and at once asked if she would be alone, feeling a doubt of it, now
-that Urania was receiving her so formally. But Urania reassured her:
-she had said that she was at home to no one but Mrs. de Retz and was
-very curious to know what Cornélie had come to talk about. Cornélie
-reminded Urania of her former warning and, when Urania laughed, she
-took her hand and looked at her with such serious eyes that she made an
-impression of the American girl's frivolous nature and Urania became
-puzzled. Urania now suddenly thought it very momentous--a secret,
-an intrigue, a danger, in Rome!--and they whispered together. And
-Cornélie, no longer feeling anxious amid this increasing intimacy,
-confessed to Urania what she had heard through the half-open door: the
-marchesa's machinations with her nephew, whom she was absolutely bent
-on marrying to a rich heiress at the behest of the prince's father, who
-seemed to have promised her so much for putting the match through. Then
-she spoke of Miss Taylor's conversion, effected by Rudyard: Rudyard,
-who did not seem able to achieve his purpose with Urania, failing to
-obtain a hold on her confiding, but frivolous, butterfly nature, and
-who, as Cornélie suspected, had for that reason incurred the disfavour
-of his ecclesiastical superiors and vanished without settling his
-debt to the marchesa. His place appeared to have been taken by the two
-monsignori, who looked more dignified and worldly and displayed great
-unctuousness, were more lavish in smiles. And Urania, staring at this
-danger, at these pit-falls under her feet which Cornélie had suddenly
-revealed to her, now became really frightened, turned pale and promised
-to be on her guard. Really she would have liked to tell her maid to
-pack up at once, so that they might leave Rome as soon as possible,
-for another town, another pension, one with lots of titled people: she
-adored titles! And Cornélie, seeing that she had made an impression,
-continued, spoke of herself, spoke of marriage in general, said that
-she had written a pamphlet against marriage and on The Social Position
-of Divorced Women. And she spoke of the suffering which she had been
-through and of the feminist movement in Holland. And, once in the vein,
-she abandoned all restraint and talked more and more emphatically,
-until Urania thought her exceedingly clever, a very clever girl,
-to be able to argue and write like that on a ques-tion brû-lante,
-laying a fine stress on the first syllables of the French words. She
-admitted that she would like to have the vote and, as she said this,
-spread out the long train of her lace tea-gown. Cornélie spoke of the
-injustice of the law which leaves the wife nothing, takes everything
-from her and forces her entirely into the husband's power; and Urania
-agreed with her and passed the little dish of chocolate-creams. And
-to the accompaniment of a second cup of tea they talked excitedly,
-both speaking at once, neither listening to what the other was saying;
-and Urania said that it was a shame. From the general discussion they
-relapsed to the consideration of their particular interests: Cornélie
-depicted the character of her husband, unable, in the coarseness of
-his nature, to understand a woman or to consent that a woman should
-stand beside him and not beneath him. And she once more returned to
-the Jesuits, to the danger of Rome for rich girls travelling alone,
-to that virago of a marchesa and to the prince, that titled bait
-which the Jesuits flung to win a soul and to improve the finances
-of an impoverished Italian house which had remained faithful to the
-Pope and refused to serve the king. And both of them were so vehement
-and excited that they did not hear the knock and looked up only when
-the door slowly opened. They started, glanced round and both turned
-pale when they saw the Prince of Forte-Braccio enter the room. He
-apologized with a smile, said that he had seen a light in Miss
-Urania's sitting-room, that the porter had told him she was engaged,
-but that he had ventured to disobey her orders. And he sat down;
-and, in spite of all that they had been saying, Urania thought it
-delightful to have the prince sitting there and accepting a cup of
-tea at her hands and graciously consenting to eat a piece of cake.
-
-And Urania showed her album of coats of arms--the prince had already
-contributed an impression of his--and next the album with patterns
-of the queen's ball-dresses. Then the prince laughed and felt in his
-pocket for an envelope; he opened it and carefully produced a cutting
-of blue brocade embroidered with silver and seed-pearls.
-
-"What is it?" asked Urania, in ecstasy.
-
-And he said that he had brought her a pattern of her majesty's last
-dress; his cousin--not a Black, like himself, but a White, belonging
-not to the papal but to the court party and a lady-in-waiting to the
-queen--had procured this cutting for him for Urania's album. Urania
-would see it herself: the queen would wear the dress at next week's
-court ball. He was not going, he did not even go to his cousin's
-officially, not to her parties; but he saw her sometimes, because
-of the family relationship, out of friendship. And he begged Urania
-not to give him away: it might injure him in his career--"What
-career?" Cornélie wondered to herself--if people knew that he saw
-much of his cousin; but he had called on her pretty often lately,
-for Urania's sake, to get her that pattern.
-
-And Urania was so grateful that she forgot all about the social
-position of girls and women, married or unmarried, and would gladly
-have sacrificed her right to the franchise for such a charming Italian
-prince. Cornélie became vexed, rose, bowed coldly to the prince and
-drew Urania with her to the door:
-
-"Don't forget what we have been saying," she warned her. "Be on
-your guard."
-
-And she saw the prince look at her sarcastically, as they whispered
-together, suspecting that she was talking about him, but proud of
-the power of his personality and his title and his attentions over
-the daughter of an American stockinet-manufacturer.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XVII
-
-
-A coolness had arisen between Mrs. van der Staal and Cornélie; and
-Cornélie no longer went to dine at Belloni's. She did not see mevrouw
-and the girls again for weeks; but she saw Duco daily. Notwithstanding
-the essential differences in their characters, they had grown so
-accustomed to being together that they missed each other if a day
-passed without their meeting; and so they had gradually come to
-lunch and dine together every day, almost as a matter of course:
-in the morning at the osteria and in the evening at some small
-restaurant or other, usually very simply. To avoid dividing the bill,
-Duco would pay one time and Cornélie the next. Generally they had
-much to talk about: he taught her Rome, took her after lunch to all
-manner of churches and museums; and under his guidance she began
-to understand, appreciate and admire. By unconscious suggestion he
-inspired her with some of his ideas. She found painting very difficult,
-but understood sculpture much more readily. And she began to look upon
-him as not merely morbid; she looked up to him, he spoke quite simply
-to her, as from his exalted standpoint of feeling and knowledge and
-understanding, of very exalted matters which she, as a girl and later
-as a young married woman, had never seen in the glorious apotheosis
-which he caused to rise before her like the first gleam of a dawn,
-of a new day in which she beheld new types of life, created of all
-that was noblest in the artist's soul. He regretted that he could not
-show her Giotto in the Santa Croce at Florence and the Primitives in
-the Uffizi and that he had to teach her Rome straight away; but he
-introduced her to all the exuberant art-life of the Papal Renascence,
-until, under the influence of his speech, she shared that life for a
-single intense second and until Michael Angelo and Raphael stood out
-before her, also living. After a day like that, he would think that
-after all she was not so hopelessly inartistic; and she thought of
-him with respect, even after the suggestion was interrupted and when
-she reflected on what she had seen and heard and really, deep down in
-herself, no longer understood things so well as she had that morning,
-because she was lacking in love for them. But so much glamour of colour
-and the past remained whirling before her eyes in the evening that
-it made her pamphlet seem drab and dull; and the feminist movement
-ceased to interest her and she did not care about Urania Hope.
-
-He admitted to himself that he had quite lost his peace of mind,
-that Cornélie stood before him in his thoughts, between him and his
-old triptychs, that his lonely, friendless, ingenuous, simple life,
-content with wandering through and outside Rome, with reading,
-dreaming and now and then painting a little, had changed entirely
-in habit and in line, now that the line of his life had crossed that
-of hers and they both seemed to be going one way, he did not really
-know why. Love was not exactly the word for the feeling that drew
-him towards her. And just very vaguely, inwardly and unconsciously
-he suspected, though he never actually said or even thought as much,
-that it was the line of her figure, which was marked by something
-almost Byzantine, the slenderness of the frame, the long arms, the
-drooping lily-line of the woman who suffered, with the melancholy in
-her grey eyes, overshadowed by their almost too-long lashes; that it
-was the noble shape of her hand, small and pretty for a tall woman;
-that it was a movement of her neck, as of a swaying stalk, or a tired
-swan trying to glance backwards. He had never met many women and those
-whom he had met had always seemed very ordinary; but she was unreal
-to him, in the contradictions of her character, in its vagueness
-and intangibility, in all the half-tints which escaped his eye,
-accustomed to half-tints though it was.... What was she like? What he
-had always seen in her character was a woman in a novel, a heroine in
-a poem. What was she as a living woman of flesh and blood? She was
-not artistic and she was not inartistic; she had no energy and yet
-she did not lack energy; she was not precisely cultivated; and yet,
-obeying her impulse and her intuition, she wrote a pamphlet on one of
-the most modern questions and worked at it and revised and copied it,
-till it became a piece of writing no worse than another. She had a
-spacious way of thinking, loathing all the pettiness of the cliques,
-no longer feeling at home, after her suffering, in her little Hague
-set; and here, in Rome, at a dance she listened behind a door to
-a nonsensical conspiracy, hardly worthy of the name, he thought,
-and had gone to Urania Hope to mingle with the confused curves of
-smaller lives, curves without importance, of people whom he despised
-for their lack of line, of colour, of vision, of haze, of everything
-that was dear as life to him and made up life for him.... What was
-she like? He did not understand her. But her curve was of importance
-to him. She was not without a line: a line of art and line of life;
-she moved in the dream of her own indefiniteness before his gazing
-eyes; and she loomed up out of the haze, as out of the twilight of
-his studio atmosphere, and stood before him like a phantom. He would
-not call that love; but she was dear to him like a revelation that
-constantly veiled itself in secrecy. And his life as a lonely wanderer
-was, it was true, changed; but she had introduced no inharmonious
-habit into his life: he enjoyed taking his meals in a little café or
-osteria; and she took them with him easily and simply, not squalidly
-but pleasantly and harmoniously, with an adaptability and with just
-as much natural grace as when she used to dine of an evening at the
-table-d'hôte at Belloni's. All this--that contradictory admixture of
-unreality, of inconsistency; that living vision of indefiniteness;
-that intangibility of her individual essence; that self-concealment of
-the soul; that blending of her essential characteristics--had become
-a charm to him: a restlessness, a need, a nervous want in his life,
-otherwise so restful, so easily contented and calm, but above all a
-charm, an indispensable every-day charm.
-
-And, without troubling about what people might think, about what
-Mrs. van der Staal thought, they would one day go to Tivoli together,
-or another day walk from Castel Gandolfo to Albano and drive to the
-Lago di Nemi and picnic at the Villa Sforza-Cesarini, with the broken
-capital of a classic pillar for a table. They rested side by side in
-the shadow of the trees, admired the camellias, silently contemplated
-the glassy clearness of the lake, Diana's looking-glass, and drove
-back over Frascati. They were silent in the carriage; and he smiled
-as he reflected how they had been taken everywhere that day for man
-and wife. She also thought of their increasing intimacy and at the
-same time thought that she would never marry again. And she thought
-of her husband and compared him with Duco, so young in the face but
-with eyes full of depth and soul, a voice so calm and even, with
-everything that he said much to the point, so accurately informed;
-and then his calmness, his simplicity, his lack of passion, as though
-his nerves had schooled themselves only to feel the calmness of art
-in the dreamy mist of his life. And she confessed to herself, there,
-in the carriage beside him, amid the softly shelving hills, purpling
-away in the evening, while before her faded the rose-mallow of a pale
-gold sunset, that he was dear to her because of that cleverness, that
-absence of passion, that simplicity and that accuracy of information--a
-clear voice sounding up out of the dreamy twilight--and that she was
-happy to be sitting beside him, to hear that voice and by chance
-to feel his hand, happy in that her line of life had crossed his,
-in that their two lines seemed to form a path towards the increasing
-brightness, the gradual daily elucidation of their immediate future....
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XVIII
-
-
-Cornélie now saw no one except Duco. Mrs. van der Staal had broken
-with her and would not allow her daughters to have any further
-intercourse with her. A coolness had arisen even between the mother
-and the son. Cornélie saw no one now except Duco and, at times,
-Urania Hope. The American girl came to her pretty often and told
-her about Belloni's, where the people talked about Cornélie and Duco
-and commented on their relations. Urania was glad to think herself
-above that hotel gossip, but still she wanted to warn Cornélie. Her
-words displayed a simple spontaneity of friendship that appealed to
-Cornélie. When Cornélie, however, asked after the prince, she became
-silent and confused and evidently did not wish to say much. Then,
-after the court ball, at which the queen had really worn the dress
-embroidered with seed-pearls, Urania came and looked Cornélie up again
-and admitted, over a cup of tea, that she had that morning promised to
-go and see the prince at his own place. She said this quite simply,
-as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Cornélie was
-horrified and asked her how she could have promised such a thing.
-
-"Why not?" Urania replied. "What is there in it? I receive his
-visits. If he asks me to come and see his rooms--he lives in the
-Palazzo Ruspoli and wants to show me his pictures and miniatures and
-old lace--why should I refuse to go? Why should I make a fuss about
-it? I am above any such narrow-mindedness. We American girls go about
-freely with our men friends. And what about yourself? You go for walks
-with Mr. van der Staal, you lunch with him, you go for trips with him,
-you go to his studio...."
-
-"I have been married," said Cornélie. "I am responsible to no one. You
-have your parents. What you are thinking of doing is imprudent and
-high-handed. Tell me, does the prince think of ... marrying you?"
-
-"If I become a Catholic."
-
-"And ...?"
-
-"I think ... I shall. I have written to Chicago," she said,
-hesitatingly.
-
-She closed her beautiful eyes for a second and went pale, because
-the title of princess and duchess flashed before her sight.
-
-"Only ..." she began.
-
-"Only what?"
-
-"I sha'n't have a cheerful life. The prince belongs to the Blacks. They
-are always in mourning because of the Pope. They have hardly anything
-in their set: no dances, no parties. If we got married, I should like
-him to come to America with me. Their home in the Abruzzi is a lonely,
-tumbledown castle. His father is a very proud, stand-offish, silent
-person. I have been told so by ever so many people. What am I to do,
-Cornélie? I'm very fond of Gilio: his name is Virgilio. And then, you
-know, the title is an old Italian title: Principe di Forte-Braccio,
-Duca di San Stefano.... But then, you see, that's all there is
-to it. San Stefano is a hole. That's where his papa lives. They
-sell wine and live on that. And olive-oil; but they don't make any
-money. My father manufactures stockinet; but he has grown rich on
-it. They haven't many family-jewels. I have made enquiries.... His
-cousin, the Contessa di Rosavilla, the lady in waiting to the queen,
-is nice ... but we shouldn't see her officially. I shouldn't be able
-to go anywhere. It does strike me as rather boring."
-
-Cornélie spoke vehemently, blazed out and repeated her phrases: against
-marriage in general and now against this marriage in particular, merely
-for the sake of a title. Urania assented: it was merely for the title;
-but then there was Gilio too, of course: he was so nice and she was
-fond of him. But Cornélie didn't believe a word of it and told her
-so straight out. Urania began to cry: she did not know what to do.
-
-"And when were you to go to the prince?"
-
-"This evening."
-
-"Don't go."
-
-"No, no, you're right, I sha'n't go."
-
-"Do you promise me?"
-
-"Yes, yes."
-
-"Don't go, Urania."
-
-"No, I sha'n't go. You're a dear girl. You're quite right: I won't
-go. I swear to you I won't."
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XIX
-
-
-The undertaking which Urania had given was so vague, however,
-that Cornélie felt uneasy and spoke of it to Duco that evening,
-when she met him at the restaurant. But he was not interested
-in Urania, in what she did or didn't do; and he shrugged his
-shoulders indifferently. Cornélie, on the other hand, was silent
-and absent-minded and did not listen to what he was talking about:
-a side-panel of a triptych, undoubtedly by Lippo Memmi, which
-he had discovered in a little shop by the Tiber; the angel of the
-Annunciation, almost as beautiful as the one in the Uffizi, kneeling
-with the stir of his last flight yet about him, with the lily-stem
-in his hands. But the dealer asked two hundred lire for it and he
-did not want to give more than fifty. And yet the dealer had not
-mentioned Memmi's name, did not suspect that the angel was by Memmi.
-
-Cornélie was not listening; and suddenly she said:
-
-"I am going to the Palazzo Ruspoli."
-
-He looked up in surprise:
-
-"What for?"
-
-"To ask for Miss Hope."
-
-He was dumb with amazement and continued to look at her open-mouthed.
-
-"If she's not there," Cornélie went on, "it's all right. If she is, if
-she has gone after all, I'll ask to speak to her on urgent business."
-
-He did not know what to say, thinking her sudden idea so strange,
-so eccentric, thinking it so unnecessary that her curve should cross
-the curves of insignificant, indifferent people, that he did not know
-how to choose his words. Cornélie glanced at her watch:
-
-"It's past half-past nine. If she does go, she will go about this
-time."
-
-She called the waiter and paid the bill. And she buttoned her coat
-and stood up. He followed after her:
-
-"Cornélie," he began, "isn't what you are doing rather strange? It'll
-mean all sorts of worries for you."
-
-"If one always objected to being worried, one would never do a good
-action."
-
-They walked on in silence, he moving irritably by her side. They did
-not speak: he thought her intention simply crazy; she thought him
-wanting in chivalry, not to wish to protect Urania. She was thinking
-of her pamphlet, of her fellow-women; and she wanted to protect Urania
-from marriage, from that prince. And they walked through the Corso
-to the Palazzo Ruspoli. He became nervous, made another attempt to
-restrain her; but she had already asked the porter:
-
-"Is il signore principe at home?"
-
-The man looked at her suspiciously:
-
-"No," he said, curtly.
-
-"I believe he is. If so, ask if Miss Hope is with his excellency. Miss
-Hope was not at home; I believe that she was coming to see the prince
-this evening; and I want to speak to her urgently ... on a matter
-which will not brook delay. Here: la Signora de Retz...."
-
-She handed him her card. She spoke with the greatest self-possession
-and referred to Urania's visit calmly and simply, as though it were
-an every-day occurrence for American girls to call on Italian princes
-in the evening and as though she were persuaded that the porter knew
-of this custom. The man was disconcerted by her attitude, bowed,
-took the card and went away. Cornélie and Duco waited in the portico.
-
-He admired her calmness. He considered her behaviour eccentric; but
-she carried out her eccentricity with a self-assurance which once
-more showed her in a new light. Would he never understand her, would
-he never grasp anything or know anything for certain of that changeful
-and intangible vagueness of hers? He could never have spoken those few
-words to that porter in just that tone! Where had she got that tact
-from, that dignified, serious attitude towards that imposing janitor,
-with his long cane and his cocked hat? She did it all as easily as
-she ordered their simple dinner, with a pleasant familiarity, of the
-waiter at their little restaurant.
-
-The porter returned:
-
-"Miss Hope and his excellency beg that you will come upstairs."
-
-She looked at Duco with a triumphant smile, amused at his confusion:
-
-"Will you come too?"
-
-"Why, no," he stammered. "I can wait for you here."
-
-She followed the footman up the stairs. The wide corridor was hung
-with family-portraits. The drawing-room door was open and the prince
-came out to meet her.
-
-"Please forgive me, prince," she said, calmly, putting out her hand.
-
-His eyes were small and pinched and gleamed like carbuncles; he was
-white with rage; but he controlled himself and pressed his lips to
-the hand which she gave him.
-
-"Forgive me," she went on. "I want to speak to Miss Hope on an
-urgent matter."
-
-She entered the drawing-room; Urania was there, blushing and
-embarrassed.
-
-"You understand," Cornélie said, with a smile, "that I would not have
-disturbed you if it had not been important. A question between women
-... and still important!" she continued, jestingly; and the prince
-made an insipid, gallant reply. "May I speak to Miss Hope alone for
-a moment?"
-
-The prince looked at her. He suspected unfriendliness in her and more,
-hostility. But he bowed, with his insipid smile, and said that he
-would leave the ladies to themselves. He went to another room.
-
-"What is it, Cornélie?" asked Urania, in agitation.
-
-She took Cornélie's two hands and looked at her anxiously.
-
-"Nothing," said Cornélie, severely. "I have nothing to say to you. Only
-I had my suspicions and felt sure that you would not keep your
-promise. I wanted to make certain if you were here. Why did you come?"
-
-Urania began to weep.
-
-"Don't cry!" whispered Cornélie, mercilessly. "For God's sake don't
-start crying. You've done the most thoughtless thing imaginable...."
-
-"I know I have!" Urania confessed, nervously, drying her tears.
-
-"Then why did you do it?"
-
-"I couldn't help it."
-
-"Alone, with him, in the evening! A man well-known to be a bad lot."
-
-"I know."
-
-"What do you see in him?"
-
-"I'm fond of him."
-
-"You only want to marry him for his title. For the sake of his title
-you're compromising yourself. What if he doesn't respect you this
-evening as his future wife? What if he compels you to be his mistress?"
-
-"Cornélie! Don't!"
-
-"You're a child, a thoughtless child. And your father lets you travel
-by yourself ... to see 'dear old Italy!' You're an American and
-broad-minded: that's all right; to travel through the world pluckily
-on your own is all right; but you're not a woman, you're a baby!"
-
-"Cornélie...."
-
-"Come away with me; say that you're going with me ... for an urgent
-reason. Or no ... better say nothing. Stay. But I'll stay too."
-
-"Yes, you stay too."
-
-"We'll send for him now."
-
-"Yes."
-
-Cornélie rang the bell. A footman appeared.
-
-"Tell his excellency that we are ready."
-
-The man went away. In a little while the prince entered. He had never
-been treated like that in his own house. He was seething with rage,
-but he remained very polite and outwardly calm:
-
-"Is the important matter settled?" he asked, with his small eyes and
-his hypocritical smile.
-
-"Yes; thank you very much for your discretion in leaving us to
-ourselves," said Cornélie. "Now that I have spoken to Miss Hope,
-I am greatly relieved by what she has told me. Aha, you would like
-to know what we were talking about!"
-
-The prince raised his eyebrows. Cornélie had spoken archly, holding
-up her finger as though in threat, smiling; and the prince looked at
-her and saw that she was handsome. Not with the striking beauty and
-freshness of Urania Hope, but with a more complex attractiveness, that
-of a married woman, divorced, but very young; that of a fin-de-siècle
-woman, with a faintly perverse expression in her deep grey eyes,
-moving under very long lashes; that of a woman of peculiar grace
-in the drooping lines of her tired, lax, morbid charm: a woman who
-knew life; a woman who saw through him: he was certain of it; a woman
-who, though disliking him, nevertheless spoke to him coquettishly in
-order to attract him, to win him, unconsciously, from sheer womanly
-perversity. And he saw her, in her perverse beauty, and admired her,
-sensitive as he was to various types of women. He suddenly thought her
-handsomer and less commonplace than Urania and much more distinguished
-and not so ingenuously susceptible to his title, a thing which he
-thought so silly in Urania. He was suddenly at his ease with her,
-his anger subsided: he thought it fun to have two good-looking women
-with him instead of one; and he jested in return, saying that he was
-consumed with curiosity, that he had been listening at the door but
-had been unable to catch a word, alas!
-
-Cornélie laughed with coquettish gaiety and looked at her watch. She
-said something about going, but sat down at the same time, unbuttoned
-her coat and said to the prince:
-
-"I have heard so much about your miniatures. Now that I have the
-chance, may I see them?"
-
-The prince was willing, charmed by the look in her eyes, by her voice;
-he was all fire and flame in a second.
-
-"But," said Cornélie, "my escort is waiting outside in the portico. He
-would not come up: he doesn't know you. It is Mr. van der Staal."
-
-The prince laughed as he glanced at her. He knew of the gossip at
-Belloni's. He did not for a moment doubt the existence of a liaison
-between Van der Staal and Signora de Retz. He knew that they did not
-care for the proprieties. And he began to like Cornélie very much.
-
-"But I will send to Mr. van der Staal at once to ask him to come up."
-
-"He is waiting in the portico," said Cornélie. "He won't like to...."
-
-"I'll go myself," said the prince, with obliging vivacity.
-
-He left the room. The ladies stayed behind. Cornélie took off her
-coat, but kept on her hat, because her hair was sure to be untidy. She
-looked into the glass:
-
-"Have you your powder on you?" she asked Urania.
-
-Urania took her little ivory powder-box from her bag and handed it
-to Cornélie. And, while Cornélie powdered her face, Urania looked at
-her friend and did not understand. She remembered the impression of
-seriousness which Cornélie had made on her at their first meeting:
-studying Rome; afterwards, writing a pamphlet on the woman question
-and the position of divorced women. Then her warnings against marriage
-and the prince. And now she suddenly saw her as a most attractive,
-frivolous woman, irresistibly charming, even more bewitching than
-actually beautiful, full of coquetry in the depths of her grey eyes,
-which glanced up and down under the curling lashes, simply dressed in
-a dark-silk blouse and a cloth skirt, but with so much distinction
-and so much coquetry, with so much dignity and yet with a touch of
-yielding winsomeness, that she hardly knew her.
-
-But the prince had returned, bringing Duco with him. Duco was nervously
-reluctant, not knowing what had happened, not grasping how Cornélie had
-acted. He saw her sitting quietly, smiling; and she at once explained
-that the prince was going to show her his miniatures.
-
-Duco declared flatly that he did not care for miniatures. The prince
-suspected from his irritable tone that he was jealous. And this
-suspicion incited the prince to pay attentions to Cornélie. And
-he behaved as though he were showing his miniatures only to her,
-as though he were showing her his old lace. She admired the lace
-in particular and rolled it between her delicate fingers. She asked
-him to tell her about his grandmothers, who used to wear the lace:
-had they had any adventures? He told her one, which made her laugh
-very much; then he told an anecdote or two, vivaciously, flaming
-up under her glance, and she laughed. Amid the atmosphere of that
-big drawing-room, his study--it contained his writing-table--with
-the candles lighted and flowers everywhere for Urania, a certain
-perverse gaiety began to reign, an airy joie de vivre. But only
-between Cornélie and the prince. Urania had fallen silent; and Duco
-did not speak a word. Cornélie was a revelation to him also. He had
-never seen her like that: not at the dance on Christmas Day, nor at
-the table-d'hôte, nor in his studio, nor on their excursions, nor in
-their restaurant. Was she a woman, or was she ten women?
-
-And he confessed to himself that he loved her, that he loved her
-more at each revelation, more with each woman that he saw in her,
-like a new facet which she made to gleam and glitter. But he could
-not speak, could not join in their pleasantry, feeling strange in
-that atmosphere, strange in that atmosphere of buoyant animal spirits,
-caused by nothing but aimless words, as though the French and Italian
-which they mixed up together were dropping so many pearls, as though
-their jests shone like so much tinsel, as though their equivocal
-playing upon words had the iridescence of a rainbow....
-
-The prince regretted that his tea was no longer fit to drink, but
-he rang for some champagne. He thought that his plans had partly
-failed that evening, for, fearing to lose Urania, he had intended
-to compel her; seeing her hesitation, he had resolved to force the
-irreparable. But his nature was so devoid of seriousness--he was
-marrying to please his father and the Marchesa Belloni rather than
-himself; he enjoyed his life quite as well with a load of debts and no
-wife as he could hope to do with a wife and millions of money--that
-he began to consider the failure of his plans highly amusing and had
-to laugh within himself when he thought of his father, of his aunt,
-the marchesa, and of their machinations, which had no effect on Urania,
-because a pretty, flirtatious woman had objected.
-
-"Why did she object?" he wondered, as he poured out the foaming
-Monopole, spilling it over the glasses. "Why does she put herself
-between me and the American stocking-seller? Is she herself in Italy
-hunting for a title?"
-
-But he did not care: he thought the intruder charming, pretty, very
-pretty, coquettish, seductive, bewitching. He fussed around her,
-neglecting Urania, almost forgetting to fill her glass. And, when
-it grew late and Cornélie at last rose to go and drew Urania's arm
-through hers and looked at the prince with a glance of triumph which
-they mutually understood, he whispered in her ear:
-
-"I am ever so grateful to you for visiting me in my humble abode. You
-have defeated me: I acknowledge myself defeated."
-
-The words appeared to be merely an allusion to their jesting discussion
-about nothing; but, uttered between him and her, between the prince
-and Cornélie, they sounded full of meaning; and he saw the smile of
-victory in her eyes....
-
-He remained behind in his room and poured himself out what remained of
-the champagne. And, as he raised the glass to his lips, he said, aloud:
-
-"O, che occhi! Che belli occhi!... Che belli occhi!..."
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XX
-
-
-Next day, when Duco met Cornélie at the osteria, she was very cheerful
-and excited. She told him that she had already received a reply from
-the woman's paper to which she had sent her pamphlet the week before
-and that her work was not only accepted but would be paid for. She
-was so proud at earning money for the first time that she was as
-merry as a little child. She did not speak of the previous evening,
-seemed to have forgotten Urania, but felt an exuberant need to talk.
-
-She formed all sorts of great plans: to travel about as a journalist,
-to fling herself into the movement of the great cities, to pursue every
-reality, to have herself sent by some paper as a delegate to congresses
-and festivals. The few guilders which she was earning already made
-her intoxicated with zeal; and she would like to make a lot of money
-and do a great deal and consider no fatigue. He thought her simply
-adorable: in the half light of the osteria, as she sat at the little
-table eating her gnocchi, with in front of her the mezzofiasco of
-pale-yellow wine of the country, her usual languor acquired a new
-vivacity which astonished him; her outline, half-dark on the left,
-lighted on the right by the sunshine in the street, acquired a modern
-grace of drawing which reminded him of the French draughtsmen: the
-rather pale face with the delicate features, lit up by her smile,
-faintly indicated under the sailor hat, which slanted over her eyes;
-the hair, touched with gold, or a dark light-brown; the white veil
-raised into a rumpled mist above; her figure, slender and gracious
-in the simple, unbuttoned coat, with a bunch of violets in her blouse.
-
-The manner in which she helped herself to wine, in which she addressed
-the cameriere--the only one, who knew them well, from seeing them
-daily--with a pleasant familiarity; the vivacity replacing her languor;
-her great plans, her gay phrases: all this seemed to shine upon him,
-unconstrained and yet distinguished, free and yet womanly and, above
-all, easy, as she was at her ease everywhere, with an assimilative
-tact which for him constituted a peculiar harmony. He thought of
-the evening before, but she did not speak of it. He thought of that
-revelation of her coquetry, but she was not thinking of coquetry. She
-was never coquettish with him. She looked up to him, regarded him as
-clever and exceptional, though not belonging to his time; she respected
-him for the things which he said and thought; and she was as matter of
-fact towards him as one chum towards another, who happened to be older
-and cleverer. She felt for him a sincere friendship, an indescribable
-something that implied the need of being together, of living together,
-as though the lines of their two lives should form one line. It was
-not a sisterly feeling and it was not passion and to her mind it
-was not love; but it was a great sense of respectful tenderness, of
-longing admiration and of affectionate delight at having met him. If
-she never saw him again, she would miss him as she would never miss
-any one in her life. And that he took no interest in modern questions
-did not lower him in the eyes of this young modern Amazon, who was
-about to wave her first banner. It might vex her for an instant,
-but it did not carry weight in her estimation of him. And he saw
-that, with him, she was simply affectionate, without coquetry. Yet
-he would never forget what she had been like yesterday, with the
-prince. He had felt jealousy and noticed it in Urania also. But she
-herself had acted so spontaneously in harmony with her nature that
-she no longer thought of that evening, of the prince, of Urania,
-of her own coquettishness or of any possible jealousy on their side.
-
-He paid the bill--it was his turn--and she gaily took his arm and
-said that she had a surprise in store for him, with which he would
-be very pleased. She wanted to give him something, a handsome, a very
-handsome keepsake. She wanted to spend on it the money she was going
-to receive for her article. But she hadn't got it yet ... as though
-that mattered! It would come in due time. And she wanted to give him
-his present now.
-
-He laughed and asked what it could be. She hailed a carriage and
-whispered an address to the driver. Duco did not hear. What could it
-be? But she refused to tell him yet.
-
-The vetturino drove them through the Borgo to the Tiber and stopped
-outside a dark little old-curiosity-shop, where the wares lay heaped
-up right out into the street.
-
-"Cornélie!" Duco exclaimed, guessing.
-
-"Your Lippo Memmi angel. I'm getting it for you. Not a word!"
-
-The tears came to his eyes. They entered the shop.
-
-"Ask him how much he wants for it."
-
-He was too much moved to speak; and Cornélie had to ask the price
-and bargain. She did not bargain long: she bought the panel for a
-hundred and twenty lire. She herself carried it to the victoria.
-
-And they drove back to his studio. They carried the angel up the
-stairs together, as though they were bearing an unsullied happiness
-into his home. In the studio they placed the angel on a chair. Of a
-noble aspect, of a somewhat Mongolian type, with long, almond-shaped
-eyes, the angel had just knelt down in the last stir of his flight;
-and the gold scarf of his gold-and-purple cloak fluttered in the
-air while his long wings quivered straight above him. Duco stared at
-his Memmi, filled with a two-fold emotion, because of the angel and
-because of her.
-
-And with a natural gesture he spread out his arms:
-
-"May I thank you, Cornélie?"
-
-And he embraced her; and she returned his kiss.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXI
-
-
-When she came home she found the prince's card. It was an ordinary
-civility after yesterday evening, her unexpected visit to the
-Palazzo Ruspoli, and she did not give it a second thought. She was
-in a pleasant frame of mind, pleased with herself, glad that her work
-would appear first as an article in Het Recht der Vrouw [1]--she would
-publish it as a pamphlet afterwards--and glad that she had made Duco
-happy with the Memmi. She changed into her tea-gown and sat down by the
-fire in her musing attitude and thought of how she could carry out her
-great plans. To whom ought she to apply? There was an International
-Women's Congress sitting in London; and Het Recht der Vrouw had sent
-her a prospectus. She turned over the pages. Different feminist leaders
-were to speak; there would be numbers of social questions discussed:
-the psychology of the child; the responsibility of the parents; the
-influence on domestic life of women's admission to all the professions;
-women in art, women in medicine; the fashionable woman; the woman at
-home, on the stage; marriage- and divorce-laws.
-
-In addition the prospectus gave concise biographies of the speakers,
-with their portraits. There were American, Russian, English, Swedish,
-Danish women; nearly every nationality was represented. There were
-old women and young women; some pretty, some ugly; some masculine,
-some womanly; some hard and energetic, with sexless boys' faces; one
-or two only were elegant, with low-cut dresses and waved hair. It was
-not easy to divide them into groups. What impulse in their lives had
-prompted them to join in the struggle for women's rights? In some,
-no doubt, inclination, nature; in an occasional case, vocation;
-in another, the desire to be in the fashion. And, in her own case,
-what was the impulse?... She dropped the prospectus in her lap and
-stared into the fire and reflected. Her drawing-room education passed
-before her once more, followed by her marriage, by her divorce....
-
-What was the impulse? What was the inducement?... She had come to it
-gradually, to go abroad, to extend her sphere of vision, to reflect,
-to learn about art, about the modern life of women. She had glided
-gradually along the line of her life, with no great effort of will
-or striving, without even thinking much or feeling much.... She
-glanced into herself, as though she were reading a modern novel,
-the psychology of a woman. Sometimes she seemed to will things, to
-wish to strive, as just now, to pursue her great plans. Sometimes
-she would sit thinking, as she often did in these days, beside her
-cosy fire. Sometimes she felt, as she now did, for Duco. But mostly
-her life had been a gradual gliding along the line which she had to
-follow, urged by the gentle pressure of the finger of fate.... For
-a moment she saw it clearly. There was a great sincerity in her: she
-never posed either to herself or to others. There were contradictions
-in her, but she recognized them all, in so far as she could see
-herself. But the open landscape of her soul became clear to her at
-that moment. She saw the complexity of her being gleam with its many
-facets.... She had taken to writing, out of impulse and intuition;
-but was her writing any good? A doubt rose in her mind. A copy of
-the code lay on her table, a survival of the days of her divorce; but
-had she understood the law correctly? Her article was accepted; but
-was the judgement of the editress to be trusted? As her eyes wandered
-once again over those women's portraits and biographies, she became
-afraid that her work would not be good, would be too superficial,
-and that her ideas were not directed by study and knowledge. But she
-could also imagine her own photograph appearing in that prospectus,
-with her name under it and a brief comment: writer of The Social
-Position of Divorced Women, with the name of the paper, the date and
-so on. And she smiled: how highly convincing it sounded!
-
-But how difficult it was to study, to work and understand and act and
-move in the modern movement of life! She was now in Rome: she would
-have liked to be in London. But it did not suit her at the moment
-to make the journey. She had felt rich when she bought Duco's Memmi,
-thinking of the payment for her article; and now she felt poor. She
-would much have liked to go to London. But then she would have missed
-Duco. And the congress lasted only a week. She was pretty well at home
-here now, was beginning to love Rome, her rooms, the Colosseum lying
-yonder like a dark oval, like a sombre wing at the end of the city,
-with the hazy-blue mountains behind it.
-
-Then the prince came into her mind and for the first time she thought
-of yesterday, saw that evening again, an evening of jesting and
-champagne: Duco silent and sulky, Urania depressed and the prince
-small, lively, slender, roused from his slackness as an aristocratic
-man-about-town and with his narrow carbuncle eyes. She thought him
-really pleasant; once in a way she liked that atmosphere of coquetry
-and flirtation; and the prince had understood her. She had saved
-Urania, she was sure of that; and she felt the content of her good
-action....
-
-She was too lazy to dress and go to the restaurant. She was not very
-hungry and would stay at home and sup on what was in her cupboard:
-a couple of eggs, bread, some fruit. But she remembered Duco and that
-he would certainly be waiting for her at their little table and she
-wrote him a note and sent it by the hall-porter's boy....
-
-Duco was just coming down, on his way out to the restaurant, when
-he met the little fellow on the stairs. He read the note and felt
-as if he was suffering a grievous disappointment. He felt small and
-unhappy, like a child. And he went back to his studio, lit a single
-lamp, threw himself on a broad couch and lay staring in the dusk at
-Memmi's angel, who, still standing on the chair, glimmered vaguely
-gold in the middle of the room, sweet as comfort, with his gesture
-of annunciation, as though he sought to announce all the mystery that
-was about to be fulfilled....
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXII
-
-
-A few days later, Cornélie was expecting a visit from the prince, who
-had asked her for an appointment. She was sitting at her writing-table,
-correcting proofs of her article. A lamp on the writing-table cast
-a soft glow over her through a yellow silk shade; and she wore
-her tea-gown of white crêpe de Chine, with a bunch of violets at
-her breast. Another lamp, on a pedestal, cast a second gleam from a
-corner; and the room flickered in cosy intimacy with the third light
-from the log-fire, falling over water-colours by Duco, sketches and
-photographs, white anenomes in vases, violets everywhere and one tall
-palm. The writing-table was littered with books and printed sheets,
-bearing witness to her work.
-
-There was a knock at the door; and, at her "Come in," the prince
-entered. She remained seated for a moment, laid down her pen and
-rose. She went up to him with a smile and held out her hand. He
-kissed it. He was very smartly dressed in a frock-coat, with a silk
-hat and pale-grey gloves; he wore a pearl pin in his tie. They sat
-down by the fire and he paid her compliments in quick succession, on
-her sitting-room, her dress and her eyes. She made a jesting reply;
-and he asked if he was disturbing her:
-
-"Perhaps you were writing an interesting letter to some one near
-your heart?"
-
-"No, I was revising some proofs."
-
-"Proofs?"
-
-"Yes."
-
-"Do you write?"
-
-"I have just begun to."
-
-"A story?"
-
-"No, an article."
-
-"An article? What about?"
-
-She gave him the long title. He looked at her open-mouthed. She
-laughed gaily:
-
-"You would never have believed it, would you?"
-
-"Santa Maria!" he murmured in surprise, unaccustomed in his own world
-to "modern" women, taking part in a feminist movement. "Dutch?"
-
-"Yes, Dutch."
-
-"Write in French next time: then I can read it."
-
-She laughed and gave her promise, poured him out a cup of tea, handed
-the chocolates. He nibbled at them:
-
-"Are you so serious? Have you always been? You were not serious the
-other day."
-
-"Sometimes I am very serious."
-
-"So am I."
-
-"I gathered that. If I had not come that time, you might have become
-very serious."
-
-He gave a fatuous laugh and looked at her knowingly:
-
-"You are a wonderful woman!" he said. "Very interesting and very
-clever. What you want to happen happens."
-
-"Sometimes."
-
-"Sometimes what I want also. Sometimes I also am very clever. When
-I want a thing. But generally I don't want it."
-
-"You did the other day."
-
-He laughed:
-
-"Yes! You were cleverer than I then. To-morrow perhaps I shall be
-cleverer than you."
-
-"Who knows!"
-
-They both laughed. He nibbled the chocolates in the dish, one after
-the other, and asked if he might have a glass of port instead of
-tea. She poured him out a glass.
-
-"May I give you something?"
-
-"What?"
-
-"A souvenir of our first acquaintance."
-
-"It is very charming of you. What is it to be?"
-
-He took something wrapped in tissue-paper from his pocket and handed
-it to her. She opened the little parcel and saw a strip of old Venetian
-lace, worked in the shape of a flounce, for a low bodice.
-
-"Do accept it," he besought her. "It is a lovely piece. It is such
-a pleasure to me to give it to you."
-
-She looked at him with all her coquetry in her eyes, as though she
-were trying to see through him.
-
-"You must wear it like this."
-
-He stood up, took the lace and draped it over her white tea-gown from
-shoulder to shoulder. His fingers fumbled with the folds, his lips
-just touched her hair.
-
-She thanked him for his gift. He sat down again:
-
-"I am glad that you will accept it."
-
-"Have you given Miss Hope something too?"
-
-He laughed, with his little laugh of conquest:
-
-"Patterns are all she wants, patterns of the queen's ball-dresses. I
-wouldn't dare to give you patterns. To you I give old lace."
-
-"But you nearly ruined your career for the sake of that pattern?"
-
-"Oh, well!" he laughed.
-
-"Which career?"
-
-"Oh, don't!" he said, evasively. "Tell me, what do you advise me
-to do?"
-
-"What do you mean?"
-
-"Shall I marry her?"
-
-"I am against all marriage, between cultivated people."
-
-She wanted to repeat some of her phrases, but thought to herself,
-why? He would not understand them. He looked at her profoundly,
-with his carbuncle eyes:
-
-"So you are in favour of free love?"
-
-"Sometimes. Not always. Between cultivated people."
-
-He was certain now, had any doubt still lingered in his mind, that
-a liaison existed between her and Van der Staal.
-
-"And do you think me ... cultivated?"
-
-She laughed provocatively, with a touch of scorn in her voice:
-
-"Listen. Shall I speak to you seriously?"
-
-"I wish you would."
-
-"I consider neither you nor Miss Hope suited for free love."
-
-"So I am not cultivated?"
-
-"I don't mean it in the sense of being civilized. I mean modern
-culture."
-
-"So I am not modern."
-
-"No," she said, slightly irritated.
-
-"Teach me to be modern."
-
-She gave a nervous laugh:
-
-"Oh, don't let us talk like this! You want to know my advice. I advise
-you not to marry Urania."
-
-"Why not?"
-
-"Because you would both of you have a wretched life. She is a dear
-little American parvenue...."
-
-"I am offering her what I possess; she is offering me what she
-possesses...."
-
-He nibbled at the chocolates. She shrugged her shoulders:
-
-"Then marry her," she said, with indifference.
-
-"Tell me that you don't want me to and I won't."
-
-"And your father? And the marchesa?"
-
-"What do you know about them?"
-
-"Oh ... everything and nothing!"
-
-"You are a demon!" he exclaimed. "An angel and a demon! Tell me,
-what do you know about my father and the marchesa?"
-
-"For how much are you selling yourself to Urania? For not less than
-ten millions?"
-
-He looked at her in bewilderment.
-
-"But the marchesa thinks five enough. And a very handsome sum it is:
-five millions. Which is it, dollars or lire?"
-
-He clapped his hands together:
-
-"You are a devil!" he cried. "You are an angel and a devil! How do
-you know? How do you know? Do you know everything?"
-
-She flung herself back in her chair and laughed:
-
-"Everything."
-
-"But how?"
-
-She looked at him and shook her head tantalizingly.
-
-"Tell me."
-
-"No. It's my secret."
-
-"And you think that I ought not to sell myself?"
-
-"I dare not advise you as regards your own interest."
-
-"And as regards Urania?"
-
-"I advise her not to do it."
-
-"Have you done so already?"
-
-"Once in a way."
-
-"So you are my enemy?" he exclaimed, angrily.
-
-"No," she said, gently, wishing to conciliate him. "I am a friend."
-
-"A friend? To what length?"
-
-"To the length to which I wish to go."
-
-"Not the length to which I wish?"
-
-"Oh, no, never!"
-
-"But perhaps we both wish to go to the same length?"
-
-He had stood up, with his blood on fire. She remained seated calmly,
-almost languidly, with her head thrown back. She did not reply. He
-fell on his knees, seized her hand and was kissing it before she
-could prevent him:
-
-"Oh, angel, angel. Oh, demon!" he muttered, between his kisses.
-
-She now withdrew her hand, pushed him away from her gently and said:
-
-"How quick an Italian is with his kisses!"
-
-She laughed at him. He rose from his knees:
-
-"Teach me what Dutchwomen are like, though they are slower than we."
-
-She pointed to his chair, with an imperious gesture:
-
-"Sit down," she said. "I am not a typical Dutchwoman. If I
-were, I should not have come to Rome. I pride myself on being a
-cosmopolitan. But we were not discussing that, we were speaking of
-Urania. Are you thinking seriously of marrying her?"
-
-"What can I do, if you thwart me? Why not be on my side, like a
-dear friend?"
-
-She hesitated. Neither of these two, Urania or he, was ripe for
-her ideas. She despised them both. Very well, let them get married:
-he in order to be rich; she to become a princess and duchess.
-
-"Listen to me," she said, bending towards him. "You want to marry her
-for the sake of her millions. But your marriage will be unhappy from
-the beginning. She is a frivolous little thing; she will want to cut
-a dash ... and you belong to the Blacks."
-
-"We can live at Nice: then she can do as she pleases. We will come
-to Rome now and again, go to San Stefano now and again. And, as for
-unhappiness," he continued, pulling a tragic face, "what do I care? I
-am not happy as it is. I shall try to make Urania happy. But my heart
-... will be elsewhere."
-
-"Where?"
-
-"With the feminist movement."
-
-She laughed:
-
-"Well, shall I be nice to you?"
-
-"Yes."
-
-"And promise to help you?"
-
-What did she care, when all was said?
-
-"Oh, angel, demon!" he cried. He nibbled at a chocolate. "And what
-does Mr. van der Staal think of it?" he asked, mischievously.
-
-She raised her eyebrows:
-
-"He doesn't think about it. He thinks only of his art."
-
-"And of you."
-
-She looked at him and bowed her head in queenly assent:
-
-"And of me."
-
-"You often dine with him."
-
-"Yes."
-
-"Come and dine with me one day."
-
-"I shall be delighted."
-
-"To-morrow evening? And where?"
-
-"Wherever you like."
-
-"In the Grand-Hôtel?"
-
-"Ask Urania to come too."
-
-"Why not you and I alone?"
-
-"I think it better that you should invite your future wife. I will
-chaperon her."
-
-"You are right. You are quite right. And will you ask Mr. van der
-Staal also to give me the pleasure of his company?"
-
-"I will."
-
-"Until to-morrow then, at half-past eight?"
-
-"Until half-past eight to-morrow."
-
-He rose to take his leave:
-
-"Propriety demands that I should go," he said. "Really I should prefer
-to stay."
-
-"Well, then stay ... or stay another time, if you have to go now."
-
-"You are so cold."
-
-"And you don't think enough of Urania."
-
-"I think of the feminist movement."
-
-He sat down.
-
-"I'm afraid you must go," she said, laughing with her eyes. "I have
-to dress ... to go and dine with Mr. van der Staal."
-
-He kissed her hand:
-
-"You are an angel and a demon. You know everything. You can do
-anything. You are the most interesting woman I ever met."
-
-"Because I correct proofs."
-
-"Because you are what you are."
-
-And, very seriously, still holding her hand he said, almost
-threateningly:
-
-"I shall never be able to forget you."
-
-And he went away. As soon as she was alone, she opened all her
-windows. She realized, it was true, that she was something of a
-coquette, but that lay in her nature: she was like that of herself, to
-some men. Certainly not to all. Never to Duco. Never to men whom she
-respected. Whereas she despised that little prince, with his blazing
-eyes and his habit of kissing people.... But he served to amuse her....
-
-And she dressed and went out and reached the restaurant long after
-the appointed hour, found Duco waiting for her at their little table,
-with his head in his hands, and at once told him that the prince had
-detained her.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXIII
-
-
-Duco had at first wished to decline the invitation, but Cornélie
-said that she would think it pleasanter if he came. And it was an
-exquisite dinner in the restaurant of the Grand-Hôtel and Cornélie
-had enjoyed herself exceedingly and looked most charming in an old
-yellow ball-dress, dating back to the first days of her marriage,
-which she had altered quickly here and there and draped with the
-prince's old lace. Urania had looked very handsome, with her clear,
-fresh complexion, her shining eyes and gleaming teeth, clad in a
-close-fitting frock in the latest fashion, blue-black spangles on
-black tulle, as though she were moulded in a cuirass: the prince said,
-a siren with a mermaid's tail. And the people at the other tables had
-stared across at theirs, for everybody knew Virgilio di Forte-Braccio;
-everybody knew that he was going to marry a rich American heiress;
-and everybody had noticed that he was paying great attention to the
-slender, fair-haired woman whom nobody knew. She had been married,
-they thought; she was chaperoning the future princess; and she was
-very intimate with that young man, a Dutch painter, who was studying
-art in Italy. They had soon found out all that there was to know.
-
-Cornélie had thought it pleasant that they all looked at her; and
-she had flirted so obviously with the prince that Urania had become
-angry. And early next morning, while Cornélie was still in bed, no
-longer thinking of last night but pondering over a sentence in her
-pamphlet, the maid knocked, brought in her breakfast and letters and
-said that Miss Hope was asking to speak to her. Cornélie had Urania
-shown in, while she remained in bed and drank her chocolate. And
-she looked up in surprise when Urania at once overwhelmed her with
-reproaches, burst into sobs, scolded and raved, made a violent scene,
-said that she now saw through her and admitted that the marchesa had
-urged her to be careful of Cornélie, whom she described as a dangerous
-woman. Cornélie waited until she had had her say and replied coolly
-that she had nothing on her conscience, that on the contrary she had
-saved Urania and been of service to her as a chaperon, though she did
-not tell her that the prince had wanted her, Cornélie, to dine with
-him alone. But Urania refused to listen and went on ranting. Cornélie
-looked at her and thought her vulgar in that rage of hers, talking
-her American English, as though she were chewing filberts; and at
-last she answered, calmly:
-
-"My dear girl, you're upsetting yourself about nothing. But, if
-you like, I will write to the prince that he must pay me no more
-attentions."
-
-"No, no, don't do that: it'll make Gilio think I'm jealous!"
-
-"And aren't you?"
-
-"Why do you monopolize Gilio? Why do you flirt with him? Why do
-you make yourself conspicuous with him, as you did yesterday, in a
-restaurant full of people?"
-
-"Well, if you dislike it, I won't flirt with Gilio again or make myself
-conspicuous with him again. I don't care twopence about your prince."
-
-"That's an extra reason."
-
-"Very well, dear, that's settled."
-
-Her coolness calmed Urania, who asked:
-
-"And do we remain good friends?"
-
-"Why, of course, my dear girl. Is there any occasion for us to
-quarrel? I don't see it."
-
-Both of them, the prince and Urania, were quite indifferent to
-her. True, she had preached to Urania in the beginning, but about a
-general idea: when afterwards she perceived Urania's insignificance,
-she withdrew the interest which she took in her. And, if the girl
-was offended by a little gaiety and innocent flirtation, very well,
-there should be no more of it. Her thoughts were more with the proofs
-which the post had brought her.
-
-She got out of bed and stretched herself:
-
-"Go into the sitting-room, Urania dear, and just let me have my bath."
-
-Presently, all fresh and smiling, she joined Urania in the
-sitting-room. Urania was crying.
-
-"My dear child, why are you upsetting yourself like this? You've
-achieved your ideal. Your marriage is as good as certain. You're
-waiting for an answer from Chicago? You're impatient? Then cable
-out. I should have cabled at once in your place. You don't imagine,
-do you, that your father has any objection to your becoming Duchess
-di San Stefano?"
-
-"I don't know yet what I myself want," said Urania, weeping. "I don't
-know, I don't know."
-
-Cornélie shrugged her shoulders:
-
-"You're more sensible than I thought," she said.
-
-"Are you really my friend? Can I trust you? Can I trust your advice?"
-
-"I won't advise you again. I have advised you. You must know your
-own mind."
-
-Urania took her hand:
-
-"Which would you prefer, that I accepted Gilio ... or not?"
-
-Cornélie looked her straight in the eyes:
-
-"You're making yourself unhappy about nothing. You think--and
-the marchesa probably thinks with you--that I want to take Gilio
-from you? No, darling, I wouldn't marry Gilio if he were king and
-emperor. I have a bit of the socialist in me: I don't marry for the
-sake of a title."
-
-"No more would I."
-
-"Of course, darling, no more would you. I never dreamt of suggesting
-that you would. But you ask me which I should prefer. Well, I tell
-you in all sincerity: I don't prefer either. The whole business leaves
-me cold."
-
-"And you call yourself my friend!"
-
-"So I am, dear, and I will remain your friend. Only don't come
-overwhelming me with reproaches on an empty stomach!"
-
-"You're a flirt."
-
-"Sometimes. It comes natural to me. But, honestly, I won't be so
-again with Gilio."
-
-"Do you mean it?"
-
-"Yes, of course. What do I care? He amuses me; but, if it offends you,
-I'll gladly sacrifice my amusement for your sake. I don't value it
-so much."
-
-"Are you fond of Mr. van der Staal?"
-
-"Very."
-
-"Are you going to marry him, Cornélie?"
-
-"No, dear. I sha'n't marry again. I know what marriage means. Are
-you coming for a little walk with me? It's a fine day; and you have
-upset me so with your little troubles that I can't do any work this
-morning. It's lovely weather: come along and buy some flowers in the
-Piazza di Spagna."
-
-They went and bought the flowers. Cornélie took Urania back to
-Belloni's. As she walked away, on the road to the osteria for lunch,
-she heard somebody following her. It was the prince.
-
-"I caught sight of you from the corner of the Via Aurora," he
-said. "Urania was just going home."
-
-"Prince," she said at once, "there must be no more of it."
-
-"Of what?"
-
-"No more visits, no more joking, no more presents, no more dinners
-at the Grand-Hôtel, no more champagne."
-
-"Why not?"
-
-"The future princess won't have it."
-
-"Is she jealous?"
-
-Cornélie described the scene to him:
-
-"And you mayn't even walk with me."
-
-"Yes, I may."
-
-"No, no."
-
-"I shall, for all that."
-
-"By the right of the man, of the strongest?"
-
-"Exactly."
-
-"My vocation is to fight against it. But to-day I am untrue to my
-vocation."
-
-"You are charming ... as always."
-
-"You mustn't say that any more."
-
-"Urania's a bore.... Tell me, what do you advise me to do? Shall I
-marry her?"
-
-Cornélie gave a peal of laughter:
-
-"You both of you keep asking my advice!"
-
-"Yes, yes, what do you think?"
-
-"Marry her by all means!"
-
-He did not observe her contempt.
-
-"Exchange your escutcheon for her purse," she continued and laughed
-and laughed.
-
-He now perceived it:
-
-"You despise me, perhaps both of us."
-
-"Oh, no!"
-
-"Tell me that you don't despise me."
-
-"You ask me my opinion. Urania is a very sweet, dear child, but she
-ought not to travel by herself. And you ..."
-
-"And I?"
-
-"You are a delightful boy. Buy me those violets, will you?"
-
-"Subito, subito!"
-
-He bought her the bunch of violets:
-
-"You're crazy over violets, aren't you?"
-
-"Yes. This must be your second ... and your last present. And here
-we say good-bye."
-
-"No, I shall take you home."
-
-"I'm not going home."
-
-"Where are you going?"
-
-"To the osteria. Mr. van der Staal is waiting for me."
-
-"He's a lucky man!"
-
-"Why?"
-
-"He needs must be!"
-
-"I don't see why. Good-bye, prince."
-
-"Ask me to come too," he entreated. "Let me lunch with you."
-
-"No," she said, seriously. "Really not. It's better not. I believe...."
-
-"What?"
-
-"That Duco is just like Urania."
-
-"Jealous?... When shall I see you again?"
-
-"Really, believe me, it's better not.... Good-bye, prince. And thank
-you ... for the violets."
-
-He bent over her hand. She went into the osteria and saw that Duco
-had witnessed their leave-taking through the window.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXIV
-
-
-Duco was silent and nervous at table. He played with his bread;
-and his fingers trembled. She felt that he had something on his mind:
-
-"What is it?" she asked, kindly.
-
-"Cornélie," he said, excitedly, "I want to speak to you."
-
-"What about?"
-
-"You're not behaving properly."
-
-"In what respect?"
-
-"With the prince. You've seen through him and yet ... yet you go on
-putting up with him, yet you're always meeting him. Let me finish,"
-he said, looking around him: there was no one in the restaurant save
-two Italians, sitting at the far table, and they could speak without
-being overheard. "Let me finish," he repeated, when she tried to
-interrupt him. "Let me say what I have to say. You of course are
-free to act as you please. But I am your friend and I want to advise
-you. What you are doing is not right. The prince is a cad, a low,
-common cad. How can you accept presents from him and invitations? Why
-did you compel me to come yesterday? The dinner was one long torture
-to me. You know how fond I am of you: why shouldn't I confess it? You
-know how high I hold you. I can't bear to see you lowering yourself
-with him. Let me speak. Lowering, I say. He is not worthy to tie your
-shoe-strings. And you play with him, you jest with him, you flirt--let
-me speak--you flirt with him. What can he be to you, a coxcomb like
-that? What part can he play in your life? Let him marry Miss Hope:
-what do you care about either of them? What do inferior people matter
-to you, Cornélie? I despise them and so do you. I know you do. Then
-why do you cross their lives? Let them live in the vanity of their
-titles and money: what is it all to you? I don't understand you. Oh,
-I know, you're not to be understood, all the woman part of you! And I
-love everything that I see of you: I love you in everything. It doesn't
-matter whether I understand you. But I do feel that this isn't right. I
-ask you not to see the prince any more. Have nothing more to do with
-him. Cut him.... That dinner, last night, was a torture to me...."
-
-"My poor boy," she said, gently, filling his glass from their fiasco,
-"but why?"
-
-"Why? Why? Because you're lowering yourself."
-
-"I do not stand so high. No, let me speak now. I do not stand
-high. Because I have a few modern ideas and a few others which are
-broader-minded than those of most women? Apart from that I am an
-ordinary woman. When a man is cheerful and witty, it amuses me. No,
-Duco, I'm speaking now. I don't consider the prince a cad. I may think
-him a coxcomb, but I think him cheerful and witty. You know that I
-too am very fond of you, but you are neither cheerful nor witty. Now
-don't get angry. You are much more than that. I'm not even comparing
-il nostro Gilio with you. I won't say anything more about you, or
-you will become conceited, but cheerful and witty you are not. And
-my poor nature sometimes feels a need for these qualities. What have
-I in my life? Nothing but you, you alone. I am very glad to possess
-your friendship, very happy in having met you. But why may I not
-sometimes be cheerful? Really, there is a little light-heartedness
-in me, a little frivolity even. Am I bound to fight against it? Duco,
-am I wicked?"
-
-He smiled sadly; there was a moist light in his eyes; and he did
-not answer.
-
-"I can fight, if necessary," she resumed. "But is this a thing to fight
-against? It is a passing bubble, nothing more. I forget it the next
-minute. I forget the prince the next minute. And you I do not forget."
-
-He was looking at her radiantly.
-
-"Do you understand that? Do you understand that I don't flirt and
-fence with you? Shake hands and stop being angry."
-
-She gave him her hand across the table and he pressed her fingers:
-
-"Cornélie," he said, softly. "Yes, I feel that you are loyal. Cornélie,
-will you be my wife?"
-
-She looked straight in front of her and drooped her head a little
-and stared before her earnestly. They were no longer eating. The two
-Italians stood up, bowed and went away. They were alone. The waiter
-set some fruit before them and withdrew.
-
-They both sat silent for a moment. Then she spoke in a gentle voice;
-and her whole being displayed so tender a melancholy that he could
-have burst into sobs and worshipped her where she sat.
-
-"I knew of course that you would ask me that some day. It was in the
-nature of things. A great friendship like ours was bound to lead to
-that question. But it can't be, dearest Duco. It can't be, my dear,
-dear boy. I have my own ideas ... but it's not that. I am against
-marriage ... but it's not that. In some cases a woman is unfaithful
-to all her ideas in a single second.... Then what is it?..."
-
-She stared wide-eyed and passed her hand over her forehead, as though
-she did not see clearly. Then she continued:
-
-"It is this, that I am afraid of marriage. I have been through it,
-I know what it means.... I see my husband before me now. I see
-that habit, that groove before me, in which the subtler individual
-characteristics are effaced. That is what marriage is: a habit,
-a groove. And I tell you candidly: I think marriage loathsome. I
-think passion beautiful, but marriage is not passion. Passion can
-be noble and superhuman, but marriage is a human institution based
-upon our petty human morality and calculation. And I have become
-frightened of those prudent moral ties. I promised myself--and I
-believe that I shall keep my promise--never to marry again. My whole
-nature has become unfitted for it. I am no longer the Hague girl
-going to parties and dinners and looking out for a husband, together
-with her parents.... My love for him was passion. And in my marriage
-he wanted to restrict that passion to a groove and a custom. Then I
-rebelled.... I'd rather not talk about it. Passion lasts too short a
-time to fill a married life.... Mutual esteem to follow, etcetera? One
-needn't marry for that. I can feel esteem just as well without being
-married. Of course there is the question of the children, there are
-many difficulties. I can't think it all out now. I merely feel now,
-very seriously and calmly, that I am not fit to marry and that I
-never will marry again. I should not make you happy.... Don't be sad,
-Duco. I am fond of you, I love you. And perhaps ... had I met you
-at the right moment. Had I met you before, in my Hague life ... you
-would certainly have stood too high for me. I could not have grown
-fond of you. Now I can understand you, respect you and look up to
-you. I tell you this quite simply, that I love you and look up to you,
-look up to you, in spite of all your gentleness, as I never looked up
-to my husband, however much he made his manly privilege prevail. And
-you are to believe that, very firmly and with great certainty, and
-you must believe that I am true. I am coquettish ... only with Gilio."
-
-He looked at her through his silent tears. He stood up, called the
-waiter, paid the bill absent-mindedly, while everything swam and
-flashed before his eyes. They went out of the door and she hailed a
-carriage and told the man to drive to the Villa Doria-Pamphili. She
-remembered that the gardens were open. They drove there in silence,
-steeped in their thoughts of the future that was opening tremulously
-before them. Sometimes he heaved a deep breath and quivered all over
-his body. Once she fervently squeezed his hand. At the gate of the
-villa they alighted and walked up the majestic avenues. Rome lay in
-the depths below; and they suddenly saw St. Peter's. But they did
-not speak; and she suddenly sat down on an ancient bench and began
-to weep softly and feebly. He put his arm round her and comforted
-her. She dried her tears, smiled and embraced him and returned his
-kiss.... Twilight fell; and they went back. He gave the address of
-his studio. She accompanied him. And she gave herself to him, in all
-her truthful sincerity and with a love so violent and so great that
-she thought she would swoon in his arms.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXV
-
-
-They did not alter their mode of life. Duco, however, after a
-scene with his mother, no longer slept at Belloni's but in a
-little room adjoining his studio and at first filled with trunks
-and lumber. Cornélie was sorry about the scene: she had always had
-a liking for Mrs. van der Staal and the girls. But a certain pride
-arose in her; and Cornélie despised Mrs. van der Staal because she
-was unable to understand either her or Duco. Still, she would have
-been pleased to prevent this coolness. At her advice Duco went to see
-his mother again, but she remained cool and sent him away. Thereupon
-Cornélie and Duco went to Naples. They did not do this by way of
-an elopement, they did it quite simply: Cornélie told Urania and
-the prince that she was going to Naples for a little while and that
-Van der Staal would probably follow her. She did not know Naples and
-would appreciate it greatly if Van der Staal showed her over the town
-and the surrounding country. Cornélie kept on her rooms in Rome. And
-they spent a fortnight of sheer, careless and immense happiness. Their
-love grew spacious and blossoming in the golden sunlight of Naples,
-on the blue gulfs of Amalfi, Sorrento, Capri and Castellamare, simply,
-irresistibly and restfully. They glided gradually along the purple
-thread of their lives, they walked hand in hand down their lines now
-fused into one path, heedless of the laws and ideas of men; and their
-attitude was so lofty, their action so serene and so certain of their
-happiness, that their relations did not degenerate into insolence,
-although within themselves they despised the world. But this happiness
-softened all that pride in their soaring souls, as if their happiness
-were strewing blossoms all around it. They lived in a dream, first
-among the marbles in the museum, then on the flower-strewn cliffs
-of Amalfi, on the beach of Capri or on the terrace of the hotel at
-Sorrento, with the sea roaring at their feet and, in a pearly haze,
-yonder, vaguely white, as though drawn in white chalk, Castellamare
-and Naples and the ghost of Vesuvius, with its hazy plume of smoke.
-
-They held aloof from everybody, from all the people and excursionists;
-they had their meals at a small table; and it was generally thought
-that they were newly married. If others looked up their names in the
-visitors' book, they read two names and made whispered comments. But
-the lovers did not hear, did not see; they lived their dream, looking
-into each other's eyes or at the opal sky, the pearly sea and the hazy,
-white mountain-vistas, studded with towns like little specks of chalk.
-
-When their money was almost exhausted, they smiled and went back to
-Rome and resumed their former lives: she in her rooms and he, now,
-in his studio; and they took their meals together. But they pursued
-their dream among the ruins in the Via Appia, around and near Frascati,
-beyond the Ponte Molle, on the slopes of the Monte Mario and in the
-gardens of the villas, among the statues and paintings, mingling their
-happiness with the Roman atmosphere: he interweaving his new-found
-love with his love for Rome; she growing to love Rome because of
-him. And because of that charm they were surrounded by a sort of aura,
-through which they did not see ordinary life or meet ordinary people.
-
-At last, one afternoon, Urania found them both at home, in Cornélie's
-room, the fire lighted, she smiling and gazing into the fire, he
-sitting at her feet and she with her arm round his neck. And they
-were evidently thinking of so little besides their own love that
-neither of them heard her knock and both suddenly saw her standing
-before them, like an unexpected reality. Their dream was over for that
-day. Urania laughed, Cornélie laughed and Duco pushed an easy-chair
-closer. And Urania, blithe, beautiful and brilliant, told them that
-she was engaged. Where on earth had they been hiding, she asked,
-inquisitively. She was engaged. She had been to San Stefano, she had
-seen the old prince. And everything was lovely and good and dear:
-the old castle a dear old house, the old man a dear old man. She saw
-everything through the glitter of her future princess' title. Princess
-and duchess! The wedding-day was fixed: immediately after Easter, in
-a little more than three months therefore. It was to be celebrated at
-San Carlo, with all the splendour of a great wedding. Her father was
-coming over for it with her youngest brother. She was obviously not
-looking forward to their arrival. And she never finished talking:
-she gave a thousand details about her bridal outfit, with which
-the marchesa was helping her. They were going to live at Nice, in
-a large flat. She raved about Nice: that was a first-rate idea of
-Gilio's. And incidentally she remembered and told them that she had
-become a Catholic. That was a great nuisance! But the monsignori saw
-to everything and she allowed herself to be guided by them. And the
-Pope was to receive her in private audience, together with Gilio. The
-difficulty was what to wear at the audience: black, of course, but
-... velvet, satin? What did Cornélie advise her? She had such excellent
-taste. And a black-lace veil on her head, with brilliants. She was
-going to Nice next day, with the marchesa and Gilio, to see their flat.
-
-When she was gone, after begging Cornélie to come and admire her
-trousseau, Cornélie said, with a smile:
-
-"She is happy. After all, happiness is something different for
-everybody. A trousseau and a title would not make me happy."
-
-"These are the small people," he said, "who cross our lives now and
-again. I prefer to get out of their way."
-
-And they did not say so, but they both thought--with their fingers
-interlaced, her eyes gazing into his--that they also were happy, but
-with a loftier, better and nobler happiness; and pride arose within
-them; and they beheld as in a vision the line of their life winding up
-a steep hill. But happiness snowed blossoms down upon it; and amid the
-snowing blossoms, holding high their proud heads, with smiles and eyes
-of love, they walked on in their dream remote from mankind and reality.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXVI
-
-
-The months dreamed past. And their happiness caused such a summer to
-bloom in them that she ripened in beauty and he in talent; the pride in
-them broke into expression: in her it was the blossoming of her being,
-in him it was energy; her languid charm became transformed into a proud
-slenderness; her contour increased in fullness; a light illumined
-her eyes, a gladness shone about her mouth. His hands quivered with
-nervous emotion when he took up his brushes; and the skies of Italy
-arched firmaments before his eyes like a canopy of love and fervid
-colour. He drew and completed a series of water-colours: hazes of
-dreamy atmosphere which suggested Turner's noblest creations; natural
-monuments of sheer haze; all the milky blue and pearly mistiness of the
-Bay of Naples, like a goblet filled with light in which a turquoise
-is melted into water; and he sent them to Holland, to London, found
-that he had suddenly discovered his vocation, his work and his fame:
-courage, strength, aim and conquest.
-
-She too achieved a certain success with her article: it was discussed,
-contested; her name was mentioned. But she felt a certain indifference
-when she read her name in connection with the feminist movement. She
-preferred to live with him his life of observation and emotion; and
-she often imparted to all the haze of his vision, to the excessive
-haziness of his colour-dream a lustre of light, a definite horizon,
-a streak of actuality which gave realism to the mist of his ideal. She
-learnt with him to distinguish and to feel nature, art, all Rome; and,
-when a symbolic impulse overmastered him, she surrendered herself
-to it entirely. He planned a large sketch of a procession of women,
-mounting along a line of life that wound up a hill: they seemed
-to be moving out of a crumbling city of antiquity, whose pillars,
-joined by a single architrave, quivered on high in a violet haze
-of evening dusk; they seemed to be releasing themselves from the
-shadow of the ruins fading away on the horizon into the void of
-night; and they thronged upwards, calling to one another aloud,
-beckoning to one another with great waving gestures of their hands,
-under a mighty fluttering of streamers and pennants; they grasped
-hammer and pick-axe with sinewy arms; and the throng of them moved
-up and up, along the line, where the light grew whiter and whiter,
-until in the hazy air there dimly showed the distant vista of a new
-city, whose iron buildings, like central stations and Eiffel towers
-in the white glimmer of the distance, gleamed up very faintly with
-a reflection of glass arches and glass roofs and, high in the air,
-the musical staves of the threads of sound and accompaniment....
-
-And to so great an extent did their influences work upon each other's
-souls that she learnt to see and he learnt to think: she saw beauty,
-art, nature, haze and emotion and no longer imagined them but felt
-them; he, as in his sketch, a very vague, modern city of glass and
-iron, saw a modern city rising out of his dream-haze and thought of a
-modern question, in accordance with his own nature and aptitudes. She
-learnt above all to see and feel like a woman in love, with the
-eyes and heart of the man she loves; he thought out the question
-plastically. But whatever the imperfection in the absoluteness of
-their new spheres of feeling and thought, the reciprocal influence,
-through their love, gave them a happiness so great, so united,
-that at that moment they could not contemplate it or apprehend it:
-it was almost ecstasy, a faint unreality, in which they dreamed,
-whereas it was all pure truth and tangible actuality. Their manner
-of thinking, feeling and living was an ideal of reality, an ideal
-entered and attained, along the gradual line of their life, along
-the golden thread of their love; and they scarcely apprehended or
-contemplated it, because the every-day life still clung to them. But
-only to the smallest, inevitable extent. They lived apart; but in
-the morning she went to him and found him working at his sketch; and
-she sat down beside him and leant her head on his shoulder; and they
-thought it out together. He sketched each figure in his procession
-of women separately and sought for the features and the modelling of
-the figures: some had the Mongolian aspect of Memmi's angel of the
-Annunciation, others Cornélie's slenderness and her later, fuller
-wholesomeness; he sought for the folds of the costumes: the women
-escaped from the violet dusk of the ruined city in pleated pepli;
-and farther on their garments altered as in a masquerade of the ages:
-the long trains of the medieval ladies, the veils of the sultanas, the
-homespun of the workwomen, the caps of the nursing sisters, the attire
-becoming more modern as the wearer personified a more modern age. And
-in this grouping the draughtsmanship was so unsubstantial and sober,
-the transition from drooping folds to practical stiffness so careful
-and so gradual, that Cornélie hardly perceived the transition, that
-she appeared to be contemplating one style, one fashion in dress,
-whereas each figure nevertheless was clad in a different stuff, of
-different cut, falling into different lines.... The drawing displayed
-an old-mastery purity, a simplicity of outline, which was nevertheless
-modern, nervous and morbid, but without the conventional ideal of
-symbolical human forms; the grouping showed a Raphaelite harmony,
-the water-colour tints of the first studies the haze of Italy: the
-ruined city loomed in the dusk as he saw the Forum looming; the city
-of iron and glass gleamed up with its architecture of light, such as
-he had seen from Sorrento shining around Naples. She felt that he was
-creating a great work and had never taken so lively an interest in
-anything as she now did in his idea and his sketches. She sat behind
-him silent and still and followed his drawing of the waving banners
-and fluttering pennants; and she did not breathe when she saw him,
-with a few dabs of white and touches of light--as though light were
-one of the colours on his palette--make the glass city emerge as
-from a dream on the horizon. Then he would ask her something about
-one of the figures and put his arm around her and draw her to him;
-and they would long sit scrutinizing and thinking out lines and ideas,
-until evening fell and the evening chill shuddered through the studio
-and they rose slowly from their seats. Then they went out and in
-the Corso they returned to real life: silently, sitting at Aragno's,
-they watched the bustle outside; and in their little restaurant, with
-their eyes absorbing each other's glance, they ate their simple dinner
-and looked so obviously and harmoniously happy, that the Italians,
-the two who also always sat at the far table, at that same hour,
-smiled as they bowed to them on entering....
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXVII
-
-
-At the same time Duco developed great powers of work: so much thought
-dimly took shape before him that he was constantly discovering another
-motive and symbolizing it in another figure. He sketched a life-size
-woman walking, with that admixture of child, woman and goddess which
-characterized his figures, and she walked slowly down a descending
-line towards a sombre depth, without seeing or understanding; her eyes
-towards the abyss in magnetic attraction; vague hands hovered around
-her like a cloud and softly pushed and guided her; on the hill-top,
-on high rocks, in the bright light, other figures, holding harps,
-called to her; but she went towards the depth, pushed by hands;
-in the abyss blossomed strange purple orchids, like mouths of love....
-
-When Cornélie came to his studio one morning, he had suddenly sketched
-this idea. It came upon her as a surprise, for he had not mentioned
-it to her: the idea had sprung up suddenly; the quick, spontaneous
-execution had not taken him an hour. He was almost apologizing to her
-when he saw her surprise. She certainly admired it, but shuddered at
-it and preferred The Banners, the great water-colour, the procession
-of the women marching to the battle of life.
-
-And to please her he put the straying woman aside and worked on
-solely at the striving women. But constantly a fresh thought came and
-disturbed him in his work; and in her absence he would sketch some
-new symbol, until the sketches accumulated and lay spread on every
-side. She put them away in portfolios; she removed them from easel
-and board; she saved him from wandering too far from The Banners;
-and this was the one thing that he completed.
-
-Thus smoothly did their life seem willing to run, along a gracious
-line, in one golden direction, while his symbols blossomed like flowers
-on either side, while the azure of their love seemed to form the sky
-overhead; but she plucked away the superfluous flowers and only The
-Banners waved above their path, in the firmament of their ecstasy,
-even as they waved above the militant women.
-
-They had but one distraction, the wedding of the prince and Urania:
-a dinner, a ball and the ceremony at San Carlo, attended by all
-the Roman aristocracy, who however welcomed the wealthy American
-bride with a certain reserve. But, when the Prince and Princess
-di Forte-Braccio left for Nice, all distraction was at an end; and
-the days once more glided along the same gracious golden line. And
-Cornélie retained only one unpleasant recollection: her meeting during
-those festive days with Mrs. van der Staal, who cut her persistently,
-turned her back on her and succeeded in conveying to her that the
-friendship was over. She had accepted the position; she had realized
-how difficult it was--even if Mrs. van der Staal had been willing to
-speak to her--to explain to a woman like this, rooted in her social
-and worldly conventions, her own proud ideas of freedom, independence
-and happiness. And she had avoided the girls also, understanding
-that Mrs. van der Staal wished it. She was not angry at all this
-nor hurt; she could understand it in Duco's mother: she was only a
-little sad about it, because she liked Mrs. van der Staal and liked
-the two girls. But she quite understood: it had to be so; Mrs. van
-der Staal knew or suspected everything. Duco's mother could not act
-differently, though the prince and Urania, for friendship's sake,
-overlooked any liaison between Duco and Cornélie; though the Roman
-world during the wedding-festivities accepted them simply as friends,
-as acquaintances, as fellow-countrymen, whatever they might whisper,
-smiling, behind their fans. But now those festivities were over, now
-they had passed that point of contact with the world and people, now
-their golden line once more sloped gently and evenly before them....
-
-Then Cornélie, not thinking of the Hague at all, received a letter
-from the Hague. The letter was from her father and consisted of
-several sheets, which surprised her, for he never wrote. What she read
-startled her greatly, but did not at first dishearten her altogether,
-perhaps because she did not realize the full import of her father's
-news. He implored her forgiveness. He had long been in financial
-difficulties. He had lost a great deal of money. They would have to
-move into a smaller house. The atmosphere at home was unpleasant: Mamma
-cried all day; the sisters quarrelled; the family proffered advice; the
-acquaintances were disagreeable. And he implored her forgiveness. He
-had speculated and lost. And he had also lost her own little capital,
-which he managed for her, her godmother's legacy. He asked her not to
-think too hardly of him. Things might have turned out differently;
-and then she would have been three times as well off. He admitted
-it, he had done wrong; but still he was her father and he asked her,
-his child, to forgive him and requested her to come home.
-
-She was at first greatly startled, but soon recovered her calmness. She
-was in too happy a mood of vital harmony to be depressed by the
-news. She received the letter in bed, did not get up at once, reflected
-a little, then dressed, breakfasted as usual and went to Duco. He
-received her with enthusiasm and showed her three new sketches. She
-reproached him gently for allowing himself to be distracted from his
-main idea, said that these distractions would exhaust his activity, his
-perseverance. She urged him to keep on working at The Banners. And she
-inspected the great water-colour intently, with the ancient, crumbling
-Forum-like city and the procession of the women towards the metropolis
-of the future, standing high in the dawn. And suddenly it was borne
-in upon her that her future also had fallen into ruins and that its
-crumbling arches hung menacingly over her head. Then she gave him her
-father's letter to read. He read it twice, looked at her aghast and
-asked what she proposed to do. She said that she had already thought it
-over, but so far decided only upon the most immediate thing to be done:
-to give up her rooms and come to him in his studio. She had just enough
-left to pay the rent of her rooms. But, after that, she had no money,
-no money at all. She had never consented to accept alimony from her
-husband. All that was still due to her was the payment for her article.
-
-He at once put out his hands to her, kissed her and said that this
-had been also his idea at once, that she should come to him and live
-with him. He had enough: a tiny patrimony; he made a little money
-in addition: there would be enough for the two of them. And they
-laughed and kissed and glanced round the studio. Duco slept in a
-small adjoining den, a sort of long wall-cupboard. And they glanced
-round to see what they could do. Cornélie knew: here, a curtain
-draped over a cord, with her wash-hand-stand behind it. That was
-all she needed, only that little corner: otherwise Duco would not
-have a good light. They were very merry and thought it a jolly, a
-capital idea. They went out at once, bought a little iron bedstead
-and a dressing-table and themselves hung up the curtain. Then they
-both went to pack the trunks in the Via di Serpenti ... and dined
-at the osteria. Cornélie suggested that they should dine at home now
-and then: it was cheaper. When they returned home, she was enchanted
-that her installation took up so little room, hardly six feet by six,
-with that little bed behind the curtain. They were very cheerful
-that evening. The bohemianism of it all amused them. They were in
-Italy, the land of sunshine, of beauty, of lazzaroni, of beggars who
-slept on the steps of a cathedral; and they felt akin to that sunny
-poverty. They were happy, they wanted for nothing. They would live
-on nothing, or at any rate on very little. And they saw the future
-bright, smiling. They were closer together now, they would live more
-closely linked together. They loved each other and were happy in a
-land of beauty, in an ideal of noble symbolism and life-embracing art.
-
-Next morning he worked zealously, without a word, absorbed in his
-dream, in his work; and she, likewise, silent, contented, happy,
-examined her blouses and skirts attentively and reflected that she
-would need nothing more for quite another year and that her old clothes
-were amply sufficient for their life of happiness and simplicity.
-
-And she answered her father's letter very briefly, saying that she
-forgave him, that she was sorry for all of them, but that she was not
-coming back to the Hague. She would provide for her own maintenance,
-by writing. Italy was cheap. That was all she wrote. She did not
-mention Duco. She cut herself off from her family, in thought and
-in fact. She had met with no sympathy from any of them during her
-unhappy marriage, during the painful days of her divorce; and now,
-in her turn, she felt no affection for them. And her happiness made
-her partial and selfish. She wanted nothing but Duco, nothing but
-their harmonious life in common. He sat working, laughing to her
-now and then as she lay on the couch and reflected. She looked at
-the women marching to battle; she too could not remain lying on a
-couch, she too would have to sally forth and fight. She foresaw that
-she would have to fight ... for him. He was at present in the first
-fine frenzy of his art; but, if this slackened, momentarily, after
-a result of some kind, after a success for himself and the world,
-that would be commonplace and logical; and then she would have to
-fight. He was the noble element in their two lives; his art could
-never become her bread-winner. His little fortune amounted to hardly
-anything. She would have liked to work and make money for both of them,
-so that he need not depart from the pure principle of his art. But
-how was she to strive, how to work, how to work for their lives and
-their bread? What could she do? Write? It brought in so little. What
-else? She was overcome by a slight melancholy, because she could
-do so little. She possessed minor talents and accomplishments: she
-wrote a good style, she sang, she played the piano, she could make a
-blouse and she knew something about cooking. She would herself do the
-cooking now and then and would make her own clothes. But that was all
-so small, so little. Strive? Work? In what way? However, she would do
-what she could. And suddenly she took up a Baedeker, turned over the
-pages and sat down to write at Duco's writing-table. She thought for a
-moment and began a casual article, a travel-picture for a newspaper,
-about the environs of Naples: that was easier than at once beginning
-about Rome. And in the studio, filled with a faint warmth of the fire,
-because the room faced north and was chilly, everything became still
-and silent, save for the occasional scratching of her pen or the noise
-made by him when fumbling among his chalks and paint-brushes. She
-wrote a few pages but could not hit upon an ending. Then she got up; he
-turned round and smiled at her, with his smile of friendly happiness.
-
-And she read to him what she had written. It was not in the style of
-her pamphlet. It contained no invective; it was a pleasant traveller's
-sketch.
-
-He thought it very nice, but nothing out of the way. But that wasn't
-necessary, she said, defending herself. And he kissed her, for her
-industry and her pluck. It was raining that day and they did not go out
-for their lunch; there were eggs and tomatoes and she made an omelette
-on an oil-stove. They drank water, ate quantities of bread. And, while
-the rain outside lashed the great curtain-less window of the studio,
-they enjoyed their repast, sitting like two birds that huddle side
-by side, against each other, so as not to get wet.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXVIII
-
-
-It was a couple of months after Easter, in the spring days of May. The
-flood of tourists had ebbed away immediately after the great church
-festivities; and Rome was already very hot and growing very quiet. One
-morning, when Cornélie was crossing the Piazza di Spagna, where the
-sunshine streamed along the cream-coloured front of the Trinita de'
-Monti and down the monumental staircase, where only a few beggars
-and the very last flower-boy sat dreaming with blinking eye-lids in
-a shady corner, she saw the prince coming towards her. He bowed to
-her with a smile of gladness and hastened up to speak to her:
-
-"How glad I am to meet you! I am in Rome for a day or two, on my way
-to San Stefano, to see my father on business. Business is always a
-bore; and this is more so than usual. Urania is at Nice. But it is
-too hot there and we are going away. We have just returned from a
-trip on the Mediterranean. Four weeks on board a friend's yacht. It
-was delightful! Why did you never come to see us at Nice, as Urania
-asked you to?"
-
-"I really wasn't able to come."
-
-"I went to call on you yesterday in the Via dei Serpenti. They told
-me you had moved."
-
-He looked at her with a touch of mocking laughter in his small,
-glittering eyes. She did not speak.
-
-"After that I did not like to commit a further indiscretion," he said,
-meaningly. "Where are you going?"
-
-"To the post-office."
-
-"May I come with you? Isn't it too hot for walking?"
-
-"Oh, no, I love the heat! Come by all means, if you like. How is
-Urania?"
-
-"Very well, capital. She's capital. She's splendid, simply splendid. I
-should never have thought it. I should never have dared to think
-it. She plays her part to perfection. So far as she is concerned,
-I don't regret my marriage. But, for the rest, Gesu mio, what a
-disappointment, what a disillusion!"
-
-"Why?"
-
-"You knew, did you not--I even now don't know how--you knew for how
-many millions I sold myself? Not five millions but ten millions. Ah,
-signora mia, what a take in! You saw my father-in-law at the time
-of our wedding. What a Yankee, what a stocking-merchant and what a
-tradesman! We're no match for him: I, Papa, or the marchesa. First
-promises, contracts: oh, rather! But then haggling here, haggling
-there. We're no good at that: neither Papa nor I. Aunt alone was
-able to haggle. But she was no match for the stocking-merchant. She
-had not learnt that, in all the years during which she kept a
-boarding-house. Ten millions? Five millions? Not three millions! Or
-yes, perhaps we did get something like that, plus a heap of promises,
-for our children's children, when everybody's dead. Ah, signora,
-signora, I was better off before I was married! True, I had debts then
-and not now. But Urania is so economical, so practical! I should never
-have thought it of her. It has been a disappointment to everybody:
-Papa, my aunt, the monsignori. You should have seen them together. They
-could have scratched one another's eyes out. Papa almost had a
-stroke, my aunt nearly came to blows with the monsignori.... Ah,
-signora, signora, I don't like it! I am a victim. Winter after
-winter, they angled with me. But I didn't want to be the bait,
-I struggled, I wouldn't let the fish bite. And then this came of
-it. Not three millions. Lire, not dollars. I was so stupid, I thought
-at first it would be dollars. And Urania's economy! She allows me my
-pocket-money. She controls everything, does everything. She knows
-exactly how much I lose at the club. Yes, you may laugh, but it's
-sad. Don't you see that I sometimes feel as if I could cry? And she has
-such queer notions. For instance, we have our flat at Nice and we keep
-on my rooms in the Palazzo Ruspoli, as a pied-à-terre in Rome. That's
-enough: we don't come often to Rome, because we are 'black' and
-Urania thinks it dull. In the summer, we were to go here or there,
-to some watering-place. That was all right, that was settled. But now
-Urania suddenly conceives the notion of selecting San Stefano as a
-summer residence. San Stefano! I ask you! I shall never be able to
-stand it. True, it's high up, it's cool: it's a pleasant climate,
-good, fresh mountain air. But I need more in my life than mountain
-air. I can't live on mountain air. Oh, you wouldn't know Urania! She
-can be so awfully obstinate. It's settled now, beyond recall: in the
-summer, San Stefano. And the worst of it is that she has won Papa's
-heart by it. I have to suffer. They're two to one against me. And the
-worst of it is that Urania says we shall have to be very economical,
-in order to do San Stefano up a bit. It's a famous historical place,
-but fallen into grisly disrepair. It's not our fault: we never had
-any luck. There was once a Forte-Braccio pope; after that our star
-declined and we never had another stroke of luck again. San Stefano is
-the type of ruined greatness. You ought to see the place. To economize,
-to renovate San Stefano! That's Urania's ideal. She has taken it into
-her head to do that honour to our ancestral abode. However, she has
-won Papa's heart by it and he has recovered from his stroke. But can
-you understand now that il povero Gilio is poorer than he was before
-he acquired shares in a Chicago stocking-factory?"
-
-There was no checking his flow of words. He felt profoundly unhappy,
-small, beaten, tamed, conquered, destroyed; and he had a need to ease
-his heart. They had passed the post-office and now retraced their
-steps. He looked for sympathy from Cornélie and found it in the smiling
-attention with which she listened to his grievances. She replied that,
-after all, it showed that Urania had a real feeling for San Stefano.
-
-"Oh, yes!" he admitted, humbly. "She is very good. I should never
-have thought it. She is every inch a princess and duchess. It's
-splendid. But the ten millions: gone, an illusion!... But tell me:
-how well you're looking! Each time I see you, you've grown lovelier
-and lovelier. Do you know that you're a very lovely woman? You must
-be very happy, I'm certain! You're an exceptional woman, I always
-said so. I don't understand you.... May I speak frankly? Are we good
-friends, you and I? I don't understand. I think what you have done such
-a terrible thing. I have never heard of anything like it in our world."
-
-"I don't live in your world, prince."
-
-"Very well, but all the same your world must have much the same ideas
-about it. And the calmness, the pride, the happiness with which you
-do, just quietly, as you please! I think it perfectly awful. I stand
-aghast at it.... And yet ... it's a pity. People in my world are very
-easy-going. But that sort of thing is not allowed!"
-
-"Prince, once more, I have no world. My world is my own sphere."
-
-"I don't understand that. Tell me, how am I to tell Urania? For
-I should think it delightful if you would come and stay at San
-Stefano. Oh, do come, do: come to keep us company. I entreat you. Be
-charitable, do a good work.... But first tell me, how shall I tell
-Urania?"
-
-She laughed:
-
-"What?"
-
-"What they told me in the Via dei Serpenti, that your address was
-now Signor van der Staal's studio, Via del Babuino."
-
-Laughing, she looked at him almost pityingly:
-
-"It is too difficult for you to tell her," she replied, a little
-condescendingly. "I will myself write to Urania and explain my
-conduct."
-
-He was evidently relieved:
-
-"That's delightful, capital! And ... will you come to San Stefano?"
-
-"No, I can't really."
-
-"Why not?"
-
-"I can no longer move in the circle in which you live, after my change
-of address," she said, half laughing, half seriously.
-
-He shrugged his shoulders:
-
-"Listen," he said. "You know our Roman society. So long as certain
-conventions are observed ... everything's permitted."
-
-"Exactly; but it's just those conventions which I don't observe."
-
-"And that's where you are wrong. Believe me, I am saying it as your
-friend."
-
-"I live according to my own laws and I don't want to move in your
-world."
-
-He folded his hands in entreaty:
-
-"Yes, yes, I know. You are a 'new woman.' You have your own laws. But
-I beseech you, take pity on me. Be an angel of mercy and come to
-San Stefano."
-
-She seemed to hear a note of seduction in his voice and therefore said:
-
-"Prince, even if it agreed with the conventions of your world ... even
-then I shouldn't wish to. For I will not leave Van der Staal."
-
-"You come first and let him come a little later. Urania will be
-glad to have his advice on some artistic questions, concerning the
-'doing up' of San Stefano. We have a lot of pictures there. And old
-things generally. Do let's arrange that. I am going to San Stefano
-to-morrow. Urania will follow me in a week. I will suggest to her to
-ask you down soon."
-
-"Really, prince ... it can't happen just yet."
-
-"Why not?"
-
-She looked at him for some time before answering:
-
-"Shall I be candid with you?"
-
-"But of course!"
-
-They had already passed the post-office twice. The street was quite
-silent and deserted. He looked at her enquiringly.
-
-"Well, then," she said, "we are in great financial difficulties. We
-have no money at present. I have lost my little capital; and the
-small sum which I earned by writing an article is spent. Duco is
-working hard, but he is engaged on a big work and making nothing
-in the meantime. He expects to receive a bit of money in a month or
-so. But at the moment we have nothing, nothing at all. That is why
-I went to a shop by the Tiber this morning to ask how much a dealer
-would give for a couple of old pictures which Duco wants to sell. He
-doesn't like parting with them, but there's no help for it. So you
-see that I can't come. I should not care to leave him; besides,
-I should not have the money for the journey or a decent wardrobe."
-
-He looked at her. The first thing that he had noticed was her new and
-blooming loveliness; now he noticed that her skirt was a little worn
-and her blouse none too fresh, though she wore a couple of roses in
-the waist-band.
-
-"Gesu mio!" he exclaimed. "And you tell me that so calmly, so quietly!"
-
-She smiled and shrugged her shoulders:
-
-"What would you have me do? Moan and groan about it?"
-
-"But you are a woman ... a woman to revere and respect!" he cried. "How
-does Van der Staal take it?"
-
-"He is a bit depressed, of course. He has never known money
-trouble. And it hinders him from employing his full talent. But I
-hope to help him bear up during this difficult time. So you see,
-prince, that I can't come to San Stefano."
-
-"But why didn't you write to us? Why not ask us for money?"
-
-"It is very nice of you to say that, but the idea never even occurred
-to us."
-
-"Too proud?"
-
-"Yes, too proud."
-
-"But what a position to be in! What can I do for you? May I give
-you two hundred lire? I have two hundred lire on me. And I will tell
-Urania that I gave it to you."
-
-"No, thank you, prince. I am very grateful to you, but I can't
-accept it."
-
-"Not from me?"
-
-"No."
-
-"Not from Urania?"
-
-"Not from her either."
-
-"Why not?"
-
-"I want to earn my money and I can't accept alms."
-
-"A fine principle. But for the moment ..."
-
-"I remain true to it."
-
-"Will you allow me to tell you something?"
-
-"What?"
-
-"I admire you. More than that: I love you."
-
-She made a gesture with her hand and wrinkled her brows.
-
-"Why mayn't I tell you so? An Italian does not keep his love
-concealed. I love you. You are more beautiful and nobler and superior
-to anything that I could ever imagine any woman to be.... Don't
-be angry with me: I am not asking anything of you. I am a bad lot,
-but at this moment I really feel the sort of thing that you see in
-our old family-portraits, an atom of chivalry which has survived by
-accident. I ask for nothing from you. I merely tell you--and I say
-it in Urania's name as well as my own--that you can always rely on
-us. Urania will be angry that you haven't written to us."
-
-They now entered the post-office and she bought a few stamps:
-
-"There go my last soldi," she said, laughing and showing her empty
-purse. "We wanted the stamps to write to the secretary of an exhibition
-in London. Are you seeing me home?"
-
-She saw suddenly that he had tears in his eyes.
-
-"Do accept two hundred lire from me!" he entreated.
-
-She smilingly shook her head.
-
-"Are you dining at home?" he asked.
-
-She gave him a quizzing look:
-
-"Yes," she said.
-
-He was unwilling to ask any further questions, was afraid lest he
-should wound her:
-
-"Be kind," he said, "and dine with me this evening. I'm bored. I
-have no friends in Rome at the moment. Everybody is away. Not at the
-Grand-Hôtel, but in a snug little restaurant, where they know me. I'll
-come and fetch you at seven o'clock. Do be nice and come! For my sake!"
-
-He could not restrain his tears.
-
-"I shall be delighted," she said, softly, with her smile.
-
-They were standing in the porch of the house in the Via del Babuino
-where the studio was. He raised her hand to his lips and pressed a
-fervent kiss upon it. Then he took off his hat and hurried away. She
-went slowly up the stairs, mastering her emotion before she entered
-the studio.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXIX
-
-
-She found Duco lying listlessly on the sofa. He had a bad headache
-and she sat down beside him.
-
-"Well?" he asked.
-
-"The man offered me eighty lire for the Memmo," she said, "but he
-declared that the panel was not by Gentile da Fabriano: he remembered
-having seen it here."
-
-"The man's crazy," he replied. "Or else he is trying to get my Gentile
-for nothing.... Cornélie, I really can't sell it."
-
-"Well, Duco, then we'll think of something else," said she, laying
-her hand on his aching forehead.
-
-"Perhaps one or two smaller things, a knickknack or two," he moaned.
-
-"Perhaps. Shall I go back to him this afternoon?"
-
-"No, no, I'll go. But, really it is easier to buy that sort of thing
-than to sell it."
-
-"That is so, Duco," she agreed, laughing. "But I asked yesterday
-what I should get for a pair of bracelets; and I'll dispose of those
-to-day. And that will keep us going for quite a month. But I have
-some news for you. Do you know whom I met?"
-
-"No."
-
-"The prince."
-
-He gave a scowl:
-
-"I don't like that cad," he said.
-
-"I've told you before, Duco. I don't consider him a cad. And I don't
-believe he is one either. He asked us to dine with him this evening,
-quite quietly."
-
-"No, I don't care about it."
-
-She said nothing. She stood up, boiled some water on a spirit-stand
-and made tea:
-
-"Duco dear, I've been careless about lunch. A cup of tea and some
-bread-and-butter is all I can give you. Are you very hungry?"
-
-"No," he said, evasively.
-
-She hummed a tune while she poured out the tea into an antique cup. She
-cut the bread-and-butter and brought it to him on the sofa. Then she
-sat down beside him, with her own cup in her hand.
-
-"Cornélie, hadn't we better lunch at the osteria?"
-
-She laughed and showed him her empty purse:
-
-"Here are the stamps," she said.
-
-Disheartened, he flung himself back on the cushions.
-
-"My dear boy," she continued, "don't be so down. I shall have some
-money this afternoon, for the bracelets. I ought to have sold them
-sooner. Really, Duco, it's not of any importance. Why haven't you
-been working? It would have cheered you up."
-
-"I didn't feel inclined and I had a headache."
-
-She waited a moment and then said:
-
-"The prince was angry that we didn't write and ask him to help us. He
-wanted to give me two hundred lire...."
-
-"You refused, surely?" he asked, fiercely.
-
-"Well, of course," she answered, calmly. "He invited us to stay at San
-Stefano, where they will be spending the summer. I refused that too."
-
-"Why?"
-
-"I haven't the clothes.... But you wouldn't care to go, would you?"
-
-"No," he said, dully.
-
-She drew his head to her and stroked his forehead. A wide patch of
-reflected afternoon light fell through the studio-window from the
-blue sky outside; and the studio was like a confused swirl of dusty
-colour, in which the outlines stood forth with their arrested action
-and changeless emotion. The raised embroideries of the chasubles and
-stoles, the purples and sky-blues of Gentile's panel, the mystic
-luxury of Memmi's angel in his cloak of heavily-pleated brocade,
-with the golden lily-stem between his fingers, were like a hoard
-of colour and flashed in that reflected light like so many handfuls
-of jewels. On the easel stood the water-colour of The Banners, with
-its noble refinement. And, as they sat on the sofa, he leaning his
-head against her, both drinking their tea, they harmonized in their
-happiness with that background of art. And it seemed incredible that
-they should be worried about a couple of hundred lire, for they
-were surrounded by colour as of precious stones and her smile was
-still radiant. But his eyes were dejected and his hand hung limply
-by his side.
-
-She went out again that afternoon for a little while, but soon returned
-again, saying that she had sold the bracelets and that he need not
-worry any longer. And she sang and moved gaily about the studio. She
-had made a few purchases: an almond-tart, biscuits and a small bottle
-of port. She had carried the things home herself, in a little basket,
-and she sang as she unpacked them. Her liveliness cheered him; he
-stood up and suddenly sat down to The Banners. He looked at the light
-and thought that he would be able to work for an hour longer. He was
-filled with transport as he contemplated the drawing: he saw a great
-deal that was good in it, a great deal that was beautiful. It was both
-spacious and delicate; it was modern and yet free of any modern trucs;
-there was thought in it and yet purity of line and grouping. And the
-colours were restful and dignified: purple and grey and white; violet
-and pale-grey and bright white; dusk, twilight, light; night, dawn,
-day. The day especially, the day dawning high up yonder, was a day
-of white, self-conscious sunlight: a bright certitude, in which the
-future became clear. But as a cloud were the streamers, pennants,
-flags, banners, waving in heraldic beauty above the heads of the
-militant women uplifted in ecstasy.... He selected his colours, chose
-his brushes, worked zealously, until there was no light left. Then
-he sat down beside her, happy and contented. In the falling dusk
-they drank some of the port, ate some of the tart. He felt like it,
-he said; he was hungry....
-
-At seven o'clock there was a knock. He started up and opened the door;
-the prince entered. Duco's forehead clouded over; but the prince did
-not perceive it, in the twilit studio. Cornélie lit a lamp:
-
-"Scusi, prince," she said. "I am positively distressed: Duco does
-not care to go out--he has been working and is tired--and I had no
-one to send and tell you that we could not accept your invitation."
-
-"But you don't mean that, surely! I had reckoned so absolutely on
-having you both to dinner! What shall I do with my evening if you
-don't come!"
-
-And, bursting into a flow of language, the complaints of a spoiled
-child, the entreaties of an indulged boy, he began to persuade Duco,
-who remained unwilling and sullen. At last Duco rose, shrugged
-his shoulders, but, with a compassionate, almost insulting smile,
-yielded. But he was unable to suppress his sense of unwillingness;
-his jealousy because of the quick repartees of Cornélie and the prince
-remained unassuaged, like an inward pain. At the restaurant he was
-silent at first. Then he made an effort to join in the conversation,
-remembering what Cornélie had said to him on that momentous day at
-the osteria: that she loved him, Duco; that she did not even compare
-the prince with him; but ... that he was not cheerful or witty. And,
-conscious of his superiority because of that recollection, he displayed
-a smiling superciliousness towards the prince, for all his jealousy,
-condescending slightly and suffering his pleasantry and his flirtation,
-because it amused Cornélie, that clashing interplay of swift words
-and short, parrying phrases, like the dialogue in a French comedy.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXX
-
-
-The prince was to leave for San Stefano next day; and early in the
-morning Cornélie sent him the following letter:
-
-
-
-"My dear Prince,
-
-
-"I have a favour to ask of you. Yesterday you were so good as to offer
-me help. I thought then that I was in a position to decline your
-kind offer. But I hope that you will not think me very changeable
-if I come to you to-day with this request: lend me what you offered
-yesterday to give me.
-
-"Lend me two hundred lire. I hope to be able to repay you as soon as
-possible. Of course it need not be a secret from Urania; but don't
-let Duco know. I tried to sell my bracelets yesterday, but sold only
-one and received very little for it. The goldsmith offered me far too
-little, but I had to let him have one at forty lire, for I had not a
-soldo left! And so I am writing to appeal to your friendship and to
-ask you to put the two hundred lire in an envelope and let me come
-and fetch it myself from the porter. Pray receive my sincere thanks
-in advance.
-
-"What a pleasant evening you gave us yesterday! A couple of hours'
-cheerful talk like that, at a well-chosen dinner, does me good. However
-happy I may be, our present position of financial anxiety sometimes
-depresses me, though I keep up my spirits for Duco's sake. Money
-worries interfere with his work and impair his energy. So I discuss
-them with him as little as I can; and I particularly beg you not to
-let him into our little secret.
-
-"Once more, my best and most sincere thanks.
-
-
-"Cornélie de Retz."
-
-
-
-When she left the house that morning, she went straight to the
-Palazzo Ruspoli:
-
-"Has his excellency gone?"
-
-The porter bowed respectively and confidentially:
-
-"An hour ago, signora. His excellency left a letter and a parcel for
-me to give you if you should call. Permit me to fetch them."
-
-He went away and soon returned; he handed Cornélie the parcel and
-the letter.
-
-She walked down a side-street turning out of the Corso, opened the
-envelope and found a few bank-*notes and this letter:
-
-
-
-"Most honoured Lady,
-
-
-"I am so glad that you have applied to me at last; and Urania also
-will approve. I feel I am acting in accordance with her wishes when
-I send you not two hundred but a thousand lire, with the most humble
-request that you will accept it and keep it as long as you please. For
-of course I dare not ask you to take it as a present. Nevertheless
-I am making so bold as to send you a keepsake. When I read that you
-were compelled to sell a bracelet, I hated the idea so that, without
-stopping to think, I ran round to Marchesini's and, as best I could,
-picked you out a bracelet which, at your feet, I entreat you to
-accept. You must not refuse your friend this. Let my bracelet be a
-secret from Urania as well as from Van der Staal.
-
-"Once more receive my sincere thanks for deigning to apply to me
-for aid and be assured that I attach the highest value to this mark
-of favour.
-
-
-"Your most humble servant,
-"Virgilio di F. B."
-
-
-
-Cornélie opened the parcel and found a velvet case containing a
-bracelet in the Etruscan style: a narrow gold band set with pearls
-and sapphires.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXXI
-
-
-In those hot May days, the big studio facing north was cool while the
-town outside was scorching. Duco and Cornélie did not go out before
-nightfall, when it was time to think of dining somewhere. Rome was
-quiet: Roman society had fled; the tourists had migrated. They saw
-nobody and their days glided past. He worked diligently; The Banners
-was finished: the two of them, with their arms around each other's
-waists and her head on his shoulder, would sit in front of it, proudly
-smiling, during the last days before the drawing was to be sent to the
-International Exhibition in Knightsbridge. Their feeling for each other
-had never contained such pure harmony, such unity of concord, as now,
-when his work was done. He felt that he had never worked so nobly,
-so firmly, so unhesitatingly, never with the same strength, yet never
-so tenderly; and he was grateful to her for it. He confessed to her
-that he could never have worked like that if she had not thought with
-him and felt with him in their long hours of sitting and gazing at
-the procession, the pageant of women, as it wound out of the night
-of crumbling pillars to the city of sheer increasing radiance and
-gleaming palaces of glass. There was rest in his soul, now that
-he had worked so greatly and nobly. There was pride in them both:
-pride because of their life, their independence, because of that
-work of noble and stately art. In their happiness there was much
-that was arbitrary; they looked down upon people, the multitude,
-the world; and this was especially true of him. In her there was
-more of quietude and humility, though outwardly she showed herself
-as proud as he. Her article on The Social Position of Divorced Women
-had been published in pamphlet form and made a success. But her own
-performance did not make her proud as Duco's art made her proud,
-proud of him and of their life and their happiness.
-
-While she read in the Dutch papers and magazines the reviews of
-her pamphlet--often displaying opposition but never any slight and
-always acknowledging her authority to speak on the question--while
-she read her pamphlet through again, a doubt arose within her of her
-own conviction. She felt how difficult it was to fight with a single
-mind for a cause, as those symbolic women in the drawing marched to
-the fight. She felt that what she had written was inspired by her own
-experience, by her own suffering and by these only; she saw that she
-had generalized her own sense of life and suffering, but without deeper
-insight into the essence of those things: not from pure conviction, but
-from anger and resentment; not from reflection, but after melancholy
-musing upon her own fate; not from her love of her fellow-women, but
-from a petty hatred of society. And she remembered Duco's silence at
-that time, his mute disapproval, his intuitive feeling that the source
-of her excitement was not pure, but the bitter and turbid spring of
-her own experience. She now respected his intuition; she now perceived
-the essential purity of his character; she now felt that he--because
-of his art--was high, noble, without ulterior motives in his actions,
-creating beauty for its own sake. But she also felt that she had
-roused him to it. That was her pride and her happiness; and she
-loved him more dearly for it. But about herself she was humble. She
-was conscious of her femininity, of all the complexity of her soul,
-which prevented her from continuing to fight for the objects of the
-feminist movement. And she thought again of her education, of her
-husband, her short but sad married life ... and she thought of the
-prince. She felt herself so complex and she would gladly have been
-homogeneous. She swayed between contradiction and contradiction and
-she confessed to herself that she did not know herself. It gave a
-tinge of melancholy to her days of happiness.
-
-The prince ... was not her pride only apparent that she had asked
-him not to tell Urania that she was living with Duco, because
-she would tell her so herself? In reality, she feared Urania's
-opinion.... She was troubled by the dishonesty of the life: she called
-the intersections of the line with the lines of other small people the
-petty life. Why, so soon as she crossed one of these intersections,
-did she feel, as though by instinct, that honesty was not always
-wise? What became of her pride and her dignity--not apparently, but
-actually--from the moment that she feared Urania's criticism, from the
-moment that she feared lest this criticism might be unfavourable to
-her in one respect or another? And why did she not speak of Virgilio's
-bracelet to Duco? She did not speak of the thousand lire because she
-knew that money matters depressed him and that he did not want to
-borrow from the prince, because, if he knew about it, he would not
-be able to work free from care; and her concealment had been for a
-noble object. But why did she not speak of Gilio's bracelet?...
-
-She did not know. Once or twice she had tried to say, just naturally
-and casually:
-
-"Look, I've had this from the prince, because I sold that one
-bracelet."
-
-But she was not able to say it, she did not know why. Was it because
-of Duco's jealousy? She didn't know, she didn't know. She felt that
-it would make for peace and tranquillity if she said nothing about
-the bracelet and did not wear it. Really she would have been glad to
-send it back to the prince. But she thought that unkind, after all
-his readiness to assist her.
-
-And Duco ... he thought that she had sold the bracelets for a good
-sum, he knew that she had received money from the publisher, for
-her pamphlet. He asked no further questions and ceased to think
-about money. They lived very simply.... But still she disliked his
-not knowing, even though it had been good for his work that he had
-not known.
-
-These were little things. These were little clouds in the golden
-skies of their great and noble life, their life of which they were
-proud. And she alone saw them. And, when she saw his eyes, radiant
-with the pride of life; when she heard his voice, vibrating with his
-new assured energy and pride; and when she felt his embrace, in which
-she felt the thrill of his delight in the happiness which she brought
-him, then she no longer saw the little clouds, then she felt her own
-thrill of delight in the happiness which he had brought her and she
-loved him so passionately that she could have died in his arms....
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXXII
-
-
-Urania wrote most charmingly. She said that they were having a very
-quiet time with the old prince at San Stefano, as they were not
-inviting visitors because the castle was too gloomy, too shabby, too
-lonely, but that she would think it most delightful if Cornélie would
-come and spend a few weeks with them. She added that she would send
-Mr. van der Staal an invitation as well. The letter was addressed
-to the Via dei Serpenti and forwarded to Cornélie from there. She
-understood from this that Gilio had not mentioned that she was living
-in Duco's studio and she understood also that Urania accepted their
-liaison without criticizing it....
-
-The Banners had been dispatched to London; and, now that Duco was
-no longer working, a slight indolence and a vague boredom hung about
-the studio, which was still cool, while the town was scorching. And
-Cornélie wrote to Urania that she was very glad to accept and promised
-to come in a week's time. She was pleased that she would meet no
-other guests at the castle, for she had no dresses for a country-house
-visit. But with her usual tact she freshened up her wardrobe, without
-spending much money. This took up all the intervening days; and she
-sat sewing while Duco lay on the sofa and smoked cigarettes. He also
-had accepted, because of Cornélie and because the district around the
-Lake of San Stefano, which was overlooked by the castle, attracted
-him. He promised Cornélie with a smile not to be so stiff. He would
-do his best to make himself agreeable. He looked down rather haughtily
-on the prince. He considered him a scallywag, but no longer a bounder
-or a cad. He thought him childish, but not base or ignoble.
-
-Cornélie went off. He took her to the station. In the cab she kissed
-him fondly and told him how much she would miss him during those few
-days. Would he come soon? In a week? She would be longing for him:
-she could not do without him. She looked deep into his eyes, which
-she loved. He also said that he would be terribly bored without
-her. Couldn't he come earlier, she asked. No, Urania had fixed
-the date.
-
-When he helped her into a second-class compartment, she felt sad to
-be going without him. The carriage was full; she occupied the last
-vacant seat. She sat between a fat peasant and an old peasant-woman;
-the man civilly helped her to put her little portmanteau in the rack
-and asked whether she minded if he smoked his pipe. She civilly
-answered no. Opposite them sat two priests in frayed cassocks. An
-unimportant-looking little brown wooden box was lying between their
-feet: it was the supreme unction, which they were taking to a dying
-person.
-
-The peasant entered into conversation with Cornélie, asked if she was
-a foreigner: English, no doubt? The old peasant-woman offered her a
-tangerine orange.
-
-The remainder of the compartment was occupied by a middle-class family:
-father, mother, a small boy and two little sisters. The slow train
-shook, rattled and wound its way along, stopping constantly. The
-little girls kept on humming tunes. At one station a lady stepped
-out of a first-class carriage with a little girl of five, in a white
-frock and a hat with white ostrich-feathers.
-
-"Oh, che bellezza!" cried the small boy. "Mamma, mamma, look! Isn't
-she beautiful? Isn't she lovely? Divinamente! Oh ... mamma!"
-
-He closed his black eyes, lovelorn, dazzled by the little white
-girl of five. The parents laughed, the priests laughed, everybody
-laughed. But the boy was not at all confused:
-
-"Era una bellezza!" he repeated once more, casting a glance of
-conviction all around him.
-
-It was very hot in the train. Outside, the mountains gleamed white on
-the horizon and glittered like a fire with opal reflections. Close to
-the railway stood a row of eucalyptus-trees, sickle-leaved, brewing a
-heavy perfume. On the dry, sun-scorched plain, the wild cattle grazed,
-lifting their black curly heads with indifference to the train. In the
-stifling, stewing heat, the passengers' drowsy heads nodded up and
-down, while a smell of sweat, tobacco-smoke and orange-peel mingled
-with the scent of the eucalyptuses outside. The train swung round a
-curve, rattling like a toy-train of tin coaches almost tumbling over
-one another. And a level stretch of unruffled lazulite--metallic,
-crystalline, sky-blue--came into view, spreading into an oval goblet
-between slopes of mountain-land, like a very deep-set vase in which a
-sacred fluid was kept very blue and pure and motionless by a wall of
-rocky hills, which rose higher and higher until, as the train swung
-and rattled round the clear goblet, at one lofty point a castle
-stood, coloured like the rocks, broad, massive and monastic, with
-the cloisters running down the slope. It rose in noble and sombre
-melancholy; and from the train one could hardly distinguish what was
-rock and what was building-stone, as though it were all one barbaric
-growth, as though the castle had grown naturally out of the rock and,
-in growing, had assumed something of the shape of a human dwelling
-of the earliest times. And, as though the oval with its divine blue
-water had been a sacred reservoir, the mountains hedged in the Lake
-of San Stefano and the castle rose as its gloomy guardian.
-
-The train wound along a curve by the water-side, swung round a
-bend, then round another and stopped: San Stefano. It was a small,
-quiet town, lying sleepily in the sun, without life or traffic, and
-visited only in the winter by day-trippers, who came from Rome to
-see the cathedral and the castle and tasted the wine of the country
-at the osteria.
-
-When Cornélie alighted, she at once saw the prince.
-
-"How sweet of you to come and look us up in our eyrie!" he cried,
-in rapture, eagerly pressing her two hands.
-
-He led her through the station to his little basket-carriage, with
-two little horses and a tiny groom. A porter would bring her luggage
-to the castle.
-
-"It's delightful of you to come!" he repeated. "You have never been
-to San Stefano before? You know the cathedral is famous. We shall go
-right through the town: the road to the castle runs behind it."
-
-He was smiling with pleasure. He started the horses with a click of
-his tongue, with a repeated shake of the reins, like a child. They
-flew along the road, between the low, sleepy little houses, across
-the square, where in the glowing sunlight the glorious cathedral
-rose, Lombardo-Romanesque in style, begun in the eleventh and added
-to in every succeeding century, with the campanile on the left and
-the battisterio on the right: marvels of architecture in red, black
-and white marble, one vast sculpture of angels, saints and prophets
-and all as it were covered with a thick dust of ages, which had long
-since tempered the colours of the marble to rose, grey and yellow and
-which hovered between the groups as the one and only thing that had
-been left over of all those centuries, as though they had sunk into
-dust in every crevice.
-
-The prince drove across a long bridge, whose arches were the remains of
-an ancient aqueduct and now stood in the river, the bed of which was
-quite dried up, with children playing in it. Then he let the little
-horses climb at a foot's pace. The road led steeply, winding, barren
-and rocky, up to the castle, while valleys of olives sank beneath
-them, affording an ever wider view over the ever wider panorama of
-blue-white mountains and opal horizons gleaming in the sun, with
-suddenly a glimpse of the lake, the oval goblet, now sunk deeper and
-deeper, as in a fluted brim of sun-scorched hills, its blue growing
-deeper and more precipitous, a mystic blue that caught all the blue
-of the sky, until the air shimmered between lake and sky as in long
-spirals of light that whirled before the eyes. Until suddenly there
-drifted an intoxication of orange-blossom, a heavy, sensual breath
-as of panting love, as though thousands of mouths were exhaling a
-perfumed breath that hung stiflingly in the windless atmosphere of
-light, between the lake and the sky.
-
-The prince, happy and vivacious, talked a great deal, pointed this
-way and that with his whip, clicked at the horses, asked Cornélie
-questions, asked if she did not admire the landscape. Slowly, straining
-the muscles of their hind-legs, the horses drew the carriage up the
-ascent. The castle lay massive, huddling close to the ground. The
-lake sank lower and lower. The horizons became wider, like a world;
-a fitful breeze blew away some of the orange-blossom breath. The road
-became broad, easy and level. The castle lay extended like a fortress,
-like a town, behind its pinnacled walls, with gate within gate. They
-drove in, across a courtyard, under an archway into a second courtyard,
-under a second archway with a third courtyard. And Cornélie received
-a sensation of awe, a vision of pillars, arches, statues, arcades
-and fountains. They alighted.
-
-Urania ran out to meet her, embraced her, welcomed her affectionately
-and took her up the stairs and through the passages to her room. The
-windows were open; she looked out at the lake and the town and the
-cathedral. And Urania kissed her again and made her sit down. And
-Cornélie was struck by the fact that Urania had grown thin and had lost
-her former brilliant beauty of an American girl, with the unconscious
-look of a cocotte in her eyes, her smile and her clothes. She was
-changed. She had "gone off" a little and was no longer so pretty,
-as though her good looks had been a short-lived pretence, consisting
-of freshness rather than line. But, if she had lost her bloom, she
-had gained a certain distinction, a certain style, something that
-surprised Cornélie. Her gestures were quieter, her voice was softer,
-her mouth seemed smaller and was not always splitting open to display
-her white teeth; her dress was exceedingly simple: a blue skirt and a
-white blouse. Cornélie found it difficult to realize that the young
-Princess di Forte-Braccio, Duchess di San Stefano, was Miss Urania
-Hope of Chicago. A slight melancholy had come over her, which became
-her, even though she was less pretty. And Cornélie reflected that
-she must have some sorrow, which had smoothed her angles, but that
-she was also tactfully accommodating herself to her entirely novel
-environment. She asked Urania if she was happy. Urania said yes,
-with her sad smile, which was so new and so surprising. And she
-told her story. They had had a pleasant winter at Nice, but among
-a cosmopolitan circle of friends, for, though her new relations
-were very kind, they were exceedingly condescending and Virgilio's
-friends, especially the ladies, kept her at arm's length in an almost
-insolent fashion. Already during the honeymoon she had perceived
-that the aristocracy were prepared to tolerate her, but that they
-could never forget that she was the daughter of Hope the Chicago
-stockinet-manufacturer. She had seen that she was not the only one who,
-though she was now a princess and duchess, was accepted on sufferance
-and only for her millions: there were others like herself. She had
-formed no friendships. People came to her parties and dances: they
-were frère et compagnon and hand and glove with Gilio; the women
-called him by his Christian name, laughed and flirted with him and
-seemed quite to approve of him for marrying a few millions. To Urania
-they were just barely civil, especially the women: the men were not
-so difficult. But the whole thing saddened her, especially with all
-these women of the higher nobility--bearers of the most famous names
-in Italy--who treated her with condescension and always managed to
-exclude her from every intimacy, from all private gatherings, from all
-cooperation in the matter of parties or charities. When everything
-had been discussed, then they asked the Princess di Forte-Braccio
-to take part and offered her the place to which she was entitled
-and even did so with scrupulous punctiliousness. They manifestly
-treated her as a princess and an equal in the eyes of the world, of
-the public. But in their own set she remained Urania Hope. And the
-few other, middle-class millionaire elements of course ran after her,
-but she kept these at a distance; and Gilio approved. And what had
-Gilio said when she once complained of her grievance to him? That she,
-by displaying tactfulness, would certainly conquer her position, but
-with great patience and after many, many years. She was now crying,
-with her head on Cornélie's shoulder: oh, she reflected, she would
-never conquer them, those haughty women! What after all was she,
-a Hope, compared with all those celebrated families, which together
-made up the ancient glory of Italy and which, like the Massimos,
-traced back their descent to the Romans of old?
-
-Was Gilio kind? Yes, but from the beginning he had treated her as
-"his wife." All his pleasantness, all his cheerfulness was kept for
-others: he never talked to her much. And the young princess wept: she
-felt lonely, she sometimes longed for America. She had now invited her
-brother to stay with her, a nice boy of seventeen, who had come over
-for her wedding and travelled about Europe a little before returning
-to his farm in the Far West. He was her darling, he consoled her;
-but he would be gone in a few weeks. And then what would she have
-left? Oh, how glad she was that Cornélie had come! And how well she
-was looking, prettier than she had ever seen her look! Van der Staal
-had accepted: he would be here in a week. She asked, in a whisper,
-were they not going to get married? Cornélie answered positively no;
-she was not marrying, she would never marry again. And, in a sudden
-burst of candour, unable to conceal things from Urania, she told
-her that she was no longer living in the Via dei Serpenti, that she
-was living in Duco's studio. Urania was startled by this breach of
-every convention; but she regarded her friend as a woman who could
-do things which another could not. So it was only their happiness
-and friendship, she whispered, as though frightened, and without
-the sanction of society? Urania remembered Cornélie's imprecations
-against marriage and, formerly, against the prince. But she did like
-Gilio a little now, didn't she? Oh, she, Urania, would not be jealous
-again! She thought it delightful that Cornélie had come; and Gilio,
-who was bored, had also looked forward so to her arrival. Oh, no,
-Urania was no longer jealous!
-
-And, with her head on Cornélie's shoulder and her eyes still full
-of tears, she seemed merely to ask for a little friendship, a little
-affection, a few kind words and caresses, this wealthy American child
-who now bore the title of an ancient Italian house. And Cornélie
-felt for her because she was suffering, because she was no longer
-a small insignificant person, whose line of life happened to cross
-her own. She took her in her arms, comforted her, the weeping little
-princess, as with a new friendship; she accepted her in her life as a
-friend, no longer as a small insignificant person. And, when Urania,
-staring wide-eyed, remembered Cornélie's warning, Cornélie treated that
-warning lightly and said that Urania ought to show more courage. Tact,
-she possessed, innate tact. But she must be courageous and face life
-as it came....
-
-They stood up and, clasped in each other's arms, looked out of the
-open window. The bells of the cathedral were pealing through the air;
-the cathedral rose in noble pride from out of a very low huddle of
-roofs, a gigantic cathedral for so small a town, an immense symbol
-of ecclesiastical dominion over the roof-tops of the little town
-kneeling in reverence. And the awe which had filled Cornélie in the
-courtyard, among the arcades, statues and fountains, inspired her anew,
-because glory and grandeur, dying but not dead, mouldering but not
-spent, seemed to loom dimly from the mystic blue of the lake, from
-the age-old architecture of the cathedral, up the orange-clad hills
-to the castle, where at an open window stood a young foreign woman,
-discouraged, although that phantom of glory and grandeur needed her
-millions in order to endure for a few more generations....
-
-"It is beautiful and stately, all this past," thought Cornélie. "It
-is great. But still it is no longer anything. It is a phantom. For
-it is gone, it is all gone, it is but a memory of proud and arrogant
-nobles, of narrow souls that do not look towards the future."
-
-And the future, with a confusion of social problems, with the waving of
-new banners and streamers, now whirled before her in the long spirals
-of light, which, like blue notes of interrogation, shimmered before
-her eyes, between the lake and the sky.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXXIII
-
-
-Cornélie had changed her dress and now left her room. She went down
-the corridor and saw nobody. She did not know the way, but walked
-on. Suddenly a wide staircase fell away before her, between two
-rows of gigantic marble candelabra; and Cornélie came to an atrio
-which opened over the lake. The walls, with frescoes by Mantegna,
-representing feats of bygone San Stefanos, supported a cupola which,
-painted with sky and clouds, appeared as though it were open to the
-outer air and which was surrounded by groups of cupids and nymphs
-looking down from a balustrade.
-
-She stepped outside and saw Gilio. He was sitting on the balustrade
-of the terrace, smoking a cigarette and gazing at the lake. He came
-up to her:
-
-"I was almost sure that you would come this way," he said. "Aren't
-you tired? May I show you round? Have you seen our Mantegnas? They
-have suffered badly. They were restored at the beginning of the
-century. [2] They look rather dilapidated, don't they? Do you see
-that little mythological scene up there, by Giulio Romano? Come here,
-through this door. But it's locked. Wait...."
-
-He called out an order to some one below. Presently an old serving-man
-arrived with a heavy bunch of keys, which he handed to the prince.
-
-"You can go, Egisto. I know the keys."
-
-The man went away. The prince opened a heavy bronze door. He showed
-her the bas-reliefs:
-
-"Giovanni da Bologna," he said.
-
-They went on, through a room hung with tapestries; the prince pointed
-to a ceiling by Ghirlandajo: the apotheosis of the only pope of
-the house of San Stefano. Next through a hall of mirrors, painted
-by Mario de' Flori. The dusty, musty smell of an ill-kept museum,
-with its atmosphere of neglect and indifference, stifled the breath;
-the white-silk window-curtains were yellow with age, soiled by flies;
-the red curtains of Venetian damask hung in moth-eaten rags and
-tatters; the painted mirrors were dull and tarnished; the arms of
-the Venetian glass chandeliers were broken. Pushed aside anyhow,
-like so much rubbish in a lumber-room, stood the most precious
-cabinets, inlaid with bronze, mother-of-pearl and ebony panels,
-and mosaic tables of lapis-lazuli, malachite and green, yellow,
-black and pink marble. In the tapestries--Saul and David, Esther,
-Holofernes, Salome--the vitality of the figures had evaporated,
-as though they were suffocated under the grey coat of dust that lay
-thick upon their worn textures and neutralized every colour.
-
-In the immense halls, half-dark in their curtained dusk, a sort of
-sorrow lingered, like a melancholy of hopeless, conquered exasperation,
-a slow decline of greatness and magnificence; between the masterpieces
-of the most famous painters mournful empty spaces yawned, the witnesses
-of pinching penury, spaces once occupied by pictures that had once
-and even lately been sold for fortunes. Cornélie remembered something
-about a law-suit some years ago, an attempt to send some Raphaels
-across the frontier, in defiance of the law, and to sell them in
-Berlin.... And Gilio led her hurriedly through the spectral halls,
-gay as a boy, light-hearted as a child, glad to have his diversion,
-mentioning without affection or interest names which he had heard in
-his childhood, but making mistakes and correcting himself and at last
-confessing that he had forgotten:
-
-"And here is the camera degli sposi...."
-
-He fumbled at the bunch of keys, read the brass labels till he found
-the right one and opened the door, which grated on its hinges; and
-they went in.
-
-And suddenly there was something like an intense and exquisite
-stateliness of intimacy: a huge bedroom, all gold, with the dim gold
-of tenderly faded golden tissues. On the walls were gold-coloured
-tapestries: Venus rising from the gilt foam of a golden ocean, Venus
-and Mars, Venus and Cupid, Venus and Adonis. The pale-pink nudity of
-these mythological beings stood forth very faintly against the sheer
-gold of sky and atmosphere, in golden woodlands, amid golden flowers,
-with golden cupids and swans and doves and wild boars; golden peacocks
-drank from golden fountains; water and clouds were of elemental gold;
-and all this had tenderly faded into a languorous sunset of expiring
-radiance. The state bed was gold, under a canopy of gold brocade, on
-which the armorial bearings of the family were embroidered in heavy
-relief; the bedspread was gold; but all this gold was lifeless, had
-lapsed into the melancholy of all but grey lustre: it was effaced,
-erased, obliterated, as though the dusty ages had cast a shadow over
-it, had woven a web across it.
-
-"How beautiful!" said Cornélie.
-
-"Our famous bridal chamber," said the prince, laughing. "It was a
-strange idea of those old people, to spend the first night in such
-a peculiar apartment. When they married, in our family, they slept
-here on the bridal night. It was a sort of superstition. The young
-wife remained faithful only provided it was here that she spent the
-first night with her husband. Poor Urania! We did not sleep here,
-signora mia, among all these indecent goddesses of love. We no longer
-respect the family tradition. Urania is therefore doomed by fate to
-be unfaithful to me. Unless I take that doom on my own shoulders...."
-
-"I suppose the fidelity of the husbands is not mentioned in this
-family tradition?"
-
-"No, we attached very little importance to that ... nor do we
-nowadays...."
-
-"It's glorious," Cornélie repeated, locking around her. "Duco will
-think it perfectly glorious. Oh, prince, I never saw such a room! Look
-at Venus over there, with the wounded Adonis, his head in her lap,
-the nymphs lamenting! It is a fairy-tale."
-
-"There's too much gold for my taste."
-
-"It may have been so before, too much gold...."
-
-"Masses of gold denoted wealth and abundant love. The wealth is
-gone...."
-
-"But the gold is softened now, so beautifully toned down...."
-
-"The abundant love has remained: the San Stefanos have always loved
-much."
-
-He went on jesting, called attention to the wantonness of the design
-and risked an allusion.
-
-She pretended not to hear. She looked at the tapestries. In the
-intervals between the panels golden peacocks drank from golden
-fountains and cupids played with doves.
-
-"I am so fond of you!" he whispered in her ear, putting his arm round
-her waist. "Angel! Angel!"
-
-She pushed him away:
-
-"Prince...."
-
-"Call me Gilio!"
-
-"Why can't we be just good friends?"
-
-"Because I want something more than friendship."
-
-She now released herself entirely:
-
-"And I don't!" she answered, coldly.
-
-"Do you only love one then?"
-
-"Yes."
-
-"That's not possible."
-
-"Why not?"
-
-"Because, if so, you would marry him. If you loved nobody but Van
-der Staal, you would marry him."
-
-"I am opposed to marriage."
-
-"Nonsense! You're not marrying him, so that you may be free. And, if
-you want to be free, I also am entitled to ask for my moment of love."
-
-She gave him a strange look. He felt her scorn.
-
-"You ... you don't understand me at all," she said, slowly and
-compassionately.
-
-"You understand me."
-
-"Oh, yes! You are so very simple!"
-
-"Why won't you?"
-
-"Because I won't."
-
-"Why not?"
-
-"Because I haven't that feeling for you."
-
-"Why not?" he insisted; and his hands clenched as he spoke.
-
-"Why not?" she repeated. "Because I think you a cheerful and pleasant
-companion with whom to take things lightly, but in other respects
-your temperament is not in tune with mine."
-
-"What do you know about my temperament?"
-
-"I can see you."
-
-"You are not a doctor."
-
-"No, but I am a woman."
-
-"And I a man."
-
-"But not for me."
-
-Furiously, with a curse, he caught her in his quivering arms. Before
-she could prevent him, he had kissed her fiercely. She struggled out
-of his grasp and slapped his face. He gave another curse and flung
-out his arms to seize her again, but she drew herself up:
-
-"Prince!" she cried, screaming with laughter. "You surely don't think
-that you can compel me?"
-
-"Of course I do!"
-
-She gave a disdainful laugh:
-
-"You can not," she said, aloud. "For I refuse and I will not be
-compelled."
-
-He saw red, he was furious. He had never before been defied and
-thwarted; he had always conquered.
-
-She saw him rushing at her, but she quietly flung back the door of
-the room.
-
-The long galleries and apartments stretched out before them, as
-though endlessly. There was something in that vista of ancestral
-spaciousness that restrained him. He was an impetuous rather than a
-deliberate ravisher. She walked on very slowly, looking attentively
-to right and left.
-
-He came up with her:
-
-"You struck me!" he panted, furiously. "I'll never forgive it, never!"
-
-"I beg your pardon," she said, with her sweetened voice and smile. "I
-had to defend myself, you know."
-
-"Why?"
-
-"Prince," she said, persuasively, "why all this anger and passion and
-exasperation? You can be so nice; when I saw you last in Rome you
-were so charming. We were always such good friends. I enjoyed your
-conversation and your wit and your good-nature. Now it's all spoilt."
-
-"No," he entreated.
-
-"Yes, it is. You won't understand me. Your temperament is not in
-harmony with mine. Don't you understand? You force me to speak
-coarsely, because you are coarse yourself."
-
-"I?"
-
-"Yes. You don't believe in the sincerity of my independence."
-
-"No, I don't!"
-
-"Is that courteous, towards a woman?"
-
-"I am courteous only up to a certain point."
-
-"We have left that point behind. So be courteous again as before."
-
-"You are playing with me. I shall never forget it; I will be revenged."
-
-"So it's a struggle for life and death?"
-
-"No, a struggle for victory, for me."
-
-They had reached the atrio:
-
-"Thanks for showing me round," she said, a little mockingly. "The
-camera degli sposi, above all, was splendid. Don't let us be angry
-any more."
-
-And she offered him her hand.
-
-"No," he said, "you struck me here, in the face. My cheek is still
-burning. I won't accept your hand."
-
-"Poor cheek!" she said, teasingly. "Poor prince! Did I hit hard?"
-
-"Yes."
-
-"How can I extinguish that burning?"
-
-He looked at her, still breathing hard, and flushed, with glittering
-carbuncle eyes:
-
-"You're a bigger coquette than any Italian woman."
-
-She laughed:
-
-"With a kiss?" she asked.
-
-"Demon!" he muttered, between his teeth.
-
-"With a kiss?" she repeated.
-
-"Yes," he said. "There, in our camera degli sposi."
-
-"No, here."
-
-"Demon!" he muttered, still more softly.
-
-She kissed him quickly. Then she gave him her hand:
-
-"And now that's over. The incident is closed."
-
-"Angel! She-devil!" he hissed after her.
-
-She looked over the balustrade at the lake. Evening had fallen and
-the lake lay shimmering in mist. She regarded him as a young boy,
-who sometimes amused her and had now been naughty. She was no longer
-thinking of him; she was thinking of Duco:
-
-"How lovely he will think it here!" she thought. "Oh, how I long
-for him!..."
-
-There was a rustle of women's skirts behind her. It was Urania and
-the Marchesa Belloni.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXXIV
-
-
-Urania asked Cornélie to come in, because it was not healthy out of
-doors now, at sunset, with the misty exhalations from the lake. The
-marchesa bowed coldly and stiffly, pinched her eyes together and
-pretended not to remember Cornélie very well.
-
-"I can understand that," said Cornélie, smiling acidly. "You see
-different boarders at your pension every day and I stayed for a much
-shorter time than you reckoned on. I hope that you soon disposed
-of my rooms again, marchesa, and that you suffered no loss through
-my departure?"
-
-The Marchesa Belloni looked at her in mute amazement. She was here,
-at San Stefano, in her element as a marchioness; she, the sister-in-law
-of the old prince, never spoke here of her foreigners' boarding-house;
-she never met her Roman guests here: they sometimes visited the castle,
-but only at fixed hours, whereas she spent the weeks of her summer
-villeggiatura here. And here she laid aside her plausible manner
-of singing the praises of a chilly room, her commercial habit of
-asking the most that she dared. She here carried her curled, leonine
-head with a lofty dignity; and, though she still wore her crystal
-brilliants in her ears, she also wore a brand-new spencer around her
-ample bosom. She could not help it, that she, a countess by birth,
-she, the Marchesa Belloni--the late marquis was a brother of the
-defunct princess--possessed no personal distinction, despite all
-her quarterings; but she felt herself to be, as indeed she was, an
-aristocrat. The friends, the monsignori whom she did sometimes meet
-at San Stefano, promoted the Pension Belloni in their conversation
-and called it the Palazzo Belloni.
-
-"Oh, yes," she said, at last, very coolly, blinking her eyes with
-an aristocratic air, "I remember you now ... although I've forgotten
-your name. A friend of the Princess Urania, I believe? I am glad to
-see you again, very glad.... And what do you think of your friend's
-marriage?" she asked, as she went up the stairs beside Cornélie,
-between Mino da Fiesole's marble candelabra.
-
-Gilio, still angry and flushed and not at all calmed by the kiss, had
-moved away. Urania had run on ahead. The marchesa knew of Cornélie's
-original opposition, of her former advice to Urania; and she was
-certain that Cornélie had acted in this way because she herself had had
-views on Gilio. There was a note of triumphant irony in her question.
-
-"I think it was made in Heaven," Cornélie replied, in a bantering
-tone. "I believe there is a blessing on their marriage."
-
-"The blessing of his holiness," said the marchesa, naïvely, not
-understanding.
-
-"Of course: the blessing of his holiness ... and of Heaven."
-
-"I thought you were not religious?"
-
-"Sometimes, when I think of their marriage, I become very
-religious. What peace for the Princess Urania's soul when she became
-a Catholic! What happiness in life, to marry il caro Gilio! There is
-still peace and happiness left in life."
-
-The marchesa had a vague suspicion that she was mocking and thought
-her a dangerous woman.
-
-"And you, has our religion no charm for you?"
-
-"A great deal! I have a great feeling for beautiful churches and
-pictures. But that is an artistic conception. You will not understand
-it perhaps, for I don't think you are artistic, marchesa? And
-marriage also has charms for me, a marriage like Urania's. Couldn't
-you help me too some time, marchesa? Then I will spend a whole
-winter in your pension and--who knows?--perhaps I too shall become
-a Catholic. You might give Rudyard another chance, with me; and,
-if that didn't succeed, the two monsignori. Then I should certainly
-become converted.... And it would of course be lucrative."
-
-The marchesa looked at her haughtily, white with rage:
-
-"Lucrative?..."
-
-"If you get me an Italian title, but accompanied by money, of course
-it would be lucrative."
-
-"How do you mean?"
-
-"Well, ask the old prince, marchesa, or the two monsignori."
-
-"What do you know about it? What are you thinking of?"
-
-"I? Nothing!" Cornélie answered, coolly. "But I have second sight. I
-sometimes suddenly see a thing. So keep on friendly terms with me and
-don't pretend again to forget an old boarder.... Is this the Princess
-Urania's room? You go in first, marchesa; after you...."
-
-The marchesa entered all aquiver: she had thoughts of witchcraft. How
-did that woman know anything of her transactions with the old prince
-and the monsignori? How did she come to suspect that Urania's marriage
-and her conversion had enriched the marchesa to the tune of a few
-ten thousand lire?
-
-She had not only had a lesson: she was shuddering, she was
-frightened. Was that woman a witch? Was she the devil? Had she the
-mal'occhio? And the marchesa made the sign of the jettatura with her
-little finger and fore-finger in the folds of her dress and muttered:
-
-"Vade retro, Satanas...."
-
-In her own drawing-room, Urania poured out tea. The three pointed
-windows of the room overlooked the town and the ancient cathedral,
-which in the orange reflection of the last gleams of sunset shot up
-for yet a moment out of its grey dust of ages with the dim huddle
-of its saints, prophets and angels. The room, hung with handsome
-tapestries--an allegory of Abundance: nymphs outpouring the contents
-of their cornucopias--was half old, half modern, not always perfect in
-taste or pure in tone, with here and there a few hideously commonplace
-modern ornaments, here and there some modern comfort that clashed
-with the rest, but still cosy, inhabited and Urania's home. A
-young man rose from a chair and Urania introduced him to Cornélie
-as her brother. Young Hope was a strongly-built, fresh-looking boy
-of eighteen; he was still in his bicycling-suit: it didn't matter,
-said his sister, just to drink a cup of tea. Laughing, she stroked
-his close-clipped round head and, with the ladies' permission,
-gave him his tea first: then he would go and change. He looked so
-strange, so new and so healthy as he sat there with his fresh, pink
-complexion, his broad chest, his strong hands and muscular calves,
-with the youthfulness of a young Yankee farmer who, notwithstanding
-the millions of "old man Hope," worked on his farm, way out in the Far
-West, to make his own fortune; he looked so strange in this ancient
-San Stefano, within view of that severely symbolical cathedral,
-against this background of old tapestries. And suddenly Cornélie
-was impressed still more strangely by the new young princess. Her
-name--her American name of Urania--had a first-rate sound: "the
-Princess Urania" sounded unexpectedly well. But the little young wife,
-a trifle pale, a trifle sad, with her clipping American accent,
-suddenly struck Cornélie as somewhat out of place amid the faded
-glories of San Stefano. Cornélie was continually forgetting that
-Urania was Princess di Forte-Braccio: she always thought of her
-as Miss Hope. And yet Urania possessed great tact, great ease of
-manner, a great power of assimilation. Gilio had entered; and the
-few words which she addressed to her husband were, quite naturally,
-almost dignified ... and yet carried, to Cornélie's ears, a sound
-of resigned disillusionment which made her pity Urania. She had from
-the beginning felt a vague liking for Urania; now she felt a fonder
-affection. She was sorry for this child, the Princess Urania. Gilio
-behaved to her with careless coolness, the marchesa with patronizing
-condescension. And then there was that awful loneliness around her, of
-all that ruined magnificence. She stroked her young brother's head. She
-spoilt him, she asked him if his tea was all right and stuffed him
-with sandwiches, because he was hungry after his bicycle-ride. She
-had him with her now as a reminder of home, a reminder of Chicago;
-she almost clung to him. But for the rest she was surrounded by the
-depressing gloom of the immense castle, the neglected glory of its
-ancient stateliness, the conceit of that aristocratic pride, which
-could do without her but not without her millions. And for Cornélie
-she had lost all her absurdity as an American parvenue and, on the
-contrary, had acquired an air of tragedy, as of a young sacrificial
-victim. How alien they were as they sat there, the young princess
-and her brother, with his muscular calves!
-
-Urania displayed her portfolio of drawings and designs: the ideas
-of a young Roman architect for restoring the castle. And she became
-excited, with a flush in her cheeks, when Cornélie asked her if
-so much restoration would really be beautiful. Urania defended her
-architect. Gilio smoked cigarettes with an air of indifference; he was
-in a bad temper. The marchesa sat like an idol, with her leonine head
-and the crystals sparkling in her ears. She was afraid of Cornélie and
-promised herself to be on her guard. A major-domo came and announced
-to the princess that dinner was served. And Cornélie recognized old
-Giuseppe from the Pension Belloni, the old archducal major-domo, who
-had once dropped a spoon, according to Rudyard's story. She looked
-at Urania with a laugh and Urania blushed:
-
-"Poor man!" she said, when Giuseppe was gone. "Yes, I took him over
-from my aunt. He was so hard-worked at the Palazzo Belloni! Here
-he has very little to do and he has a young butler under him. The
-number of servants had to be increased in any case. He is enjoying
-a pleasant old age here, poor dear old Giuseppe.... There, Bob,
-now you haven't dressed!"
-
-"She's a dear child," thought Cornélie, while they all rose and
-Urania gently reproached her brother, as she would a spoiled boy,
-for coming down to dinner in his knickerbockers.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXXV
-
-
-They were in the great sombre dining-room, with the almost black
-tapestries, with the almost black panels of the ceiling, with the
-almost black oak carvings, with the black, monumental chimney-piece
-and, above it, the arms of the family in black marble. The light of
-two tall silver candle-sticks on the table merely cast a gleam over
-the damask and crystal, but left the remainder of the too large room
-in a gloomy obscurity of shadow, piled in the corners into masses of
-densest shadow, with a fainter shadow descending from the ceiling like
-a haze of dark velvet that floated in atoms above the candlelight. The
-ancestral antiquity of San Stefano hovered above them in this room
-like a palpable sense of awe, blended with a melancholy of black
-silence and black pride. Here their words sounded muffled. This
-still remained as it always had been, retaining as it were the
-sacrosanctity of their aristocratic traditions, in which Urania
-would never dare to alter anything, even as she hardly ventured to
-open her mouth to speak or eat. They waited for a moment. Then a
-double door was opened. And there entered like a spectral shade an
-old, grey man, with his arm in the arm of the priest walking beside
-him. Old Prince Ercole approached with very slow and stately steps,
-while the chaplain regulated his pace by that stately slowness. He
-wore a long black coat of an old-fashioned, roomy cut, which hung
-about him in folds, something like a cassock, and on his silvery grey
-hair, which waved over his neck, a black-velvet skull-cap. And the
-others approached him with the greatest respect: first the marchesa;
-then Urania, whom he kissed on the forehead, very slowly, as though
-he were consecrating her; then Gilio, who submissively kissed his
-father's hand. The old man nodded to young Hope, who bowed, and
-glanced towards Cornélie. Urania presented her. And the prince said
-a few amiable words to her, as though he were granting an audience,
-and asked her if she liked Italy. When Cornélie had replied, Prince
-Ercole sat down and handed his skull-cap to Giuseppe, who took it with
-a deep bow. Then they all sat down: the marchesa and the chaplain
-opposite Prince Ercole, who sat between Cornélie and Urania; Gilio
-next to Cornélie; Bob Hope next to his sister:
-
-"My legs don't show," he whispered.
-
-"Ssh!" said Urania.
-
-Giuseppe, revivified in his former dignity, standing at a sideboard,
-solemnly filled the plates with soup. He was back in his element; he
-was obviously grateful to Urania; he wore a distinguished air, as of
-one whose mind is at peace, and looked like an elderly diplomatist in
-his dress-coat. He amused Cornélie, who thought of Belloni's, where
-he used to become impatient when the visitors were late at meals and
-to rail at the young greenhorns of waiters whom the marchesa engaged
-for economy's sake. When the two footmen had handed round the soup,
-the chaplain stood up and said grace. Not a word had been spoken
-yet. They ate the soup in silence, while the three servants stood
-motionless. The spoons clinked against the plates and the marchesa
-smacked her lips. The candles flickered now and again; and the shadow
-fell more oppressively, like a haze of black velvet. Then Prince Ercole
-addressed the marchesa. And turn by turn he addressed them all, with a
-kindly, condescending dignity, in French and Italian. The conversation
-became a little more general, but the old prince continued to lead
-it. And Cornélie noticed that he was very civil to Urania. But she
-remembered Gilio's words:
-
-"Papa nearly had a stroke, because old Hope haggled over Urania's
-dowry. Ten millions? Five millions? Not three millions! Dollars? No,
-lire!"
-
-And the prince suddenly struck her as the grey-haired egoism of San
-Stefano's glory and aristocratic pride, struck her as the living
-shade of the past that loomed behind him, as she had felt it that
-afternoon, when she stood gazing with Urania into the deep, blue lake:
-an exacting shade; a shade demanding millions; a shade demanding a new
-increment of vitality; a spectral parasite who had sold his depreciated
-symbols to gratify the vanity of a new commercial house, but who, in
-his distinction, had been no match for the merchant's cunning. Their
-title of princess and duchess for less than three million lire! Papa
-had almost had a stroke, Gilio had said. And Cornélie, during the
-measured, affable stiffness of the conversation led by Prince Ercole,
-looked from the old prince and duke, seventy years of age, to the
-breezy young Far-Westerner, aged eighteen, and from him to Prince
-Gilio, the hope of the old house, its only hope. Here, in the gloom of
-this dining-room, where he was bored and moreover still out of temper,
-he seemed small, insignificant, shrunken, a paltry, distinguished
-little viveur; and his carbuncle eyes, which could sparkle merrily
-with wit and depravity, now looked dully, from under their drooping
-lids, upon his plate, at which he picked without appetite.
-
-She felt sorry for him; and her mind went back to the golden bridal
-chamber. She despised him a little. She looked upon him not so much
-as a man who could not obtain what he wanted but rather as a naughty
-boy. And he must feel jealous of Bob, she reflected: jealous of his
-young blood, which tingled in his cheeks, of his broad shoulders and
-his broad chest. But still he amused her. He could be very agreeable,
-gay and witty and vivacious, when in the mood, vivacious in his words
-and in his wits. She liked him, when all was said. And then he was
-good-hearted. She thought of the bracelet and especially the thousand
-lire, always remembered, with a certain emotion, how touched she had
-been during that walk up and down past the post-office, how touched
-by his letter and his generous assistance. He had no backbone, he was
-not a man to her; but he was witty and he had a very good heart. She
-liked him as a friend and a pleasant companion. How dejected and moody
-he was! But then why would he venture on those silly enterprises?...
-
-She spoke to him now and again, but could not succeed in rousing
-him from his depression. For the rest, the conversation dragged on
-stiffly and affably, always led by Prince Ercole. The dinner came to
-an end; and Prince Ercole rose from his chair. Giuseppe handed him his
-skull-cap; every one said good-night to him; the doors were opened
-and Prince Ercole withdrew, leaning on his chaplain's arm. Gilio,
-still angry, disappeared. The marchesa, still terrified of Cornélie,
-also disappeared, making the jettatura at her in the folds of her
-dress. And Urania took Cornélie and Bob back with her to her own
-drawing-room. They all three breathed again. They all talked freely, in
-English: the boy said in despair that he wasn't getting enough to eat,
-that he dared not eat enough to stay his hunger; and Cornélie laughed,
-thinking him jolly, because of his wholesomeness, while Urania hunted
-out some biscuits for him and a piece of cake left over from tea and
-promised that he should have some cold meat and bread before they
-went to bed. And they relaxed their minds after the pompous, stately
-meal. Urania said that the old prince never appeared except at dinner,
-but that she always looked him up in the morning and sat talking to
-him for an hour or playing chess with him. At other times he played
-chess with the chaplain. She was very busy, Urania. The reorganizing
-of the housekeeping, which used to be left to a poor relation, who
-now lived at a pension in Rome, took up a lot of her time. In the
-mornings, she discussed a host of details with Prince Ercole, who,
-notwithstanding his secluded life, knew about everything. Then she
-had consultations with her architect from Rome about the restorations
-to be effected in the castle: these consultations were sometimes held
-in the old prince's study. Then she was having a big hostel built in
-the town, an albergo dei poveri, a hostel for old men and women, for
-which old Hope had given her a separate endowment. When she first came
-to San Stefano she had been struck by the ruinous, tumbledown houses
-and cottages of the poorer quarters, leprous and scabby with filth,
-eaten up by their own poverty, in which a whole population vegetated
-like toadstools. She was now building the hostel for the old people,
-finding work on the estate for the young and healthy and looking after
-the neglected children; she had built a new school-house. She talked
-about all this very simply, while cutting cake for her brother Bob,
-who was tucking in after his formal dinner. She asked Cornélie to
-come with her one morning to see how the albergo was progressing,
-to see the new school, run by two priests who had been recommended
-to her by the monsignori.
-
-Through the pointed windows the town loomed faintly in the depths
-below; and the lines of the cathedral rose high into the sultry,
-star-spangled night. And Cornélie thought to herself:
-
-"It was not only for a shadow and an unsubstantial shade that she came
-here, the rich American who thought titles 'so nice,' the child who
-used to collect patterns of the queen's ball-dresses--she hides the
-album now that she is a 'black' princess--the girl who used to trip
-through the Forum in her white-serge tailor-made, without understanding
-either ancient Rome or the dawn of the new future."
-
-And, as Cornélie went to her own room through the silent heavy darkness
-of the Castle of San Stefano, she thought:
-
-"I write, but she acts. I dream and think; but she teaches the
-children, though it be with the aid of a priest; she feeds and houses
-old men and women."
-
-Then, in her room, looking out at the lake under the summer night
-all dusted with stars, she reflected that she too would like to be
-rich and to have a wide field of labour. For now she had no field,
-now she had no money and now ... now she longed only for Duco; and he
-must not leave her too long alone in this castle, amid all this sombre
-greatness, which oppressed her as with the weight of the centuries.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXXVI
-
-
-Next morning Urania's maid was showing Cornélie through a maze of
-galleries to the garden, where breakfast was to be served, when she
-met Gilio on the stairs. The maid turned back.
-
-"I still need a guide to find my way," Cornélie laughed.
-
-He grunted some reply.
-
-"How did you sleep, prince?"
-
-He gave another grunt.
-
-"Look here, prince, there must be an end of this ill-temper of
-yours. Do you hear? It's got to finish. I insist. I won't have any
-more sulking to-day; and I hope that you'll go back to your cheerful,
-witty style of conversation as soon as possible, for that's what I
-like in you."
-
-He mumbled something.
-
-"Good-bye, prince," said Cornélie, curtly.
-
-And she turned to go away.
-
-"Where are you going?" he asked.
-
-"To my room. I shall breakfast in my room."
-
-"But why?"
-
-"Because I don't care for you as a host."
-
-"Me?"
-
-"Yes, you. Yesterday you insult me. I defend myself, you go on being
-rude, I at once become as amiable as ever, I give you my hand, I
-even give you a kiss. At dinner you sulk with me in the most uncivil
-fashion. You go to bed without bidding me good-night. This morning you
-meet me without a word of greeting. You grunt, sulk and mumble like
-a naughty child. Your eyes are blazing with anger, you are yellow
-with spleen. Really, you're looking very bad. It doesn't suit you
-at all. You are most unpleasant, rough, rude and petty. I have no
-inclination to breakfast with you in that mood. And I'm going to
-my room."
-
-"No," he implored.
-
-"Yes, I am."
-
-"No, no!"
-
-"Then be different. Make an effort, don't think any more about your
-defeat and be nice to me. You're behaving as the offended party,
-whereas it is I who ought to take offence. But I don't know how
-to sulk and I am not petty. I can't behave pettily. I forgive you;
-do you forgive me too. Say something nice, say something pleasant."
-
-"I am mad about you."
-
-"You don't show it. If you're mad about me, be pleasant, civil,
-gay and witty. I demand it of you as my host."
-
-"I won't sulk any longer ... but I do love you so! And you struck me!"
-
-"Will you never forget that act of self-defence?"
-
-"No, never!"
-
-"Then good-bye."
-
-She turned to go.
-
-"No, no, don't go back. Come to breakfast in the pergola. I apologize,
-I beg your pardon. I won't be rude again, I won't be petty. You are
-not petty. You are the most wonderful woman I ever met. I worship you."
-
-"Then worship in silence and amuse me."
-
-His eyes, his black carbuncle eyes, began to light up again, to laugh;
-his face lost its wrinkles and cheered up.
-
-"I am too sad to be amusing."
-
-"I don't believe a word of it."
-
-"Honestly, I am full of sorrow and suffering...."
-
-"Poor prince!"
-
-"You just won't believe me. You never take me seriously. I have to
-be your clown, your buffoon. And I love you and have nothing to hope
-for. Tell me, mayn't I hope?"
-
-"Not much."
-
-"You are inexorable ... and so severe!"
-
-"I have to be severe with you: you are just like a naughty boy.... Oh,
-I see the pergola! Do you promise to improve?"
-
-"I shall be good."
-
-"And amusing?"
-
-He heaved a sigh:
-
-"Poor Gilio!" he sighed. "Poor buffoon!"
-
-She laughed. In the pergola were Urania and Bob Hope. The pergola,
-overgrown with creeping vine and rambler roses hanging in crimson
-clusters, displayed a row of marble caryatides and hermes--nymphs,
-satyrs and fauns--whose torsos ended in slender, sculptured pedestals,
-while their raised hands supported the flat roof of leaves and
-flowers. In the middle was an open rotunda like an open temple;
-the circular balustrade was also supported by caryatides; and an
-ancient sarcophagus had been adapted to serve as a cistern. A table
-was laid for breakfast in the pergola; and they breakfasted without
-old Prince Ercole or the marchesa, who broke her fast in her room. It
-was eight o'clock; a morning coolness was still wafted from the lake;
-a haze of blue gossamer floated over the hills, in the heart of which,
-as though surrounded by a gently fluted basin, the lake was sunk like
-an oval goblet.
-
-"Oh, how beautiful it is here!" cried Cornélie, delightedly.
-
-Breakfast was a sunny and cheerful meal, after yesterday's dark and
-gloomy dinner. Urania talked vivaciously about her albergo, which
-she was going to visit presently with Cornélie, Gilio recovered his
-amiability and Bob ate heartily. And, when Bob went off bicycling,
-Gilio even accompanied the ladies to the town. They drove at a
-foot-pace in a landau down the castle road. The sun grew hotter and
-the little old town lit up, with whitish-grey and creamy-white houses
-like stone mirrors, in which the sun reflected itself, and little open
-spaces like walls, into which the sun poured its light. The coachman
-pulled up outside the partly-finished albergo. They all alighted;
-the contractor approached ceremoniously; the perspiring masons looked
-round at the prince and princess. The heat was stifling. Gilio kept
-on wiping his forehead and sheltered under Cornélie's parasol. But
-Urania was all vivacity and interest; quick and full of energy
-in her white-piqué costume, with her white sailor-hat under her
-white sun-shade, she tripped along planks, past heaps of bricks and
-cement and tubs full of mortar, accompanied by her contractor. She
-made him explain things, proffered advice, disagreed with him at
-times and pulled a wise face, saying that she did not like certain
-measurements and refused to accept the contractor's assurance that
-she would like the measurements as the building progressed; she shook
-her head and impressed this and that upon him, all in a quick, none
-too correct, broken Italian, which she chewed between her teeth. But
-Cornélie thought her charming, attractive, every inch the Princess di
-Forte-Braccio. There was not a doubt about it. While Gilio, fearful
-of dirtying his light flannel suit and brown shoes with the mortar,
-remained in the shadow of her parasol, puffing and blowing with the
-heat and taking no interest whatever, his wife was untiring, did not
-trouble to think that her white skirt was becoming soiled at the hem
-and spoke to the contractor with a lively and dignified certainty
-which compelled respect. Where had the child learnt that? Where
-had she acquired her powers of assimilation? Where did she get this
-love for San Stefano, this love for its poor? How had the American
-girl picked up this talent for filling her new and exalted position
-so worthily? Gilio thought her admirabile and whispered as much to
-Cornélie. He was not blind to her good qualities. He thought Urania
-splendid, excellent; she always astounded him. No Italian woman of his
-own set would have been like that. And they liked her. The servants
-at the castle loved her. Giuseppe would have gone through fire and
-water for her; that contractor admired her; the masons followed her
-respectfully with their eyes, because she was so clever and knew so
-much and was so good to them in their poverty.
-
-"Admirabile!" said Gilio.
-
-But he puffed and blowed. He knew nothing about bricks, beams
-and measurements and did not understand where Urania had got that
-technical sense from. She was indefatigable. She went all over the
-works, while he cast up his eyes to Cornélie in entreaty. And at
-last, speaking in English, he begged his wife in Heaven's name to come
-away. They went back to the carriage; the contractor took off his hat,
-the workmen raised their caps with an air of mingled gratitude and
-independence. And they drove to the cathedral, which Cornélie wanted
-to see. Urania showed her round. Gilio asked to be excused and went
-and sat on the steps of the altar, with his hands hanging over his
-knees, to cool himself.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXXVII
-
-
-A week had passed. Duco had arrived. After the solemn dinner in
-the gloomy dining-room, where Duco had been presented to Prince
-Ercole, the summer evening, when Cornélie and Duco went outside,
-was like a dream. The castle was already wrapped in heavy repose;
-but Cornélie had made Giuseppe give her a key. And they went out,
-to the pergola. The stars dusted the night sky with a pale radiance;
-and the moon crowned the hill-tops and shimmered faintly in the mystic
-depths of the lake. A breath of sleeping roses was wafted from the
-flower-garden beyond the pergola; and below, in the flat-roofed town,
-the cathedral, standing in its moonlit square, lifted its gigantic
-fabric to the stars. And sleep hung everywhere, over the lake, over
-the town and behind the windows of the castle; the caryatides and
-hermes--the satyrs and nymphs--slept, as they bore the leafy roof
-of the pergola, in the enchanted attitudes of the servants of the
-Sleeping Beauty. A cricket chirped, but fell silent the moment that
-Duco and Cornélie approached. And they sat down on an antique bench;
-and she flung her arms about his body and nestled against him:
-
-"A week!" she whispered. "A whole week since I saw you, Duco,
-my darling. I cannot do so long without you. At everything that I
-thought and saw and admired I thought of you, of how lovely you would
-think it here. You have been here once before on an excursion. Oh,
-but that is so different! It is so beautiful just to stay here,
-not just to go on, but to remain. That lake, that cathedral, those
-hills! The rooms indoors: neglected but so wonderful! The three
-courtyards are dilapidated, the fountains are crumbling to pieces
-... but the style of the atrio, the sombre gloom of the dining-room,
-the poetry of this pergola!... Duco, doesn't the pergola remind you
-of a classic ode? You know how we used to read Horace together: you
-translated the verses so well, you improvised so delightfully. How
-clever you are! You know so much, you feel things so beautifully. I
-love your eyes, your voice, I love you altogether, I love everything
-that is you ... I can't tell you how much, Duco. I have gradually
-surrendered myself to every word of you, to every sensation of you, to
-your love for Rome, to your love for museums, to your manner of seeing
-the skies which you put into your drawings. You are so deliriously
-calm, almost like this lake. Oh, don't laugh, don't make a jest of it:
-it's a week since I saw you, I feel such a need to talk to you! Is it
-exaggerated? I don't feel quite normal here either: there is something
-in that sky, in that light, that makes me talk like this. It is so
-beautiful that I can hardly believe that all this is ordinary life,
-ordinary reality.... Do you remember, at Sorrento, on the terrace of
-the hotel, when we looked out over the sea, over that pearl-grey sea,
-with Naples lying white in the distance? I felt like this then; but
-then I dared not speak like this: it was in the morning; there were
-people about, whom we didn't see but who saw us and whom I suspected
-all around me; but now we are alone and now I want to tell you, in
-your arms, against your breast, how happy I am! I love you so! All my
-soul, all that is finest in me is for you. You laugh, but you don't
-believe me. Or do you? Do you believe me?"
-
-"Yes, I believe you, I am not laughing at you, I am only just
-laughing.... Yes, it is beautiful here.... I also feel happy. I am
-so happy in you and in my art. You taught me to work, you roused me
-from my dreams. I am so happy about The Banners: I have heard from
-London; I will show you the letters to-morrow. I have you to thank for
-everything. It is almost incredible that this is ordinary life. I have
-been so quiet too in Rome. I saw nobody; I just worked a bit, not very
-much; and I had my meals alone in the osteria. The two Italians--you
-know the men I mean--felt sorry for me, I think. Oh, it was a terrible
-week! I can no longer do without you.... Do you remember our first
-walks and talks in the Borghese and on the Palatine? How strange we
-were to each other then, not a bit in unison. But I believe I felt
-at once that all would be well and beautiful between us...."
-
-She was silent and lay against his breast. The cricket chirped again,
-with a long quaver. But everything else slept....
-
-"Between us," she repeated, as though in a fever; and she embraced
-him passionately.
-
-The whole night slept; and, while they breathed their life in each
-other's arms, the enchanted caryatides--fauns and nymphs--lifted the
-leafy roof of the pergola above their heads, between them and the
-star-spangled sky.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXXVIII
-
-
-Gilio hated the villeggiatura at San Stefano. Every morning he had
-to be up and dressed by six o'clock, with Prince Ercole, Urania
-and the marchesa, to hear mass said by the chaplain in the private
-chapel of the castle. After that, he did not know what to do with
-his time. He had gone bicycling once or twice with Bob Hope, but the
-young Far-Westerner had too much energy for him, like Bob's sister,
-Urania. He flirted and argued a little with Cornélie, but secretly he
-was still offended and angry with himself and her. He remembered her
-first arrival that evening at the Palazzo Ruspoli, when she came and
-disturbed his rendez-vous with Urania. And in the camera degli sposi
-she had for the second time been too much for him! He seethed with fury
-when he thought of it and he hated her and swore by all his gods to be
-revenged. He cursed his own lack of resolution. He had been too weak
-to use violence or force and there ought never to have been any need
-to resort to force: he was accustomed to a quick surrender. And he
-had to be told by her, that Dutchwoman, that his temperament did not
-respond to hers! What was there about that woman? What did she mean
-by it? He was so unaccustomed to thinking, he was such a thoughtless,
-easy-going, Italian child of nature, so accustomed to let his life run
-on according to his every whim and impulse, that he hardly understood
-her--though he suspected the meaning of her words--hardly understood
-that reserve of hers. Why should she behave so to him, this foreigner
-with her demoniacal new ideas, who cared nothing about the world,
-who would have nothing to do with marriage, who lived with a painter
-as his mistress! She had no religion and no morals--he knew about
-religion and morals--she belonged to the devil; demoniacal was what she
-was: didn't she know all about Aunt Lucia Belloni's manoeuvres? And
-hadn't Aunt Lucia warned him lately that she was a dangerous woman,
-an uncanny woman, a woman of the devil? She was a witch! Why should
-she refuse? Hadn't he plainly seen her figure last night going through
-the courtyard in the moonlight, beside Van der Staal's figure, and
-hadn't he seen them opening the door that led to the terrace by the
-pergola? And hadn't he waited an hour, two hours, without sleeping,
-until he saw them come back and lock the door after them? And why
-did she love only him, that painter? Oh, he hated him, with all the
-blazing hatred of his jealousy; he hated her, for her exclusiveness,
-for her disdain, for all her jesting and flirting, as though he were
-a buffoon, a clown! What was it that he asked? A favour of love, such
-as she granted her lover! He was not asking for anything serious,
-any oath or lifelong tie; he asked for so little: just one hour of
-love. It was of no importance: he had never looked upon that as of much
-importance. And she, she refused it to him! No, he did not understand
-her, but what he did understand was that she disdained him; and he,
-he hated the pair of them. And yet he was enamoured of her with all the
-violence of his thwarted passion. In the boredom of that villeggiatura,
-to which his wife forced him in her new love for their ruined eyrie,
-his hatred and the thought of his revenge formed an occupation for
-his empty brains. Outwardly he was the same as usual and flirted with
-Cornélie, flirted even more than usual, to annoy Van der Staal. And,
-when his cousin, the Countess di Rosavilla--his "white" cousin, the
-lady-in-waiting to the queen--came to spend a few days with them,
-he flirted with her too and tried to provoke Cornélie's jealousy. He
-failed in this, however, and consoled himself with the countess,
-who made up to him for his disappointment. She was no longer a young
-woman, but represented the cold, sculptured Juno type, with a rather
-foolish expression; she had Juno eyes, protruding from their sockets;
-she was a leader of fashion at the Quirinal and in the "white"
-world; and her reputation for gallantry was generally known. She
-had never had a liaison with Gilio that lasted for longer than an
-hour. She had very simple ideas on love, without much variety. Her
-light-hearted depravity amused Gilio. And, flirting in the corners,
-with his foot on hers under her skirt, Gilio told her about Cornélie,
-about Duco and about the adventure in the camera degli sposi and asked
-his cousin whether she understood. No, the Countess di Rosavilla did
-not understand it any too well either. Temperament? Oh, yes, perhaps
-she--questa Cornelia--preferred fair men to dark: there were women
-who had a preference! And Gilio laughed. It was so simple, l'amore;
-there wasn't very much to be said about it.
-
-Cornélie was glad that Gilio had the countess to amuse him. She and
-Duco interested themselves in Urania's plans; Duco had long talks with
-the architect. And he was indignant and advised them not to rebuild
-so much in that undistinguished restoration manner: it was lacking
-in style, cost heaps of money and spoilt everything.
-
-Urania was disconcerted, but Duco went on, interrupted the architect,
-advised him to build up only what was actually falling to pieces, and,
-so far as possible, to confine himself to underpinning, reinforcing
-and preserving. And one morning Prince Ercole deigned to walk through
-the long rooms with Duco, Urania and Cornélie. There was a great deal
-to be done, Duco considered, by merely repairing and artistically
-arranging what at present stood thoughtlessly huddled together.
-
-"The curtains?" asked Urania.
-
-"Let them be," Duco considered. "At the most, new window-curtains;
-but the old red Venetian damask; oh, let it be, let it be!"
-
-It was so beautiful; here and there it might be patched, very
-carefully. He was horrified at Urania's notion: new curtains! And
-the old prince was enraptured, because in this way the restoration of
-San Stefano would cost thousands less and be much more artistic. He
-regarded his daughter-in-law's money as his own and preferred it to
-her. He was enraptured: he took Duco with him to his library, showed
-him the old missals, the old family books and papers, charters and
-deeds of gift, showed him his coins and medals. It was all out of
-order and neglected, first from lack of money and then from slighting
-indifference; but now Urania wanted to reorganize the family museum
-with the aid of experts from Rome, Florence and Bologna. The old
-prince's interest revived, now that there was money. And the experts
-came and stayed at the castle and Duco spent whole mornings in their
-company. He enjoyed every moment of it. He lived in his enchantment
-of the past, no longer in the days of antiquity, but in the middle
-ages and the Renascence. The days were too short. And his love for
-San Stefano became such that one day an archivist took him for the
-young prince, for Prince Virgilio. At dinner that evening Prince
-Ercole told the story. And everybody laughed, but Gilio thought the
-joke beyond price, whereas the archivist, who was there at dinner,
-did not know how to apologize sufficiently.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XXXIX
-
-
-Gilio had followed the advice of his cousin, the Countess di
-Rosavilla. Immediately after dinner, he had stolen outside; and he
-walked along the pergola to the rotunda, into which the moonlight
-fell as into a white beaker. But there was shadow behind a couple
-of caryatides; and here he hid. He waited for an hour. But the night
-slept, the caryatides slept, standing motionless and supporting the
-leafy roof. He uttered a curse and stole indoors again. He walked
-down the corridors on tiptoe and listened at Van der Staal's door. He
-heard nothing, but perhaps Van der Staal was asleep?...
-
-Gilio, however, crept along another corridor and listened at Cornélie's
-door. He held his breath.... Yes, there was a sound of voices. They
-were together! Together! He clenched his fists and walked away. But
-why did he excite himself? He knew all about their relations. Why
-should they not be together here? And he went on and tapped at the
-countess' door....
-
-Next evening he again waited in the rotunda. They did not come. But,
-a few evenings later, as he sat waiting, choking with annoyance,
-he saw them come. He saw Duco lock the terrace-door behind him: the
-rusty lock grated in the distance. Slowly he saw them walk along
-and approach in the light, disappearing from view in the shadow,
-reappearing in the moonlight. They sat down on the marble bench....
-
-How happy they seemed! He was jealous of their happiness, jealous above
-all of him. And how gentle and tender she was, she who considered him,
-Gilio, only good enough for her amusement, to flirt with, a clown:
-she, the devilish woman, was angelic to the man she loved! She bent
-towards her lover with a smiling caress, with a curve of her arm,
-with a proffering of her lips, with something intensely alluring,
-with a velvety languor of love which he would never have suspected
-in her, after her cold, jesting flirtation with him, Gilio. She was
-now leaning on Duco's arms, on his breast, with her face against
-his.... Oh, how her kiss filled Gilio with flame and fury! This was
-no longer her icy lack of sensuous response towards him, Gilio, in the
-camera degli sposi. And he could restrain himself no longer: he would
-at least disturb their moment of happiness. And, quivering in every
-nerve, he stepped from behind the caryatides and went towards them,
-through the rotunda. Lost in each other's eyes, they did not see him
-at once. But, suddenly, simultaneously, they both started; their arms
-fell apart then and there; they sprang up in one movement; they saw
-him approaching but evidently did not at once recognize him. Not until
-he was closer did they perceive who he was; and they looked at him in
-startled silence, wondering what he would say. He made a satirical bow:
-
-"A delightful evening, isn't it? The view is lovely, like this, at
-night, from the pergola. You are right to come and enjoy it. I hope
-that I am not disturbing you with my unexpected company?"
-
-His tremulous voice sounded so spiteful and aggressive that they
-could not doubt the violence of his anger.
-
-"Not at all, prince!" replied Cornélie, recovering her
-composure. "Though I can't imagine what you are doing here, at
-this hour."
-
-"And what are you doing here, at this hour?"
-
-"What am I doing? I am sitting with Van der Staal...."
-
-"At this hour?"
-
-"At this hour! What do you mean, prince, what are you suggesting?"
-
-"What am I suggesting? That the pergola is closed at night."
-
-"Prince," said Duco, "your tone is offensive."
-
-"And you are altogether offensive."
-
-"If you were not my host, I would strike you in the face...."
-
-Cornélie caught Duco by the arm; the prince cursed and clenched
-his fists.
-
-"Prince," she said, "you have obviously come to pick a quarrel with
-us. Why? What objection can you have to my meeting Van der Staal here
-in the evening? In the first place, our relation towards each other
-is no secret for you. And then I think it unworthy of you to come
-spying on us."
-
-"Unworthy? Unworthy?" He had lost all self-control. "I am unworthy,
-am I, and petty and rude and not a man and my temperament doesn't suit
-you? His temperament seems to suit you all right! I heard the kiss
-you gave him! She-devil! Demon! Never have I been insulted as I have
-by you. I have never put up with so much from anybody. I will put up
-with no more. You struck me, you demon, you she-devil! And now he's
-threatening to strike me! My patience is at an end. I can't bear that
-in my own house you should refuse me what you give to him.... He's not
-your husband! He's not your husband! I have as much right to you as
-he; and, if he thinks he has a better right than I, then I hate him,
-I hate him!..."
-
-And, blind with rage, he flew at Duco's throat. The attack was so
-unexpected that Duco stumbled. They both wrestled furiously. All their
-hidden antipathy broke forth in fury. They did not hear Cornélie's
-entreaties, they struck each other with their fists, they grappled with
-arms and legs, breast to breast. Then Cornélie saw something flash. In
-the moonlight she saw that the prince had drawn a knife. But the very
-movement was an advantage to Duco, who gripped his wrist as in a vice,
-forced him to the ground and, pressing his knee on Gilio's chest,
-took him by the throat with his other hand.
-
-"Let go!" yelled the prince.
-
-"Let go that knife!" yelled Duco.
-
-The prince obstinately persisted:
-
-"Let go!" he yelled once more.
-
-"Let go that knife."
-
-The knife dropped from his fingers. Duco grasped it and rose to
-his feet:
-
-"Get up," he said, "we can continue this fight, if you like, to-morrow,
-under less primitive conditions: not with a knife, but with swords
-or pistols."
-
-The prince stood panting, blue in the face.... When he came to himself,
-he said, slowly:
-
-"No, I will not fight a duel. Unless you want to. But I don't. I am
-defeated. She has a demoniacal force which would always make you win,
-whatever game we played. We've had our duel. This struggle tells
-me more than a regular duel would. Only, if you want to fight me,
-I have no objection. But I now know for certain that you would kill
-me. She protects you."
-
-"I don't want to fight a duel with you," said Duco.
-
-"Then let us look on this struggle as a duel and now give me your
-hand."
-
-Duco put out his hand; Gilio pressed it:
-
-"Forgive me," he said, bowing before Cornélie. "I have insulted you."
-
-"No," said she, "I do not forgive you."
-
-"We have to forgive each other. I forgive you the blow you struck me."
-
-"I forgive you nothing. I shall never forgive you this evening's work:
-not your spying, nor your lack of self-control, nor the rights which
-you try to claim from me, an unmarried woman--whereas I allow you no
-rights whatever--nor your attack, nor your knife."
-
-"Are we enemies then, for good?"
-
-"Yes, for good. I shall leave your house to-morrow."
-
-"I have done wrong," he confessed, humbly. "Forgive me. I am
-hot-blooded."
-
-"Until now I looked upon you as a gentleman...."
-
-"I am also an Italian."
-
-"I do not forgive you."
-
-"I once proved to you that I could be a good friend."
-
-"This is not the moment to remind me of it."
-
-"I remind you of everything that might make you more gently disposed
-towards me."
-
-"It is no use."
-
-"Enemies then?"
-
-"Yes. Let us go indoors. I shall leave your house to-morrow."
-
-"I will do any penance that you inflict upon me."
-
-"I inflict nothing. I want this conversation to end and I want to
-go indoors."
-
-"I will go ahead of you."
-
-They walked up the pergola. He himself opened the terrace-door and
-let them in before him.
-
-They went in silence to their rooms. The castle lay asleep in
-darkness. The prince struck a match to light the way. Duco was the
-first to reach his room.
-
-"I will light you to your room," said the prince, meekly.
-
-He struck a second match and accompanied Cornélie to her door. Here
-he fell on his knees:
-
-"Forgive me," he whispered, with a sob in his throat.
-
-"No," she said.
-
-And without more she locked the door behind her. He remained on his
-knees for another moment. Then he slowly rose to his feet. His throat
-hurt him. His shoulder felt as though it were dislocated.
-
-"It's over," he muttered. "I am defeated. She is stronger now than I,
-but not because she is a devil. I have seen them together. I have seen
-their embrace. She is stronger, he is stronger than I ... because of
-their happiness. I feel that, because of their happiness, they will
-always be stronger than I...."
-
-He went to his room, which adjoined Urania's bedroom. His chest
-heaved with sobs. Dressed as he was, he flung himself sobbing on
-his bed, swallowing his sobs in the slumbering night that hung over
-the castle. Then he got up and looked out of the window. He saw the
-lake. He saw the pergola, where they had been fighting. The night
-was sleeping there; the caryatides, sleeping, stood out white against
-the shadow. And his eyes sought the exact spot of their struggle and
-of his defeat. And, with his superstitious faith in their happiness,
-he became convinced that there would be no fighting against it, ever.
-
-Then he shrugged his shoulders, as if he were flinging a load off
-his back:
-
-"Fa niente!" he said to console himself. "Domani megliore...."
-
-And he meant that to-morrow he would achieve, if not this victory,
-another. Then, with eyes still moist, he fell asleep like a child.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XL
-
-
-Urania sobbed nervously in Cornélie's arms when she told the young
-princess that she was leaving that morning. She and Duco were alone
-with Urania in Urania's own drawing-room.
-
-"What has happened?" she sobbed.
-
-Cornélie told her of the previous evening:
-
-"Urania," she said, seriously, "I know I am a coquette. I thought it
-pleasant to talk with Gilio; call it flirting, if you like. I never
-made a secret of it, either to Duco or to you. I looked upon it as an
-amusement, nothing more. Perhaps I did wrong; I know it annoyed you
-once before. I promised not to do it again; but it seems to be beyond
-my control. It's in my nature; and I shall not attempt to defend
-myself. I looked upon it as a trifle, as a diversion, as fun. But
-perhaps it was wrong. Do you forgive me? I have grown so fond of you:
-it would hurt me if you did not forgive me."
-
-"Make it up with Gilio and stay on."
-
-"That's impossible, my dear girl. Gilio has insulted me, Gilio drew
-his knife against Duco; and those are two things which I can never
-forgive him. So it is impossible for us to remain."
-
-"I shall be so lonely!" she sobbed. "I also am so fond of you, I am
-fond of you both. Is there no way out of it? Bob is going to-morrow
-too. I shall be all alone. And I have nothing here, nobody who is
-fond of me...."
-
-"You have a great deal left, Urania. You have an object in life; you
-can do any amount of good in your surroundings. You are interested
-in the castle, which is now your own."
-
-"It's all so empty!" she sobbed. "It means nothing to me. I need
-affection. Who is there that is fond of me? I have tried to love Gilio
-and I do love him, but he doesn't care for me. Nobody cares for me."
-
-"Your poor are devoted to you. You have a noble aim in life."
-
-"I'm glad of it, but I am too young to live only for an aim. And I
-have nothing else. Nobody cares for me."
-
-"Prince Ercole, surely?"
-
-"No, he despises me. Listen. I told you once before what Gilio
-said ... that there were no family-jewels, that they were all sold:
-you remember, don't you? Well, there are family-jewels. I gathered
-that from something the Countess di Rosavilla said. There are
-family-jewels. But Prince Ercole keeps them in the Banco di Roma. They
-despise me; and I am not thought good enough to wear them. And to me
-they pretend that there are none left. And the worst of it is that
-all their friends, all their set know that the jewels are there, in
-the bank, and they all say that Prince Ercole is right. My money is
-good enough for them, but I am not good enough for their old jewels,
-the jewels of their grandmother!"
-
-"That's a shame!" said Cornélie.
-
-"It's the truth!" sobbed Urania. "Oh, do make it up, stay a little
-longer, for my sake!..."
-
-"Judge for yourself, Urania: we really can't."
-
-"I suppose you're right," she admitted, with a sigh.
-
-"It's all my fault."
-
-"No, no, Gilio is sometimes so impetuous...."
-
-"But his impetuousness, his anger, his jealousy are my fault. I am
-sorry about it, Urania, because of you. Forgive me. Come and look
-me up in Rome when you go back. Don't forget me; and write, won't
-you?... Now I must go and pack my trunk. What time is the train?"
-
-"Ten twenty-five," said Duco. "We shall go together."
-
-"Can I say good-bye to Prince Ercole? Send and ask if he can see me."
-
-"What shall I tell him?"
-
-"The first thing that comes into your head: that a friend of mine in
-Rome is ill, that I am going to look after her and that Van der Staal
-is taking me back because I am nervous travelling. I don't care what
-Prince Ercole thinks."
-
-"Cornélie...."
-
-"Darling, I really haven't another moment. Kiss me and forgive me. And
-think of me sometimes. Good-bye. We have had a delightful time together
-and I have grown very fond of you."
-
-She tore herself from Urania's embrace; Duco also said good-bye. They
-left the princess sobbing by herself. In the passage they met Gilio.
-
-"Where are you going?" he asked, in his humble voice.
-
-"We are going by the ten twenty-five."
-
-"I am very, very sorry...."
-
-But they went on and left him standing there, while Urania sat sobbing
-in the drawing-room.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XLI
-
-
-In the train, in the scorching morning heat, they were silent; and
-they found Rome as it were bursting out of its houses in the blazing
-sunshine. The studio, however, was cool, solitary and peaceful.
-
-"Cornélie," said Duco, "tell me what happened between you and the
-prince. Why did you strike him?"
-
-She pulled him down on the sofa, threw herself on his neck and told him
-the incident of the camera degli sposi. She told him of the thousand
-lire and the bracelet. She explained that she had said nothing about
-it before, so as not to speak to him of financial worries while he
-was finishing his water-colour for the exhibition in London:
-
-"Duco," she continued, "I was so frightened when I saw Gilio draw
-that knife yesterday. I felt as if I was going to faint, but I
-didn't. I had never seen him like that, so violent, so ready to do
-anything.... It was then that I really felt how much I loved you. I
-should have murdered him if he had wounded you."
-
-"You ought not to have played with him," he said, severely. "He
-loves you."
-
-But, in spite of his stern voice, he drew her closer to him.
-
-Filled with a certain consciousness of guilt, she laid her head
-coaxingly on his chest:
-
-"He is only a little in love," she said, defending herself feebly.
-
-"He is very passionately in love. You ought not to have played
-with him."
-
-She made no further reply, merely stroked his face with her hand. She
-liked him all the better for reproaching her as he did; she loved that
-stern, earnest voice, which he hardly ever adopted towards her. She
-knew that she had that need for flirting in her, that she had had
-it ever since she was a very young girl; it did not count with her,
-it was only innocent fun. She did not agree with Duco, but thought
-it unnecessary to go over the whole ground: it was as it was, she
-didn't think about it, didn't dispute it; it was like a difference of
-opinion, almost of taste, which did not count. She was lying against
-him too comfortably, after the excitement of last evening, after a
-sleepless night, after a precipitate departure, after a three hours'
-railway-journey in the blazing heat, to argue to any extent. She liked
-the silent coolness of the studio, the sense of being alone with him,
-after her three weeks at San Stefano. There was a peacefulness here,
-a return to herself, which filled her with bliss. The tall window
-was open and the warm air poured in beneficently and was tempered by
-the natural chilliness of the north room. Duco's easel stood empty,
-awaiting him. This was their home, amid all that colour and form
-of art which surrounded them. She now understood that colour and
-form; she was learning Rome. She was learning it all in dreams of
-happiness. She gave little thought to the woman question and hardly
-glanced at the notices of her pamphlet, taking but a scanty interest
-in them. She admired Lippo's angel, admired the panel of Gentile da
-Fabriano and the resplendent colours of the old chasubles. It was
-very little, after the treasures at San Stefano, but it was theirs
-and it was home. She did not speak, felt happy and contented resting
-on Duco's breast and passing her fingers over his face.
-
-"The Banners is as good as sold," he said. "For ninety pounds. I
-shall telegraph to London to-day. And then we shall soon be able to
-pay the prince back that thousand lire."
-
-"It's Urania's money," she said, feebly.
-
-"But I won't have that debt hanging on."
-
-She felt that he was a little angry, but she was in no mood to discuss
-money matters and she was filled with a blissful languor as she lay
-on his breast....
-
-"Are you cross, Duco?"
-
-"No ... but you oughtn't to have done it."
-
-He clasped her more tightly, to make her feel that he did not want to
-grumble at her, even though he thought that she had done wrong. She
-thought that she had done right not to mention the thousand lire to
-him, but she did not defend herself. It meant useless words; and she
-felt too happy to talk about money.
-
-"Cornélie," he said, "let us get married."
-
-She looked at him in dismay, startled out of her blissfulness:
-
-"Why?"
-
-"Not because of ourselves. We are just as happy unmarried. But because
-of the world, because of people."
-
-"Because of the world? Because of people?"
-
-"Yes. We shall be feeling more and more isolated. I discussed it
-once or twice with Urania. She was very sorry about it, but she
-sympathized with us and wasn't shocked. She thought it an impossible
-position. Perhaps she is right. We can't go anywhere. At San Stefano
-they still acted as though they did not know that we were living
-together; but that is over now."
-
-"What do you care about the opinion of 'small, insignificant people,
-who chance to cross your path,' as you yourself say?"
-
-"It's different now. We owe the prince money; and Urania is the only
-friend you have."
-
-"I have you: I don't want any one else."
-
-He kissed her:
-
-"Really, Cornélie, it is better that we should get married. Then
-nobody can insult you again as the prince dared to do."
-
-"He has narrow-minded notions: how can you want to get married for
-the sake of a world and people like San Stefano and the prince?"
-
-"The whole world is like that, without exception, and we are in the
-world. We live in the midst of other people. It is impossible to
-isolate one's self entirely; and isolation brings its own punishment
-later. We have to attach ourselves to other people: it is impossible
-always to lead your own existence, without any sense of community."
-
-"Duco, how you've changed! These are the ideas of ordinary society!"
-
-"I have been reflecting more lately."
-
-"I am just learning how not to reflect.... My darling, how grave
-you are this morning! And this while I'm lying up against you so
-deliciously, to rest after all that excitement and the hot journey."
-
-"Seriously, Cornélie, let us get married."
-
-She snuggled against him a little nervously, displeased because he
-persisted and because he was forcibly dissipating her blissful mood:
-
-"You're a horrid boy. Why need we get married? It would alter nothing
-in our position. We still shouldn't trouble about other people. We are
-living so delightfully here, living for your art. We want nothing more
-than each other and your art and Rome. I am so very fond of Rome now;
-I am quite altered. There is something here that is always attracting
-me afresh. At San Stefano I felt homesick for Rome and for our
-studio. You must choose a new subject ... and get to work again. When
-you're doing nothing, you sit thinking--about social ethics--and that
-doesn't suit you at all. It makes you so different. And then such
-petty, conventional ideas. To get married! Why, in Heaven's name,
-should we, Duco? You know my views on marriage. I have had experience:
-it is better not."
-
-She had risen and was mechanically looking through some half-finished
-sketches in a portfolio.
-
-"Your experience," he repeated. "We know each other too well to be
-afraid of anything."
-
-She took the sketches from the portfolio: they were ideas which had
-occurred to him and which he had jotted down while he was working at
-The Banners. She examined them and scattered them abroad:
-
-"Afraid?" she repeated, vaguely. "No," she suddenly resumed, more
-firmly. "A person never knows himself or another. I don't know you,
-I don't know myself."
-
-Something deep down within herself was warning her:
-
-"Don't marry, don't give in. It's better not, it's better not."
-
-It was barely a whisper, a shadow of premonition. She had not thought
-it out; it was unconscious and mysterious as the depths of her
-soul. For she was not aware of it, she did not think it, she hardly
-heard it within herself. It flitted through her; it was not a feeling;
-it only left a thwarting reluctance in her, very plainly. Not until
-years later would she understand that unwillingness.
-
-"No, Duco, it is better not."
-
-"Think it over, Cornélie."
-
-"It is better not," she repeated, obstinately. "Please, don't let us
-talk about it any more. It is better not, but I think it so horrid
-to refuse you, because you want it. I never refuse you anything,
-as you know. I would do anything else for you. But this time I feel
-... it is better not!"
-
-She went to him, all one caress, and kissed him:
-
-"Don't ask it of me again. What a cloud on your face! I can see that
-you mean to go on thinking of it."
-
-She stroked his forehead as though to smooth away the wrinkles:
-
-"Don't think of it any more. I love you, I love you! I want nothing
-but you. I am happy as we are. Why shouldn't you be too? Because
-Gilio was rude and Urania prim?... Come and look at your sketches:
-will you be starting work soon? I love it when you're working. Then
-I'll write something again: a chat about an old Italian castle. My
-recollections of San Stefano. Perhaps a short story, with the pergola
-for a background. Oh, that beautiful pergola!... But yesterday,
-that knife!... Tell me, Duco, are you going to work again? Let's look
-through them together. What a lot of ideas you had at that time! But
-don't become too symbolical: I mean, don't get into habits, into
-tricks; don't repeat yourself.... This woman here is very good. She
-is walking so unconsciously down that shelving line ... and all
-those hands pushing around her ... and those red flowers in the
-abyss.... Tell me, Duco, what had you in your mind?"
-
-"I don't know: it was not very clear to myself."
-
-"I think it very good, but I don't like this sketch. I can't say
-why. There's something dreary in it. I think the woman stupid. I
-don't like those shelving lines: I like lines that go up, as in
-The Banners. That all flowed out of darkness upwards, towards the
-sun! How beautiful that was! What a pity that we no longer have it,
-that it is being sold! If I were a painter, I should never be able
-to part with anything. I shall keep the sketches, to remind me of
-it. Don't you think it dreadful, that we no longer have it?"
-
-He agreed; he also loved and missed his Banners. And he hunted
-with her among the other studies and sketches. But, apart from the
-unconscious woman, there was nothing that was clear enough to him to
-elaborate. And Cornélie would not have him finish the unconscious
-woman: no, she didn't like those shelving lines.... But after that
-he found some sketches of landscape-studies, of clouds and skies over
-the Campagna, Venice and Naples....
-
-And he set to work.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XLII
-
-
-They were very economical; they had a little money; and all through the
-scorching Roman summer the months passed as in a dream. They went on
-living their lonely, happy life, without seeing any one except Urania,
-who came to Rome now and again, looked them up, lunched with them
-at the studio and went back again in the evening. Then Urania wrote
-to them that Gilio could stand it no longer at San Stefano and that
-they were going abroad, first to Switzerland and then to Ostend. She
-came once more to say good-bye; and after that they saw nobody.
-
-In the old days Duco had known an artist here and there, a
-fellow-countryman painting in Rome; now he knew nobody, saw nobody. And
-their life in the cool studio was like life in a lonely oasis amid
-the torrid desert of Rome in August. For economy's sake, they did
-not go into the mountains, to a cooler spot. They spent no more than
-was absolutely necessary; and none the less this bohemian poverty,
-in its coloured setting of triptych and chasuble, spelt happiness.
-
-Money, however, remained scarce. Duco sold a water-colour once in
-a way, but at times they had to resort to the sale of a curio. And
-it always went to Duco's heart to part with anything that he had
-collected. They had few needs, but the time would come when the rent of
-the studio fell due. Cornélie sometimes wrote an article or a sketch
-and bought out of the proceeds what she needed for her wardrobe. She
-possessed a certain knack of putting on her clothes, a talent for
-looking smart in an old, worn blouse. She was fastidious about her
-hair, her skin, her teeth, her nails. With a new veil she would
-wear an old hat, with an old walking-dress a pair of fresh gloves;
-and she wore everything with a certain air of smartness. At home, in
-her pink tea-gown, which had lost its colour, the lines of her figure
-were so charming that Duco was constantly sketching her. They hardly
-ever went to a restaurant now. Cornélie cooked something at home,
-invented easy recipes, fetched a fiasco of wine from the nearest
-olio e vino, where the cab-drivers sat drinking at little tables;
-and they dined better and more cheaply than at the osteria. And Duco,
-now that he no longer bought things from the dealer in antiques on
-the Tiber, spent nothing at all. But money remained scarce. Once,
-when they had sold a silver crucifix for far less than it was worth,
-Cornélie was so dejected that she sobbed on Duco's breast. He consoled
-her, caressed her and declared that he didn't care much about the
-crucifix. But she knew that the crucifix was a very fine piece of
-work by an unknown sixteenth-century artist and that he was very
-unhappy at losing it. And she said to him seriously that it could
-not go on like this, that she could not be a burden to him and that
-they had better part; that she would look about for something to do,
-that she would go back to Holland. He was alarmed by her despair and
-said that it was not necessary, that he was able to look after her as
-his wife, but that unfortunately he was such an unpractical fellow,
-who could do nothing but splash about a bit with water-colours and
-even that not well enough to live on. But she said that he must
-not talk like that; he was a great artist. It was just that he did
-not possess a facile, money-making fertility, but he ranked all the
-higher on that account. She said that she would not live on his money,
-that she wanted to keep herself. And she collected the scattered
-remnants of her feminist ideas. Once again he begged her to consent
-to their marriage; they would become reconciled with his mother; and
-Mrs. van der Staal would give him what she used to give him when he
-used to live with her at Belloni's. But she refused to hear either
-of marriage or of an allowance from his mother, even as he refused
-to take money from Urania. How often had Urania not offered to help
-them! He had never consented; he was even angry when Urania had given
-Cornélie a blouse which Cornélie accepted with a kiss.
-
-No, it couldn't go on like this: they had better part; she must go
-back to Holland and seek employment. It was easier in Holland than
-abroad. But he was so desperate, because of their happiness, which
-tottered before his eyes, that he held her tightly pressed to his
-breast; and she sobbed, with her arms round his neck. Why should they
-part, he asked. They would be stronger together. He could no longer
-do without her; his life, if she left him, would be no life. He used
-to live in his dreams; he now lived in the reality of their happiness.
-
-And things remained as they were: they could not alter anything; they
-lived as thriftily as possible, in order to keep together. He finished
-his landscapes and always sold them; but he sold them at once, much
-too cheaply, so as not to have to wait for the money. But then poverty
-threatened once more; and she thought of writing to Holland. As it
-happened, however, she received a letter from her mother, followed
-by one from one of her sisters. And they asked her in those letters
-if it was true, what people were saying at the Hague, that she was
-living with Van der Staal. She had always looked upon herself as so
-far from the Hague and from Hague people that it had never occurred
-to her that her way of life might become known. She met nobody,
-she knew nobody with Dutch connections. Anyhow, her independent
-attitude was now known. And she answered the letters in a feminist
-tone, declared her dislike of marriage and admitted that she was
-living with Van der Staal. She wrote coldly and succinctly, so as
-to give those people at the Hague the impression that she was a free
-and independent woman. They knew her pamphlet there, of course. But
-she understood that she could now no longer think of Holland. She
-gave up her family as hopeless. Still it tore something in her, the
-unconscious family-tie. But that tie was already greatly loosened,
-through lack of sympathy, especially at the time of her divorce. And
-she felt all alone: she had only her happiness, her lover, Duco. Oh,
-it was enough, it was enough for all her life! If only she could make
-a little money! But how? She went to the Dutch consul, asked his
-advice; the visit led to nothing. She was not suited for a nurse:
-she wanted to earn money at once and had no time for training. She
-could serve in a shop, of course. And she applied, without saying
-anything to Duco; but, notwithstanding her worn cloak, they thought
-her too much of a lady wherever she went and she thought the salary
-too small for a whole day's work. And, when she felt that she hadn't
-it in her blood to work for her bread, despite all her ideas and all
-her logic, despite her pamphlet and her independent womanhood, she
-felt helpless to the point of despair and, as she went home, weary,
-exhausted by climbing many stairs and by useless conversations and
-appeals, the old plaint rose to her lips:
-
-"O God, tell me what to do!"
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XLIII
-
-
-She wrote regularly to Urania, in Switzerland, at Ostend; and
-Urania always wrote back very kindly and offered her assistance. But
-Cornélie always declined, afraid of hurting Duco. She, for herself,
-felt no such scruples, especially now that it was being borne in
-upon her that she would not be able to work. But she understood those
-scruples in Duco and respected them. For her own part, however, she
-would have accepted help, now that her pride was wavering, now that
-her ideas were falling to pieces, too weak to withstand the steady
-pressure of life's hardships. It was like a great finger that just
-passed along a house of cards: though built up with care and pride,
-everything fell flat at the least touch. The only things that stood
-firm and unshakable amid the ruins were her love and her happiness. Oh,
-how she loved him, how simple was their happiness! How dear he was
-to her for his gentleness, his calmness, his lack of irritability,
-as though his nerves were strung only to the finer sensibilities of
-the artist. She felt so deliciously that it was all imperturbable,
-that it was all settled for good. Without that happiness they could
-never have dragged their difficult life along from day to day. Now she
-did not feel that burden every day, as though they were dragging the
-load along from one day to the next. She now felt it only sometimes,
-when the future was quite dark and they did not know whither they were
-dragging the burden of their lives, in the dusk of that future. But
-they always triumphed again: they loved each other too well to sink
-under the load. They always found a little more courage; smiling,
-they supported each other's strength.
-
-September came and October; and Urania wrote that they were coming
-back to San Stefano, to spend a couple of months there before going
-for the winter to Nice. And one morning Urania arrived unexpectedly
-in the studio. She found Cornélie alone: Duco had gone to an
-art-dealer's. They exchanged affectionate greetings:
-
-"I am so glad to see you again!" Urania prattled, gaily. "I am glad to
-be back in Italy and to put in a little more time at San Stefano. And
-is everything as it used to be, in your cosy studio? Are you happy? Oh,
-I need not ask!"
-
-And she hugged and kissed Cornélie, like a child, still lacking the
-strength of mind to condemn her friend's too free existence, especially
-now, after her own summer at Ostend. They sat beside each other on
-the couch, Cornélie in her old tea-gown, which she wore with her own
-peculiar grace, and the young princess in her pale-grey tailor-made,
-which clung to her figure in a very up-to-date manner and rustled
-with heavy silk lining, and a hat with black feathers and silver
-spangles. Her jewelled fingers toyed with a very long watch-chain
-which she wore round her neck: the latest freak of fashion. Cornélie
-was able to admire without feeling envious and made Urania stand up
-and turn round in front of her, approved of the cut of her skirt,
-said that the hat looked sweet on her and examined the watch-chain
-attentively. And she plunged into these matters of chiffons: Urania
-described the dresses at Ostend; Urania admired Cornélie's old
-tea-gown; Cornélie smiled:
-
-"Especially after Ostend, eh?" she laughed, merrily.
-
-But Urania meant it seriously: Cornélie wore it with such chic! And,
-changing the topic, she said that she wanted to speak very seriously,
-that perhaps she knew of something for Cornélie, now that Cornélie
-would never accept her, Urania's, assistance. At Ostend she had made
-the acquaintance of an old American lady, Mrs. Uxeley, a regular
-type. She was ninety years of age and lived at Nice in the winter. She
-was fabulously rich: an oil-queen's fortune. She was ninety, but still
-behaved as if she were forty-five. She dined out, went into society,
-flirted. People laughed at her but accepted her because of her money
-and her splendid entertainments. All the cosmopolitan colony visited
-her at Nice. Urania produced an Ostend casino-paper and read out
-a journalistic account of a ball at Ostend, in which Mrs. Uxeley
-was called la femme la plus élégante d'Ostende. The journalist
-had been paid so much for it; everybody laughed and was amused by
-it. Mrs. Uxeley was a caricature, but with enough tact to get herself
-taken seriously. Well, Mrs. Uxeley was looking for somebody. She always
-had a lady companion with her, a girl, a young woman; and already
-numberless ladies had succeeded one another in her employ. She had
-had cousins living with her, distant cousins, very distant cousins and
-total strangers. She was tiresome, capricious, impossible; everybody
-knew that. Would Cornélie care to try it? Urania had already discussed
-it with Mrs. Uxeley and recommended her friend. Cornélie did not feel
-greatly attracted, but thought it worth thinking over. Mrs. Uxeley's
-companion was staying on till November, when the old thing went back
-through Paris to Nice. And at Nice they would see so much of each
-other, Cornélie and Urania. But Cornélie thought it terrible to leave
-Duco. She did not think that it would ever work. They were so attached
-to each other, so used to each other. From the money point of view
-it would be excellent--an easy life which attracted her, after that
-blow to her moral pride--but she could not think of leaving Duco. And
-what would Duco do at Nice! No, she couldn't, she simply couldn't: she
-must stay with him.... She felt a reluctance to go, like a hand that
-withheld her. She told Urania to put the old lady off, to let her look
-out for somebody else. She could not do it. What use to her was such a
-life--socially dependent, though financially independent--without Duco?
-
-And, when Urania was gone--she was going on to San Stefano--Cornélie
-was glad that she had at once declined that stupid, easy life of
-dependence as companion to a rich old dotard. She glanced round the
-studio. She loved it with its precious colours, its noble antiques
-and, behind that curtain, her bed, behind that screen, her oil-stove,
-making the space look like a little kitchen; with the Bohemianism
-of its precious bibelots and very primitive comforts, it had become
-indispensable to her, had become her home. And, when Duco came
-in, she kissed him and told him about Urania and Mrs. Uxeley. She
-was glad to be able to nestle in his arms. He had sold a couple
-of water-colours. There was no reason whatever to leave him. He
-didn't wish it either, he never would wish it. And they held each
-other tightly embraced, as though they were conscious of something
-that would be able to part them, an ineluctable necessity, as if
-hands hovered around them pushing them, guiding them, opposing and
-inhibiting them, a contest of hands, like a cloud around them both:
-hands that strove by main force to sunder their radiant path of life,
-their coalescent line of life, as if it were too narrow for the feet
-of the two of them and the hands were trying to wrench it asunder,
-in order to let the broad track wind apart in two curves. They said
-nothing: clasped in each other's arms, they gazed at life, shuddered at
-the hands, felt the approaching constraint which already was clouding
-more closely around them. But they felt warm in each other's company;
-they locked up their little happiness tightly in their embrace and
-hid it between them, so that the hands might not point to it, touch
-it and thrust it aside....
-
-And under their fixed gaze life softly receded, the cloud dispersed,
-the hands faded away and disappeared and their breasts heaved a sigh
-of relief, while she still remained lying against him and closed her
-eyes, as though in sleep....
-
-
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-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XLIV
-
-
-But the life of constraint returned, the hovering hands reappeared,
-like a gentle mysterious force. Cornélie wept bitterly and admitted
-to herself and admitted to Duco: it could not go on any longer. At
-one moment they had not enough to pay the rent of the studio and
-had to apply to Urania. Gaps showed in the studio, colours vanished,
-owing to the sale of things which Duco had collected with love and
-sacrifice. But Lippo Memmi's angel, whom he refused to sell, still
-shone as of old, still holding forth the lily, in his gown of gold
-brocade. Around him on every side yawned melancholy spaces, with
-bare nails showing in the walls. At first they tried to hang other
-things in the place of those which had gone; but they soon lost the
-inclination. And, as they sat side by side, in each other's arms,
-conscious of their little happiness, but also of the constraint of life
-with its pushing hands, they closed their eyes, that they might no
-longer see the studio which seemed to be crumbling about them, while
-in the first cooler days a sunless chill descended shivering from
-the ceiling, which seemed higher and farther away. The easel stood
-waiting, empty. And they both closed their eyes and thus remained,
-feeling that, despite the strength of their happiness and their love,
-they were gradually conquered by life, which persisted in its tyranny
-and day by day took something from them. Once, while they were sitting
-thus, their arms relaxed and their embrace fell away, as though hands
-were drawing them apart. They remained sitting for a long time, side
-by side, without touching each other. Then she sobbed aloud and flung
-herself with her face on his knees. There was no more to be done:
-life was too strong for them, speechless life, the life of the soft,
-persistent constraint, which surrounded them with so many hands. Their
-little happiness seemed to be escaping them, like an angelic child
-that was dying and sinking out of their embrace.
-
-She said that she would write to Urania: the Forte-Braccios were at
-Nice. He listlessly assented. And, as soon as she received a reply,
-she mechanically packed her trunk, packed up her old clothes. For
-Urania wrote and told her to come, said that Mrs. Uxeley wanted to
-see her. Mrs. Uxeley sent her the money for her journey. She was
-in a desperate state of constant nervous sobbing and she felt as if
-she were being torn from him, torn from that home which was dear to
-her and which was crumbling about her, all through her fault. When
-she received the registered letter with the money, she had a nervous
-attack, complaining to him like a child that she couldn't leave him,
-that she wouldn't leave him, that she could not live without him,
-that she loved him for ever, for ever, that she would die, so far
-away from him. She lay on the sofa, her arms stiff, her legs stiff,
-crying out with a mouth distorted as though by physical pain. He took
-her in his arms and soothed her, bathed her forehead, gave her ether
-to drink, comforted her, said that everything would be all right
-again later.... Later? She looked at him vacantly. She was half
-mad with grief. She tossed everything out of the trunk again, all
-about the room--underclothing, blouses--and laughed and laughed. He
-conjured her to control herself. When she saw his frightened face,
-when he too began to sob on her breast, she drew him tightly to her,
-kissed him and comforted him in her turn. And everything in her became
-dulness and lethargy. Together they packed the trunk again. Then she
-looked round and, in a gust of energy, arranged the studio for him,
-had her bed taken away, pinned his own sketches to the walls, tried to
-build up something of what had gone to pieces around them, rearranged
-everything, did her best. She cooked their last meal; she made up
-the fire. But a desperate threat of loneliness and desertion reigned
-over everything. It was all wrong, it was all wrong.... Sobbing,
-they fell asleep, in each other's arms, close against each other.
-
-Next morning he took her to the station. And, when she had stepped into
-her compartment, they both of them lost all their self-control. They
-embraced each other sobbing, while the guard was waiting to lock the
-door. And she saw Duco run away like a madman, pushing his way through
-the crowd; and, broken with misery, she threw herself back in her
-seat. She was so ill and distressed, so near to fainting, that a lady
-beside her came to her aid and bathed her face in eau-de-Cologne....
-
-She thanked the lady, apologized for the trouble she had given and,
-seeing the other passengers staring at her with compassionate eyes,
-she mastered herself, sat huddled in her corner and gazed vacantly
-through the window. She went on, stopping nowhere, only alighting to
-change trains. Though hungry, she had not the energy to order food at
-the stations. She ate nothing and drank nothing. She travelled a day
-and a night and arrived at Nice late the following evening. Urania was
-at the station and was startled to see Cornélie look grey and sallow,
-dead-tired, with hollow eyes. And she was most charming: she took
-Cornélie home with her, looked after her for some days, made her stay
-in bed and went herself to tell Mrs. Uxeley that her friend was too
-unwell to report herself. Gilio came for a moment to pay Cornélie his
-respects; and she could not do other than thank him for these days
-of hospitality and care under his roof. And the young princess was
-like a sister, was like a mother and fed Cornélie up with milk and
-eggs and strengthening medicines. Cornélie let her do as she liked,
-remained limp and indifferent and ate to please Urania. After a few
-days, Urania said that Mrs. Uxeley was coming to call that afternoon,
-being anxious to see her new companion. Mrs. Uxeley was alone now,
-but could wait until Cornélie's recovery. Cornélie dressed herself as
-well as she could and with Urania awaited the old lady's arrival. She
-entered gushingly, with a torrent of words; and, in the dim light of
-Urania's drawing-room, Cornélie was unable to realize that she was
-ninety years old. Urania winked at Cornélie, who only smiled faintly
-in return: she was afraid of this first interview. But Mrs. Uxeley, no
-doubt because Cornélie was a friend of the Princess di Forte-Braccio,
-was very easy-mannered, very pleasant and free of all condescension
-towards her future companion; she enquired after Cornélie's health in
-a wearisome profusion of little exclamations and sentences and bits of
-advice. Cornélie, in the twilight of the lace-shaded standard-lamps,
-took her in with a glance and saw a woman of fifty, with the little
-wrinkles carefully powdered over, in a mauve-velvet gown embroidered
-with dull gold and spangles and beads. On the brown, waved chignon was
-a hat with a white aigrette. Her jewels kept on sparkling, because
-she was very fussy, very restless in her movements. She now took
-Cornélie's hands and began to talk more confidentially. So Cornélie
-would come the day after to-morrow. Very well. She was accustomed to
-pay a hundred dollars a month, or five hundred francs, never less,
-but also never more. But she could understand that Cornélie would
-want something now, for new clothes: would she order what she wanted
-at this address and have it put down to Mrs. Uxeley's account? A
-couple of ball-dresses, two or three less dressy evening-frocks,
-in short, everything. The Princess Urania would tell her all about
-it and would go with her. And she rose, affecting the young woman,
-simpering through her long-handled lorgnette, but meanwhile leaning
-hard on her sunshade, working herself with a muscular effort along
-the stick of her sunshade, with a sudden twitch of rheumatism which
-uncovered all sorts of wrinkles. Urania saw her to the hall and came
-back shrieking with laughter; and Cornélie also laughed, but only
-listlessly. She really didn't care: she was more amazed at Mrs. Uxeley
-than amused. Ninety years old! What an energy, worthy of a better
-object, to remain elegant: la femme la plus élégante d'Ostende!
-
-Ninety years old! How the woman must suffer, during the hours of her
-long toilet, while she was being made up into that caricature! Urania
-said that it was all false: the hair, the bust. And Cornélie felt a
-loathing at having to live for the future beside this woman, as though
-beside an ignominy. In the happiness of her love, a great part of her
-energy had become relaxed, as though their dual happiness--Duco's and
-hers--had unfitted her for any further struggle for life and diminished
-her zest for life; but it had refined and purified something in her
-soul and she loathed the sight of so much show for so vain and petty
-an object. And it was only necessity itself--the inevitability of
-the things of life, which urged and pushed her with a guiding finger
-along a line of life now winding solitary before her--that gave
-her the strength to hide within herself her sorrow, her longing,
-her nostalgia for everything that she had left behind. She did not
-talk about it to Urania. Urania was so glad to see her, looked upon
-her as a good friend, in the loneliness of her stately life, in her
-isolation among her aristocratic acquaintances. Urania accompanied her
-enthusiastically to dressmakers' establishments and shops and helped
-her to choose her new outfit. She did not care about it all. She,
-an elegant woman, a woman of innate elegance, who in her outward
-appearance had always fought against poverty and who, in the days
-of her happiness, was able, with the aid of a fresh ribbon, to wear
-an old blouse gracefully, was utterly indifferent to everything
-that she was now buying on Mrs. Uxeley's account. To her it was as
-though these things were not for her. She let Urania ask and choose;
-she approved of everything. She allowed herself to be fitted as
-though she had been a doll. She greatly disliked having to spend
-money at a stranger's expense. She felt lowered and humiliated:
-all her haughty pride of life was gone. She was afraid of what they
-would say of her in the circle of Mrs. Uxeley's friends, afraid lest
-they knew of her independent ideas, of her cohabitation with Duco,
-afraid of Mrs. Uxeley's opinion. For Urania had had to be honest
-and tell everything. It was only on Urania's eager recommendation
-that she had been taken by Mrs. Uxeley. She felt out of place,
-now that she would once more dare to play her part among all those
-people; and she was afraid of giving herself away. She would have to
-make-believe, to conceal her ideas, to pick her words; and she was no
-longer accustomed to doing so. And all for that money. All because
-she had not had the energy, living with Duco, to earn her own bread
-and, gaily, independently, to cheer him in his work, in his art. Oh,
-if she could only have managed to do that, how happy she would have
-been! If only she had not allowed the wretched languor that was in
-her blood to increase within her like a morbid growth: the languor
-of her upbringing, her superficial, showy, drawing-room education,
-which had unfitted her for everything whatsoever! By temperament she
-was a creature of love as well as a woman of sensuousness and luxury,
-but there was more of love in her than of luxury: she would be happy
-under the simplest conditions if only she was able to love. And now
-life had torn her away from him, gradually but inexorably. And now
-her sensuous, luxurious nature was gratified, but in dependence; yet
-it no longer satisfied her cravings, because she could not satisfy her
-soul. In that lonely soul a miserable dissatisfaction sprang up like a
-riotous growth. Her only happiness was his letters, letters of longing
-but also letters of comfort. He wrote expressing his longing, but he
-also wrote enjoining courage and hope. He wrote to her every day. He
-was now at Florence, seeking his consolation in the Uffizi, in the
-Pitti Palace. He had found it impossible to stay in Rome; the studio
-was now locked up. At Florence he was a little nearer to her. And
-his letters were to her a love-story, the only novel that she read;
-and it was as though she saw his landscapes in his style, the same
-dim blending of colour and emotion, the pearly white, misty, dreamy
-distances filled with light, the horizon of his longing, as though
-his eyes were ever gazing at the vista in which she, on the night
-of departure, had vanished as in a mauve-grey sunset, a sky of the
-dreary Campagna. In those letters they still lived together. But she
-could not write to him in this strain. Though she wrote to him daily,
-she wrote briefly, telling him ever the same things in other words:
-her longing, her weary indifference. But she wrote of the happiness
-which she derived from his letters, which were her daily bread.
-
-She was now with Mrs. Uxeley and occupied in the gigantic villa
-two charming rooms overlooking the sea and the Promenade des
-Anglais. Urania had helped her to arrange them. And she lived in an
-unreal dream of strangeness, of non-existence alone with her soul,
-of unlived actions and gestures, performed according to the will of
-others. In the mornings she went to Mrs. Uxeley in her boudoir and
-read her the French and American papers and sometimes a few pages of
-a French novel. She humbly did her best. Mrs. Uxeley thought that she
-read very nicely, only she said that Cornélie must cheer up a bit,
-that her melancholy days were over now. Duco was never mentioned and
-Mrs. Uxeley behaved as though she knew nothing. The great boudoir
-looked through the open balcony-windows over the sea, where, on the
-Promenade, the morning stroll was already beginning, with the gaudy
-colours of the parasols striking a shrill note against the deep-blue
-sea, an expensive sea, a costly tide, waves that seemed to exact a
-mint of money before they would consent to roll up prettily. The old
-lady, already painted, bedizened and bewigged, with a white-lace wrap
-over her wig against the draught, lay in the black and white lace of
-her white-silk tea-gown on the piled-up cushions of her sofa. In her
-wrinkled hand she held the lorgnette, with her initials in diamonds,
-through which it amused her to peer at the shrill patches of the
-parasols outside. Now and then, when her rheumatism gave a twinge,
-she suddenly distorted her face into one great crease of wrinkles,
-under which the smooth enamel of her make-up almost cracked, like
-crackle-china. In the daylight she seemed hardly alive, looked like
-an automatic, jointed, stiff-limbed doll, which spoke and moved
-mechanically. She was always a trifle tired in the mornings, from
-never sleeping at night; after eleven she took a little nap. She
-observed a strict régime; and her doctor, who called daily, seemed
-to revive her a little every day, to enable her to hold out until
-the evening. In the afternoon she drove out, alighted at the Jetée,
-paid her visits. But in the evening she revived with a trace of real
-life, dressed, put on her jewels and recovered her exuberance, her
-little exclamations and simpers. Then came the dances, the parties,
-the theatre. Then she was no more than fifty.
-
-But these were her good days. Sometimes, after a night of insufferable
-pain, she remained in her bedroom, with yesterday's enamelling
-untouched, her bald head wrapped in black lace, a black-satin
-bed-jacket hanging loosely around her like a sack; and she moaned
-and cried and shrieked and seemed to be begging for release from her
-torments. This lasted for a couple of days and occurred regularly
-every three weeks, after which she gradually revived again.
-
-Her fussy conversation was limited to a constantly recurrent discussion
-of all sorts of family-matters, with appropriate annotations. She
-explained to Cornélie all the family-connections of her friends,
-American and European, but she enlarged more particularly
-upon the great European families which she numbered among her
-acquaintances. Cornélie could never listen to what she was saying
-and forgot the pedigrees again at once. It was sometimes unendurably
-tedious to have to listen for so long; and only for this reason,
-as though she were forced to it, Cornélie found the energy to talk
-a little herself, to relate an anecdote, to tell a story. When she
-saw that the old woman was very fond of anecdotes, riddles and puns,
-she collected as many as she could from the Vie parisienne and the
-Journal pour rire and kept them ready to hand. And Mrs. Uxeley thought
-her very entertaining. Once, as she noticed Duco's daily letter, she
-referred to it; and Cornélie suddenly discovered that the old lady
-was devoured with curiosity. Then she quietly told her the truth:
-her marriage, her divorce, her independent ideas, her meeting and
-her life with Duco. The old woman was a little disappointed because
-Cornélie spoke so simply about it all. She merely advised her to live
-discreetly and correctly now. What people said about former incidents
-did not matter so very much. But there must be no occasion for gossip
-now. Cornélie promised meekly. And Mrs. Uxeley showed her her albums,
-with her own photographs, dating back to her young days, and the
-photographs of all sorts of men. And she told her about this friend
-and that friend and, vain-gloriously, allowed the suggestion of a very
-lurid past to peep through. But she had always lived discreetly and
-correctly. That was her pride. And what Cornélie had done was wrong....
-
-The hour or so from eleven to half-past twelve was a relief. Then the
-old woman regularly went to sleep--her only sleep in the twenty-four
-hours--and Urania came to fetch Cornélie for a drive or a walk along
-the Promenade or to sit in the Jardin Public. And it was the only
-moment when Cornélie more or less appreciated her new-found luxury and
-took pleasure in the gratification of her vanity. The passers-by turned
-round to stare at the two young and pretty women in their exquisite
-serge frocks, with their fashionable headgear withdrawn in the twilight
-of their sunshades, and admired the Princess di Forte-Braccio's glossy
-victoria, irreproachable liveries and spanking greys.
-
-Gilio maintained a reserved and respectful attitude towards
-Cornélie. He was polite but kept a courteous distance when he joined
-the two ladies for a moment in the gardens or on the Jetée. After
-the night in the pergola, after the sudden flash of his angry knife,
-she was afraid of him, afraid also because she had lost much of her
-courage and haughtiness. But she could not answer him more coldly
-than she did, because she was grateful to him as well as to Urania
-for the care shown her during the first few days, for their tact in
-not at once surrendering her to Mrs. Uxeley and in keeping her with
-them until she had recovered some of her strength.
-
-In the freedom of those mornings, when she felt herself released from
-the old woman--vain, selfish, insignificant, ridiculous--who was as
-the caricature of her life, she felt that in Urania's friendship she
-was finding herself again, she became conscious of being at Nice,
-she contemplated the garish bustle around her with clearer eyes and
-she lost the unreality of the first days. At such times it was as
-though she saw herself again for the first time, in her light serge
-walking-dress, sitting in the garden, her gloved fingers playing with
-the tassels of her sunshade. She could hardly believe in herself,
-but she saw herself. Deep down within herself, hidden even from
-Urania, she concealed her longing, her home-sickness, her stifling
-discontent. She sometimes felt ready to burst into sobs. But she
-listened to Urania and joined in her laughter and talk and looked up
-with a smile at Gilio, who stood in front of her, mincing to and fro
-on the tips of his shoes and swinging his walking-stick behind his
-back. Sometimes, suddenly--as a vision whirling through the crowd--she
-saw Duco, the studio, the happiness of the past fading away for one
-brief moment. Then with her finger-tips she felt his letter of that
-morning, between the strips of gathered lace in front of her bolero,
-and just crushed the hard envelope against her breast, as something
-belonging to him that was caressing her.
-
-And it was not to be denied: she saw herself and Nice around her; she
-became sensible of new life: it was not unreal, even though it was not
-actual to her soul; it was a sorrowful comedy, in which she--dismally,
-feebly, listlessly--played her part.
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-CHAPTER XLV
-
-
-It was all severely regulated, as by rule, and there was no possibility
-of the least alteration: everything was done in accordance with a fixed
-law. The reading of the newspaper; her hour and a half to herself;
-then lunch. After lunch, the drive, the Jetée, the visits; every
-day, those visits and afternoon teas. Once in a way, a dinner-party;
-and in the evening generally a dance, a reception or a theatre. She
-made new acquaintances by the score and forgot them again at once
-and no longer remembered, when she saw them again, whether she knew
-them or not. As a rule people were fairly pleasant to her in that
-cosmopolitan set, because they knew that she was an intimate friend
-of the Princess Urania's. But, like Urania herself, she was sometimes
-conscious, from the feminine bearers of the old Italian names and
-titles which sometimes glittered in that set, of an overwhelming
-pride and contempt. The men always asked to be introduced to her; but,
-whenever she asked to be introduced to their ladies, her only reward
-was a nod of vague surprise. She herself minded very little, but she
-felt sorry for Urania. For she saw at once, at Urania's own parties,
-that they hardly looked upon her as the hostess, that they surrounded
-and made much of Gilio, but accorded to his wife no more than the
-civility which was her due as Princess di Forte-Braccio, without ever
-forgetting that she was once Miss Hope. And for Urania this contempt
-was more difficult to put up with than for herself. For she accepted
-her rôle as the companion. She always kept an eye on Mrs. Uxeley,
-constantly joined her for a minute in the course of the evening,
-fetched a fan which Mrs. Uxeley had left in the next room or did her
-this or that trifling service. Then she would sit down, against the
-wall alone in the busily humming drawing-room, and gaze indifferently
-before her. She sat, always very smartly dressed, in an attitude of
-graceful indifference and weary boredom, tapping her little foot or
-unfolding her fan. She took no notice of anybody. Sometimes a couple of
-men would come up to her and she spoke to them, or danced with one of
-them, indifferently, as though conferring a favour. Once, when Gilio
-was talking to her, she sitting and he standing, and the Duchess di
-Luca and Countess Costi both came up to him and, standing, began to
-chaff him profusely, without honouring her with a word or a glance,
-she first stared at the ladies between her mocking lids, eyeing them
-from head to foot, and then rose slowly, took Gilio's arm and, with
-a glance which darted sharp as a needle from her narrowed eyes, said:
-
-"I beg your pardon, but you must excuse me if I rob you of the Prince
-di Forte-Braccio, because I have to finish a private conversation."
-
-And with the pressure of her arm she made Gilio move on a few steps,
-then at once sat down again, made him sit down beside her and began to
-whisper with him very confidentially, while she left the duchess and
-countess standing two yards away, open-mouthed with stupefaction at
-her rudeness, and furthermore spread her train wide between herself
-and the two ladies and waved her fan to and fro, as though to preserve
-a distance. She could do this sort of thing so calmly, so tactfully
-and haughtily, that Gilio was tickled to death and sat and giggled
-with delight:
-
-"I wish that Urania knew how to behave like that!" he said, pleased
-as a child at the diversion which she had afforded him.
-
-"Urania is too nice to do anything so odious," she replied.
-
-She did not make herself liked, but people became afraid of her, afraid
-of her quiet malice, and avoided offending her in future. Moreover,
-the men thought her pretty and agreeable and were also attracted by her
-haughty indifference. And, without really intending it, she achieved a
-position, apparently by using the greatest diplomacy, but in reality
-quite naturally and easily. While Mrs. Uxeley's egoism was flattered
-by her little attentions--always dutifully remembered and paid with a
-charming air of maternal solicitude, in contrast to which Mrs. Uxeley
-thought it delightful to simper like a young girl--Cornélie gradually
-gathered a court of men around her in the evenings; and the women
-became insipidly civil. Urania often told her how clever she thought
-her, how much tact she displayed. Cornélie shrugged her shoulders:
-it all happened of itself; and really she did not care. But still,
-gradually, she recovered some of her cheerfulness. When she saw
-herself standing in the glass, she had to confess to herself that
-she was better-looking than she had ever been, either as a girl or
-as a newly-married woman. Her tall, slender figure had a languorous
-line of pride that gave her a special grace; her throat was statelier,
-her bosom fuller; her waist was slimmer in these new dresses; her hips
-had become heavier, her arms more rounded; and, though her features no
-longer wore the look of radiant happiness which they had worn in Rome,
-her mocking smile and her negligent irony gave her a certain attraction
-for those unknown men, something more alluring and provoking than
-the greatest coquetry would have been. And Cornélie had not wished
-for this; but, now that it came of itself, she accepted it. It was
-foreign to her nature to refuse it. And, besides, Mrs. Uxeley was
-pleased with her. Cornélie had such a pretty way of whispering to her:
-
-"Dear lady, you were in such pain yesterday. Don't you think you
-ought to go home a little earlier to-night?"
-
-And then Mrs. Uxeley would simper like a girl who was being admonished
-by her mother not to dance too much that evening. She loved these
-little ways of Cornélie's; and Cornélie, with careless indifference,
-gave her what she wanted. And those evenings amused her more than they
-did at first; only, the amusement was combined with self-reproach
-as soon as she thought of Duco, of their separation, of Rome, of
-the studio, of the happiness of those past days, which she had lost
-through her lack of fortitude.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XLVI
-
-
-Two months had passed like this. It was January; and these were busy
-days for Cornélie, because Mrs. Uxeley was soon to give one of her
-celebrated evenings and Cornélie's free hours in the morning were
-now taken up with running all sorts of errands. Urania generally
-drove with her; and she came to rely upon Urania. They had to go to
-upholsterers, to pastry-cooks, to florists and to jewellers, where
-Cornélie and Urania selected presents for the cotillon. Mrs. Uxeley
-never went out for this, but occupied herself with every trifling
-indoor detail; and there were endless discussions, followed by more
-drives to the shops, for the old lady was anything but easy to please,
-vain as she was of her fame as a hostess and afraid of losing it
-through the least omission.
-
-During one of these drives, as the victoria was turning into the Avenue
-de la Gare, Cornélie started so violently that she clutched Urania's
-arm and could not restrain an exclamation. Urania asked her what she
-had seen, but she was unable to speak and Urania made her get out at a
-confectioner's to drink a glass of water. She was very nearly fainting
-and looked deathly pale. She was not able to continue her errands; and
-they drove back to Mrs. Uxeley's villa. The old lady was displeased at
-this sudden fainting-fit and grumbled so that Urania went off alone
-to complete the errands. After lunch, however, Cornélie felt better,
-made her apologies and accompanied Mrs. Uxeley to an afternoon tea.
-
-Next day, when she was sitting with Mrs. Uxeley and a couple of
-friends on the Jetée, she seemed to see the same thing again. She
-turned as white as a sheet, but retained her composure and laughed
-and talked merrily.
-
-These were the days of the preparations. The date of the entertainment
-drew nearer; and at last the evening arrived. Mrs. Uxeley was trembling
-with nervousness like a young girl and found the necessary strength to
-walk through the whole villa, which was all light and flowers. And with
-a sigh of satisfaction she sat down for a moment. She was dressed. Her
-face was smooth as porcelain, her hair was waved and glittered with
-diamond pins. Her gown of pale-blue brocade was cut very low; and
-she gleamed like a reliquary. A triple rope of priceless pearls hung
-down to her waist. In her hand--she was not yet gloved--she held a
-gold-knobbed cane, which was indispensable when she wanted to rise. And
-it was only when she rose that she showed her age, when she worked
-herself erect by muscular efforts, with that look of pain in her face,
-with that twinge of rheumatism which shot through her. Cornélie, not
-yet dressed, after a last glance through the villa, blazing with light,
-swooning with flowers, hurried to her room and, already feeling tired,
-dropped into the chair in front of her dressing-table, to have her
-hair done quickly. She was irritable and told the maid to hurry. She
-was just ready when the first guests arrived and she was able to join
-Mrs. Uxeley. And the carriages rolled up. Cornélie, at the top of the
-monumental staircase, looked down into the hall, where the people
-were streaming in, the ladies in their long evening-wraps--almost
-more expensive even than their dresses--which they carefully gave up
-in the crowded, buzzing cloakroom. And the first arrivals came up the
-stairs, waiting so as not to be the very first, and were beamed upon
-by Mrs. Uxeley. The drawing-rooms soon filled. In addition to the
-reception-rooms, the hostess' own rooms were thrown open, forming in
-all a suite of twelve apartments. Whereas the corridors and stairs
-were adorned only with clumps of red and white and pink camellias,
-in the rooms the floral decorations were contained in hundreds of
-vases and bowls and dishes, which stood about on every hand and,
-with the light of the shaded candles, gave an intimate charm to the
-entertainment. That was the speciality of Mrs. Uxeley's decorations
-on great occasions: the electric light not used; instead, on every
-hand candles with little shades, on every hand glasses and bowls
-full of flowers, giving the effect of a fairy garden. Though perhaps
-the main outlines were broken, a most charming effect of cosiness
-was gained. Small groups and couples could find a place everywhere:
-behind a screen, in a loggia; you constantly found a spot for privacy;
-and this perhaps explained the vogue of Mrs. Uxeley's parties. The
-villa, suitable for giving a court ball, was used only for giving
-entertainments of a luxurious intimate character to hundreds of people
-who were quite unknown to one another. Each little set chose itself
-a little corner, where it made itself at home. A very tiny boudoir,
-all in Japanese lacquer and Japanese silk, was aimed at generally, but
-was at once captured by Gilio, the Countess di Rosavilla, the Duchess
-di Luca and Countess Costi. They did not even go to the music-room,
-where a concert formed the first item. Paderewski was playing, Sigrid
-Arnoldson was to sing. The music-room also was lighted by shaded
-candles; and everybody whispered that, in this soft light, Mrs. Uxeley
-did not look a day over forty. During the interval she simpered to two
-very young journalists who were to describe her party. Urania, sitting
-beside Cornélie, was addressed by a Frenchman whom she introduced to
-her friend: the Chevalier de Breuil. Cornélie knew that Urania had
-met him at Ostend and that his name was coupled with the Princess
-di Forte-Braccio's. Urania had never mentioned De Breuil to her, but
-Cornélie now saw, by her smile, her blush and the sparkle in her eyes,
-that people were right. She left them to themselves, feeling sad when
-she thought of Urania. She understood that the little princess was
-consoling herself for her husband's neglect; and she suddenly thought
-this whole life of make-believe disgusting. She longed for Rome, for
-the studio, for Duco, for independence, love and happiness. She had
-had it all; but it had been fated not to endure. Everything around her
-was like one great lie, more brilliant than at the Hague, but even more
-false, brutal and depraved. People no longer even pretended to believe
-the lie: here they showed a brutal sincerity. The lie was respected,
-but nobody believed in it, nobody put forward the lie as a truth;
-the lie was nothing more than a form.
-
-Cornélie wandered through the rooms by herself, went up to Mrs. Uxeley
-for a moment, in accordance with her habit, whispered to ask how she
-felt, whether she wanted anything, if everything was going well, then
-continued on her way through the rooms. She was standing by a vase,
-rearranging some orchids, when a woman in black velvet, fair-haired,
-with a full throat and bosom, spoke to her in English:
-
-"I am Mrs. Holt. I dare say you don't know my name, but I know
-yours. I very much want to make your acquaintance. I have often been
-to Holland and I read Dutch a little. I read your pamphlet on The
-Social Position of Divorced Women and I thought a good deal of what
-you wrote most interesting."
-
-"You are very kind. Shall we sit down? I remember your name too. You
-were one of the leaders of the Women's Congress in London, were
-you not?"
-
-"Yes, I spoke about the training of children. Weren't you able to
-come to London?"
-
-"No, I did think about it, but I was in Rome at the time and I couldn't
-manage it."
-
-"That was a pity. The congress was a great step forward. If your
-pamphlet had been translated then and distributed, you would have
-had a great success."
-
-"I care very little for success of that kind."
-
-"Of course, I can understand that. But the success of your book is
-also for the good of the great cause."
-
-"Do you really mean that? Is there any merit in my little book?"
-
-"Do you doubt it?"
-
-"Very often."
-
-"How is that possible? It is written with such a sure touch."
-
-"Perhaps just for that reason."
-
-"I don't understand you. There's a vagueness sometimes about Dutch
-people which we English don't understand, something like a reflection
-of your beautiful skies in your character."
-
-"Do you never doubt? Do you feel sure of your ideas on the training
-of children?"
-
-"I have studied children in schools, in crèches and in their homes
-and I have acquired very decided ideas. And I work in accordance with
-these ideas for the people of the future. I will send you my pamphlet,
-containing the gist of my speeches at the congress. Are you working
-on another pamphlet now?"
-
-"No, I regret to say."
-
-"Why not? We must all fight shoulder to shoulder, if we are to
-conquer."
-
-"I believe I have said all that I had to say. I wrote what I did on
-impulse, from personal experience. And then ..."
-
-"Yes?"
-
-"Then things changed. All women are different and I never approved
-of generalizing. And do you believe that there are many women who can
-work for a universal object with a man's thoroughness, when they have
-found a lesser object for themselves, a small happiness, such as a
-love to satisfy their own ego, in which they can be happy? Don't you
-think that every woman has slumbering inside her a selfish craving
-for her own love and happiness and that, when she has found this,
-the outside world and the future cease to interest her?"
-
-"Possibly. But so few women find it."
-
-"I believe there are not many. But that is another question. And I
-do believe that an interest in universal questions is a pis-aller
-with most women."
-
-"You have become an apostate. You speak quite differently from what
-you wrote a year ago."
-
-"Yes, I have become very humble, because I am more sincere. Of course
-I believe in certain women, in certain choice spirits. But would the
-majority not always remain feminine, just women and weak?"
-
-"Not with a sensible training."
-
-"Yes, I believe that it lies in that, in the training...."
-
-"Of the child, of the girl."
-
-"I believe that I have never been educated and that this constitutes
-my weakness."
-
-"Our girls should be told when still very young of the struggle that
-lies before them."
-
-"You are right. We--my friends, my sisters and I--had the 'safety'
-of marriage impressed upon us at the earliest possible moment. Do you
-know whom I think the most to be pitied? Our parents! They honestly
-believed that they were having us taught all that was necessary. And
-now, at this moment, they must see that they did not divine the future
-correctly and that their training, their education was no education
-at all, because they failed to inform their children of the struggle
-which was being waged right before their eyes. It is our parents
-that are to be pitied. They can mend nothing now. They see us--girls,
-young women of twenty to thirty--overwhelmed by life; and they have
-not given us the strength for it. They kept us sheltered as long as
-possible under the paternal wing; and then they began to think of
-our marriage, not in order to get rid of us, but with a view to our
-happiness, our safety and our future. We are indeed unfortunate, we
-girls and women who were not, like our younger sisters, told of the
-struggle that lay just before us; but I believe that we may still
-have hope in our youth and that our parents are unhappier and more
-to be pitied than we, because they have nothing more to hope for and
-because they must secretly confess that they went astray in their love
-for their children. They were still educating us according to the past,
-while the future was already so near at hand. I pity our parents and I
-could almost love them better for that reason than I ever did before."
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XLVII
-
-
-She had suddenly turned very pale, as though under the stress of a
-sudden emotion. She covered her face with her fluttering fan and her
-fingers trembled violently; her whole body shuddered.
-
-"That is well thought on your part," said Mrs. Holt. "I am glad to
-have met you. I always find a certain charm in Dutch people: that
-vagueness, which we are unable to seize, and then all at once a light
-that flashes out of a cloud.... I hope to see you again. I am at home
-on Tuesdays, at five o'clock. Will you come one day with Mrs. Uxeley?"
-
-Mrs. Holt pressed her hand and disappeared among the other
-guests. Cornélie had risen from her chair, while her knees seemed to
-give way beneath her. She remained standing, half-turned towards the
-room, looking in the glass; and her fingers played with the orchids
-in a Venetian vase on the console-table. She was still rather pale,
-but controlled herself, though her heart was beating loudly and her
-breast heaving. And she looked in the glass. She saw first her own
-figure, her beautiful, slender outline, in her dress of white and
-black Chantilly, with the white-lace train, foaming with flounces,
-the black-lace tunic with the scalloped border and sprinkled with
-steel spangles and blue stones, a spray of orchids in the sleeveless
-corsage, which left her neck and arms and shoulders bare. Her hair
-was bound with three Greek fillets of pearls; and her fan of white
-feathers--a present from Urania--was like foam against her throat. She
-saw herself first and then, in the mirror, she saw him. He was coming
-nearer to her. She did not move, only her fingers played with the
-flowers in the vase. She felt as though she wished to take flight,
-but her knees gave way and her feet were paralysed. She stood rooted
-to the floor, hypnotized. She was unable to stir. And she saw him come
-nearer and nearer, while her back remained half-turned to the room. He
-approached; and his appearance seemed to fling out a net in which she
-was caught. He was close by her now, close behind her. Mechanically
-she raised her eyes and looked in the glass and met his eyes in the
-mirror. She thought that she would faint. She felt squeezed between
-him and the glass. In the mirror the room went round and round, the
-candles whirled giddily, like a reeling firmament. He did not say
-anything yet. She only saw his eyes gazing and his mouth smiling under
-his moustache. And he still said nothing. Then, in that unendurable
-lack of space between him and the mirror, which did not even give
-shelter as a wall would have done, but which reflected him so that he
-held her twice imprisoned, behind and before, she turned round slowly
-and looked him in the eyes. But she did not speak either. They looked
-at each other without a word.
-
-"You never expected this: that you would see me here one day," he said,
-at last.
-
-It was more than a year since she had heard his voice. But she felt
-his voice inside her.
-
-"No," she answered, at last, haughtily, coldly, distantly. "Though
-I saw you once or twice, in the street, on the Jetée."
-
-"Yes," he said. "Should I have bowed to you, do you think?"
-
-She shrugged her bare shoulders; and he looked at them. She felt for
-the first time that she was half-naked that evening.
-
-"No," she replied, still coldly and distantly. "Any more than you
-need have spoken to me now."
-
-He smiled at her. He stood before her as a wall. He stood before her
-as a man. His head, his shoulders, his chest, his legs, his whole
-stature rose before her as incarnate manhood.
-
-"Of course I needn't have done so," he said; and she felt his voice
-inside her: she felt his voice sinking in her like molten bronze into a
-mould. "If I had met you somewhere in Holland, I would only have taken
-off my hat and not spoken to you. But we are in a foreign country...."
-
-"What difference does that make?"
-
-"I felt I should like to speak to you.... I wanted to have a talk
-with you. Can't we do that as strangers?"
-
-"As strangers?" she echoed.
-
-"Oh, well, we're not strangers: we even know each other uncommonly
-intimately, eh?... Come and sit down and tell me about yourself. Did
-you like Rome?"
-
-"Yes," she said.
-
-He had led her as though with his will to a couch behind a half-damask,
-half-glass, Louis-XV. screen; and she dropped down upon it in a rosy
-twilight of candles, with bunches of pink roses around her in all
-sorts of Venetian glasses. He sat on an ottoman, bending towards her
-slightly, with his arms on his knees and his hands folded together:
-
-"They've been gossiping about you finely at the Hague. First about
-your pamphlet ... and then about your painter."
-
-Her eyes pierced him like needles. He laughed:
-
-"You can look just as angry as ever.... Tell me, do you ever hear
-from the old people? They're in a bad way."
-
-"Now and then. I was able to send them some money lately."
-
-"That's damned good of you. They don't deserve it. They said that
-you no longer existed for them."
-
-"Mamma wrote that they were so pushed for money. Then I sent them a
-hundred guilders. It was the most that I could do."
-
-"Oh, now that they find you sending them money, you'll begin to exist
-for them again!"
-
-She shrugged her shoulders:
-
-"I don't mind that. I was sorry for them ... and sorry I couldn't
-send more."
-
-"Ah, when you look so thundering smart...."
-
-"I don't pay for my clothes."
-
-"I'm only stating a fact. I'm not venturing to criticize. I think it
-damned handsome of you to send them money. But you do look thundering
-smart.... Look here, let me tell you something: you've become a damned
-handsome girl."
-
-He stared at her, with his smile, which compelled her to look at him.
-
-Then she replied, very calmly, waving her fan lightly in front of
-her bare neck, sheltering in the foam of her fan:
-
-"I'm damned glad to hear it!"
-
-He gave a loud, throaty laugh:
-
-"There, I like that! You've still got your witty sense of
-repartee. Always to the point. Damned clever of you!"
-
-She stood up strained and nervous:
-
-"I must leave you. I must go to Mrs. Uxeley."
-
-He spread out his arms:
-
-"Stay and sit with me a little longer. It does me good to talk to you."
-
-"Then restrain yourself a bit and don't 'damn' quite so much. I've
-not been used to it lately."
-
-"I'll do my best. Sit down."
-
-She fell back and hid herself behind her fan.
-
-"Let me tell you that you have positively become a very ... a very
-beautiful woman. Now is that like a compliment?"
-
-"It sounds more like one."
-
-"Well, it's the best I can do, you know. So you must make the most
-of it. And now tell me about Rome. How were you living there?"
-
-"Why should I tell you about it?"
-
-"Because I'm interested."
-
-"You have no need to be interested."
-
-"I dare say, but I happen to be. I've never quite forgotten you. And
-I should be surprised if you had me."
-
-"I have, quite," she said, coolly.
-
-He looked at her with his smile. He said nothing, but she felt that
-he knew better. She was afraid to convince him further.
-
-"Is it true, what they say at the Hague? About Van der Staal?"
-
-She looked at him haughtily.
-
-"Come, out with it!"
-
-"Yes."
-
-"You are a cheeky baggage! Do you no longer care a straw for the
-whole boiling of them?"
-
-"No."
-
-"And how do you manage here, with this old hag?"
-
-"What do you mean?"
-
-"Do they just accept you here, at Nice?"
-
-"I don't brag about my independence; and no one is able to comment
-on my conduct here."
-
-"Where is Van der Staal?"
-
-"At Florence."
-
-"Why isn't he here?"
-
-"I'm not going to answer any more questions. You are indiscreet. It
-has nothing to do with you and I won't be cross-examined."
-
-She was very nervous again and once more rose to her feet. He spread
-out his arms.
-
-"Really, Rudolph, you must let me go," she entreated. "I have to go
-to Mrs. Uxeley. They are to dance a pavane in the ball-room and I
-have to ask for instructions and hand them on. Let me pass."
-
-"Then I'll take you there. Let me offer you my arm."
-
-"Rudolph, do go away! Don't you see how you're upsetting me? This
-meeting has been so unexpected. Do let me go, or I sha'n't be able
-to control myself. I'm going to cry.... Why did you speak to me,
-why did you speak to me, why did you come here, where you knew that
-you would meet me?"
-
-"Because I wanted to see one of Mrs. Uxeley's parties and because I
-wanted to meet you."
-
-"You must understand that it upsets me to see you again. What good
-does it do you? We are dead to each other. Why should you want to
-pester me like this?"
-
-"That's just what I wanted to know, whether we are dead to each
-other...."
-
-"Dead, dead, quite dead!" she cried, vehemently.
-
-He laughed:
-
-"Come, don't be so theatrical. You can understand that I was curious
-to see you again and talk to you. I used to see you in the street, in
-your carriage, on the Jetée; and I was pleased to find you looking so
-well, so smart, so happy and so handsome. You know that good-looking
-women are my great hobby. You are much better-looking than you used
-to be when you were my wife. If you had been then what you are now,
-I should never have allowed you to divorce me.... Come, don't be
-a child. No one knows here. I think it damned jolly to meet you
-here, to have a good old yarn with you and to have you leaning on my
-arm. Take my arm. Don't make a fuss and I'll take you where you want
-to go. Where shall we find Mrs. Uxeley? Introduce me ... as a friend
-from Holland...."
-
-"Rudolph...."
-
-"Oh, I insist: don't bother! There's nothing in it! It amuses me and
-it's no end of a lark to walk about with one's divorced wife at a ball
-at Nice. A delightful town, isn't it? I go to Monte Carlo every day
-and I've been damned lucky. Won three thousand francs yesterday. Will
-you come with me one day?"
-
-"You're mad!"
-
-"I'm not mad at all. I want to enjoy myself. And I'm proud to have
-you on my arm."
-
-She withdrew her arm:
-
-"Well, you needn't be."
-
-"Now don't get spiteful. That's all rot: let's enjoy ourselves. There
-is the old girl: she's looking at you."
-
-She had passed through some of the rooms on his arm; and they saw,
-near a tombola, round which people were crowding to draw presents
-and surprises, Mrs. Uxeley, Gilio and the Rosavilla, Costi and Luca
-ladies. They were all very gay round the pyramid of knickknacks,
-behaving like children when the number of one of them turned up on
-the roulette-wheel.
-
-"Mrs. Uxeley," Cornélie began, in a trembling voice, "may I introduce
-a fellow-countryman of mine? Baron Brox."
-
-Mrs. Uxeley simpered, uttered a few amiable words and asked if he
-wouldn't draw a number.
-
-The roulette-wheel spun round and round.
-
-"A fellow-countryman, Cornélie?"
-
-"Yes, Mrs. Uxeley."
-
-"What do you say his name is?"
-
-"Baron Brox."
-
-"A splendid fellow! A handsome fellow! An astonishingly handsome
-fellow!... What is he? What does he do?"
-
-"He's in the army, a first lieutenant...."
-
-"In which regiment?"
-
-"In the hussars."
-
-"At the Hague?"
-
-"Yes."
-
-"An amazingly good-looking fellow! I like those tall, fine men."
-
-"Mrs. Uxeley, is everything going as it should?"
-
-"Yes, darling."
-
-"Do you feel all right?"
-
-"I have a little pain, but nothing to speak about."
-
-"Won't it soon be time for the pavane?"
-
-"Yes, see that the girls go and get dressed. Has the hairdresser
-brought the wigs for the young men?"
-
-"Yes."
-
-"Then go and collect them and tell them to hurry up. They must be
-ready within half an hour...."
-
-Rudolph Brox returned from the tombola, where he had drawn a silver
-match-box. He thanked Mrs. Uxeley, who simpered, and, when he saw
-that Cornélie was moving away, he went after her:
-
-"Cornélie ..."
-
-"Please, Rudolph, let me be. I have to collect the girls and the men
-for the pavane. I have a lot to do...."
-
-"I'll help you...."
-
-She beckoned to a girl or two and sent a couple of footmen to hunt
-through the room for the young men and to ask them to go to the
-dressing-room. He saw that she was pale and trembling all over
-her body:
-
-"What's the matter?"
-
-"I'm tired."
-
-"Then let's go and get something to drink."
-
-She was numb with nervousness. The music of the invisible band
-boom-boomed fiercely against her brain; and at times the innumerable
-candles whirled before her eyes like a reeling firmament. The rooms
-were choked with people. They crowded and laughed aloud and showed
-one another their presents; the men trod on the ladies' trains. An
-intoxicating, suffocating fragrance of flowers, the atmosphere peculiar
-to crowded functions and the warm, perfumed odour of women's flesh
-hung in the rooms like a cloud. Cornélie hunted hither and thither
-and at last collected all the girls. The ballet-master came to ask
-her something. A butler came to ask her something. And Brox did not
-budge from her side.
-
-"Let's go now and get something to drink," he said.
-
-She mechanically took his arm; and her hand trembled on the sleeve of
-his dress-coat. He pushed his way with her through the crowd; they
-passed Urania and De Breuil. Urania said something which Cornélie
-did not catch. The refreshment-room also was chock-full and buzzed
-with loud, laughing voices. Behind the long tables stood the butler,
-like a minister, supervising the whole service. There was no crowding,
-no fighting for a glass of wine or a sandwich. People waited until
-a footman brought it on a tray.
-
-"It's very well managed," said Brox. "Do you do all this?"
-
-"No, it's been done like this for years...."
-
-She dropped into a chair, looking very pale.
-
-"What will you have?"
-
-"A glass of champagne."
-
-"I'm hungry. I had a bad dinner at my hotel. I must have something
-to eat."
-
-He ordered the champagne for her. He ate first a patty, then another,
-then a châteaubriant and peas. He drank two glasses of claret, followed
-by a glass of champagne. The footman brought him everything, dish by
-dish, on a silver tray. His handsome, virile face was brick-red in
-colour with health and animal strength. The stiff hair on his round,
-heavy skull was cropped quite close. His large grey eyes were bright
-and laughing, with a straight, impudent glance. A heavy, well-tended
-moustache curled over his mouth, in which the white teeth gleamed. He
-stood with his legs slightly astraddle, firm and soldierly in his
-dress-coat, which he wore with an easy correctness. He ate slowly
-and with relish, enjoying his good glass of fine wine.
-
-Mechanically she now watched him, from her chair. She had drunk a
-glass of champagne and asked for another; and the stimulant revived
-her. Her cheeks recovered some of their colour; her eyes sparkled.
-
-"They do you damn well here," he said, coming up to her with his
-glass in his hand.
-
-And he emptied his glass.
-
-"They are going to dance the pavane almost at once," she murmured.
-
-And they passed through the crowded rooms, to a big corridor outside,
-which looked like an avenue of camellia-shrubs. They were alone for
-a moment.
-
-"This is where the dancers are to meet."
-
-"Then let's wait for them. It's nice and cool out here."
-
-They sat down on a bench.
-
-"Are you feeling better?" he asked. "You were so queer in the
-ball-room."
-
-"Yes, I'm better."
-
-"Don't you think it's fun to meet your old husband again?"
-
-"Rudolph, I don't understand how you can talk to me like that and
-persecute me and tease me ... after everything that has happened...."
-
-"Oh, well, all that has happened and is done with!"
-
-"Do you think it's discreet on your part ... or delicate?"
-
-"No, neither discreet nor delicate. Those, you know, are things I've
-never been: you used to fling that in my face often enough, in the
-old days. But, if it's not delicate, it's amusing. Have you lost your
-sense of humour? It's damn jolly humorous, our meeting here.... And
-now listen to me. You and I are divorced. All right. That's so in
-the eyes of the law. But a legal divorce is a matter of law and form,
-for the benefit of society. As regards money affairs and so on. We've
-been too much husband and wife not to feel something for each other
-at a later meeting, such as this. Yes, yes, I know what you want to
-say. It's simply untrue. You have been too much in love with me and I
-with you for everything between us to be dead. I remember everything
-still. And you must do the same. Do you remember when...?"
-
-He laughed, pushed nearer to her and whispered close in her ear. She
-felt his breath thrilling on her flesh like a warm breeze. She flushed
-crimson with nervous distress. And she felt with her whole body
-that he had been her husband and that he had entered into her very
-blood. His voice ran like molten bronze, along her nerves of hearing,
-deep down within her. She knew him through and through. She knew his
-eyes, his mouth. She knew his broad, well-kept hands, with the large
-round nails and the dark signet-ring, as they lay on his knees, which
-showed square and powerful under the crease in his dress-trousers. And
-she felt, like a sudden despair, that she knew and felt him in her
-whole body. However rough he might have been to her in the old days,
-however much he had ill-treated her, striking her with his clenched
-fist, banging her against the wall ... she had been his wife. She,
-a virgin, had become his wife, had been initiated into womanhood by
-him. And she felt that he had branded her as his own, she felt it in
-her blood and in the marrow of her bones. She confessed to herself that
-she had never forgotten him. During the first lonely days in Rome,
-she had longed for his kisses, she had thought of him, had conjured
-up his virile image before her mind, had persuaded herself to believe
-that, by exercising tact and patience and a little management, she
-could have remained his wife....
-
-Then the great happiness had come, the gentle happiness of perfect
-harmony!...
-
-It all flashed through her like lightning.
-
-Oh, in that great, gentle happiness she had been able to forget
-everything, she had not felt the past within her! But she now felt
-that the past always remained, irrevocably and indelibly. She had
-been his wife and she held him still in her blood. She felt it now
-with every breath that she drew. She was indignant because he dared
-to whisper about the old days, in her ear; but it had all been as he
-said, irrevocably, indelibly.
-
-"Rudolph!" she entreated, clasping her hands together. "Spare me!"
-
-She almost screamed it, in a cry of fear and despair. But he laughed
-and with one hand seized both hers, clasped in entreaty:
-
-"If you go on like that, if you look at me so beseechingly with
-those beautiful eyes, I won't spare you even here and I'll kiss you
-until ..."
-
-His words swept over her like a scorching wind. But laughing voices
-approached; and two girls and two young men, dressed up, for the
-pavane, as Henri IV. and Marguerite de Valois, came running down
-the stairs:
-
-"What's become of the others?" they cried, looking round in the
-staircase.
-
-And they came dancing up to Cornélie. The ballet-master also
-approached. She did not understand what he said:
-
-"Where are the others?" she repeated, mechanically, in a hoarse voice.
-
-"Here they come.... Now we're all there...."
-
-They were all talking and laughing and glittering and buzzing
-about her. She summoned up all her poor strength and issued a few
-instructions. The guests streamed into the great ball-room, sat down
-in the front chairs, crowded together in the corners. The pavane was
-danced in the middle of the room, to an old trailing melody: a long,
-winding curve of graceful steps, deep bows and satin gleaming with
-sudden lustre like that of porcelain ... with the occasional flutter
-of a cape ... and a flash of light on a rapier....
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XLVIII
-
-
-"Urania, I beseech you, help me!"
-
-"What is it?"
-
-"Come with me...."
-
-She had seized Urania by the hand and dragged her away from De Breuil
-into one of the deserted rooms. The suite of rooms was almost entirely
-deserted; the dense throng of guests stood packed along the sides of
-the great ball-room to watch the pavane.
-
-"What is it, Cornélie?"
-
-Cornélie was trembling in every limb and clutching Urania's arm. She
-drew her to the farthest corner of the room. There was no one there.
-
-"Urania," she entreated, in a supreme crisis of nervousness, "help
-me! What am I to do? I have met him unexpectedly. Don't you know
-whom I mean? My husband. My divorced husband. I had seen him once or
-twice before, in the street and on the Jetée. The time when I was so
-startled, you know, when I almost fainted: that was because of him. And
-he has been talking to me now, here, a moment ago. And I'm afraid of
-him. He spoke quite nicely, said he wanted to talk to me. It was so
-strange. Everything was finished between us. We were divorced. And
-suddenly I meet him and he speaks to me and asks me what sort of
-time I have had, tells me that I am looking well, that I have grown
-beautiful. Tell me, Urania, what I am to do. I'm frightened. I'm ill
-with anxiety. I want to get away. I should like best to go away at
-once, to Florence, to Duco. I am so frightened, Urania. I want to go
-to my room. Tell Mrs. Uxeley that I want to go to my room."
-
-She hardly knew what she was saying. The words fell incoherently from
-her lips, as in a fever. Men's voices approached. They were those
-of Gilio, De Breuil, the Duke di Luca and the young journalists,
-the two who were pushing their way into society.
-
-"What is the Signora de Retz doing?" asked the duke. "We are missing
-her everywhere."
-
-And the young journalists, standing in the shadow of these eminent
-noblemen, confirmed the statement: they had been missing her
-everywhere.
-
-"Fetch Mrs. Uxeley here," Urania whispered to Gilio. "Cornélie
-is ill, I think. I can't leave her here alone. She wants to go to
-her room. It's better that Mrs. Uxeley should know, else she might
-be angry."
-
-Cornélie was jesting nervously, in feverish gaiety, with the duke
-and with De Breuil and the journalists.
-
-"Would you rather I took you straight to Mrs. Uxeley?" Gilio whispered.
-
-"I want to go to my room!" she whispered, in a voice of entreaty,
-behind her fan.
-
-The pavane appeared to be over. The buzz of voices reached them,
-as though the guests were scattering about the rooms again:
-
-"I see Mrs. Uxeley," said Gilio.
-
-He went up to her, spoke to her. She simpered at first, leaning
-on the gold knob of her cane. Then her wrinkles became angrily
-contracted. She crossed the room. Cornélie went on jesting with the
-duke; the journalists thought every word witty.
-
-"Aren't you well?" whispered Mrs. Uxeley, going up to her,
-ruffled. "What about the cotillon?"
-
-"I will see to everything, Mrs. Uxeley," said Urania.
-
-"Impossible, dear princess; and I shouldn't dream of letting you
-either."
-
-"Introduce me to your friend, Cornélie!" said a deep voice behind
-Cornélie.
-
-She felt that voice like bronze inside her body. She turned round
-automatically. It was he. She seemed unable to escape him. And,
-under his glance, as though hypnotized, she appeared, very strangely,
-to recover her strength. It seemed as though he were willing her not
-to be ill. She murmured:
-
-"Urania, may I introduce ... a fellow-countryman?... Baron
-Brox.... Princess di Forte-Braccio...."
-
-Urania knew his name, knew who he was:
-
-"Darling," she whispered to Cornélie, "let me take you to your
-room. I'll see to everything."
-
-"It's no longer necessary," she said. "I'm much better. I only want
-a glass of champagne. I am much better, Mrs. Uxeley."
-
-"Why did you run away from me?" asked Rudolph Brox, with his smile
-and his eyes in Cornélie's eyes.
-
-She smiled and said the first thing that came into her head.
-
-"The dancing has begun," said Mrs. Uxeley. "But who's going to lead
-my cotillon presently?"
-
-"If I can be of any service, Mrs. Uxeley," said Brox, "I have some
-little talent as a cotillon-leader."
-
-Mrs. Uxeley was delighted. It was arranged that De Breuil and Urania,
-Gilio and the Countess Costi and Brox and Cornélie should lead the
-figures in turns.
-
-"You poor darling!" Urania said in Cornélie's ear. "Can you manage it?"
-
-Cornélie smiled:
-
-"Yes, yes, I'm all right again," she whispered.
-
-And she moved towards the ball-room on Brox's arm. Urania stared
-after her in amazement.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XLIX
-
-
-It was twelve o'clock when Cornélie woke that morning. The sun was
-piercing the golden slit in the half-parted curtains with tiny eddying
-atoms. She felt dog-tired. She remembered that Mrs. Uxeley, on the
-morning after one of these parties, left her free to rest: the old
-lady herself stayed in bed, although she did not sleep. And Cornélie
-lacked the smallest capacity to rise. She remained lying where she
-was, heavy with fatigue. Her eyes wandered through the untidy room;
-her handsome ball-dress, hanging listlessly, limply over a chair,
-at once reminded her of yesterday. For that matter, everything in
-her was thinking of yesterday, everything in her was thinking of her
-husband, with a tense, hypnotized consciousness. She felt as if she
-were recovering from a nightmare, a bout of drunkenness, a swoon. It
-was only by drinking glass after glass of champagne that she had
-been able to keep going, had been able to dance with Brox, had been
-able to lead the figure when their turn came. But it was not only
-the champagne. His eyes also had held her up, had prevented her from
-fainting, from bursting into sobs, from screaming and waving her arms
-like a madwoman. When he had taken his leave, when everybody had gone,
-she had collapsed in a heap and been taken to bed. The moment she was
-no longer under his eyes, she had felt her misery and her weakness;
-and the champagne had as it were suddenly clouded her brain.
-
-Now she lay thinking of him in the dejected slackness of her
-overwhelming morning fatigue. And it seemed to her as if her whole
-Italian year had been an interlude, a dream. She saw herself at the
-Hague again, with her pretty little face and her little flirting ways
-and her phrases always to the point. She saw their first meetings and
-how she had at once fallen under his influence and been unable to flirt
-with him, because he laughed at her little feminine defences. He had
-been too strong for her from the first. Then came their engagement. He
-laid down the law and she rebelled, angrily, with violent scenes, not
-wishing to be controlled, injured in her pride as a girl who had always
-been spoiled and made much of. And then he subdued her as though with
-the rude strength of his fist--and always with a laugh on his handsome
-mouth--until they were married, until she created a scandal and ran
-away. He had refused to be divorced at first, but had consented later,
-because of the scandal. She had freed herself, she had fled!...
-
-The feminist movement, Italy, Duco.... Was it a dream? Was the
-great happiness, the delightful harmony, a dream and was she awaking
-after a year of dreams? Was she divorced or was she not? She had to
-make an effort to remember the formalities: yes, they were legally
-divorced. But was she divorced, was everything over between them? And
-was she really no longer his wife?
-
-Why had he done it, why had he pursued her after seeing her once
-at Nice? Oh, he had told her, during that cotillon, that endless
-cotillon! He had become proud of her when he saw how beautiful she
-was and how smart, how happy she looked driving in Mrs. Uxeley's
-or the princess' elegant victoria; it was then that he had seen
-her, beautiful, smart and happy; and he had grown jealous. She, a
-beautiful woman, had been his wife! He felt that he had a right to
-her, notwithstanding the law. What was the law? Had the law taught
-her womanhood or had he? And he had made her feel his right, together
-with the irrevocable past. It was all irrevocable and indelible....
-
-She looked about her, at her wits' end what to do. And she began to
-weep, to sob. Then she felt something gaining strength within her,
-the instinctive rebellion that leapt up within her like a spring which
-had at length recovered its resilience, now that she was resting and
-no longer under his eyes. She would not. She would not. She refused
-to feel him in her blood. Should she meet him once more, she would
-speak to him calmly, very curtly, and order him to leave her, show
-him the door, have him put out of the door.... She clenched her fists
-with rage. She hated him. She thought of Duco.... And she thought
-of writing to him, telling him everything. And she thought of going
-back to him as quickly as possible. He was not a dream, he existed,
-even though he was living so far away, at Florence. She had saved a
-little money, they would find their happiness again in the studio in
-Rome. She would write to him; and she wanted to get away as quickly
-as possible. With Duco she would be safe. Oh, how she longed for him,
-to lie so softly and quietly and blissfully in his arms, against
-his breast, as in the embrace of a miraculous happiness! Was it all
-true, their happiness, their love and harmony? Yes, it had existed,
-it was not a dream. There was his photograph; there, on the wall,
-were two of his water-colours--the sea at Sorrento and the skies over
-Amalfi--done in those days which had been like poems. She would be
-safer with him. When she was with Duco, she would not feel Rudolph,
-her husband, in her blood. For she felt Duco in her soul; and her soul
-would be the stronger! She would feel Duco in her soul, in her heart,
-in all the most fervent part of her life and gather from him her
-uppermost strength, like a sheaf of gleaming sword-blades! Already
-now, when she thought of him with such longing, she felt herself
-growing stronger. She could have spoken to Brox now. Yesterday he
-had taken her by surprise, had squeezed her between himself and
-that looking-glass, till she had seen him double and lost her wits
-and been defeated. That would never happen again. That was only due
-to the surprise. If she spoke to him again now, she would triumph,
-thanks to what she had learnt as a woman who stood on her own feet.
-
-And she got up and opened the windows and put on her dressing-gown. She
-looked at the blue sea, at the motley traffic on the Promenade. And
-she sat down and wrote to Duco. She told him everything: her first
-startled meeting, her surprise and defeat at the ball. Her pen flew
-over the paper. She did not hear the knock at the door, did not hear
-Urania come in carefully, fearing lest she should still be asleep
-and anxious to know how she felt. Excitedly she read out part of her
-letter and said that she was ashamed of her weakness of yesterday. How
-she could have behaved like that she herself was unable to understand.
-
-No, she herself could not understand it. Now that she felt somewhat
-rested and was speaking to Urania, who reminded her of Rome, and
-holding her long letter to Duco in her hand ... now she herself did
-not understand it all and wondered which had been a dream: her Italian
-year of happiness or that nightmare of yesterday....
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER L
-
-
-She stayed at home for a day, feeling tired and, deep down within
-herself, almost unconsciously, afraid, in spite of all, of meeting
-him. But Mrs. Uxeley, who would never hear of illness or fatigue,
-was so much put out that Cornélie accompanied her next day to the
-Promenade des Anglais. Friends came up to talk to them and gathered
-round their chairs, with Rudolph Brox among them. But Cornélie avoided
-any confidential conversation.
-
-Some days later, however, he called on Mrs. Uxeley's at-home day;
-and, amid the crowd of visitors paying duty-calls after the party,
-he was able to speak to her for a moment alone. He came up to her
-with that laugh of his, as though his eyes were laughing, as though
-his moustache were laughing. And she collected all her thoughts,
-so that she might be firm with him:
-
-"Rudolph," she said, loftily, "it is simply ridiculous. If you don't
-think it indelicate, you might at least try to think it ridiculous. It
-tickles your sense of humour, but imagine what people would say about
-it in Holland!... The other evening, at the party, you took me by
-surprise and somehow--I really don't know how it happened--I yielded
-to your strange wish to dance with me and to lead the cotillon. I
-frankly confess, I was confused. I now see everything clearly and
-plainly and I tell you this: I refuse to meet you again. I refuse
-to speak to you again. I refuse to turn the solemn earnest of our
-divorce into a farce."
-
-"If you look back," he said, "you will recollect that you never got
-anything out of me with that lofty tone and those dignified airs,
-but that, on the contrary, you just stimulate me to do what you
-don't want...."
-
-"If that is so, I shall simply tell Mrs. Uxeley in what relation I
-stand to you and ask her to forbid you her house."
-
-He laughed. She lost her temper:
-
-"Do you intend to behave like a gentleman or like a cad?"
-
-He turned red and clenched his fists:
-
-"Curse you!" he hissed, in his moustache.
-
-"Perhaps you would like to hit me and knock me about?" she continued,
-scornfully.
-
-He mastered himself.
-
-"We are in a room full of people," she sneered, defiantly. "What if
-we were alone? You've already clenched your fists! You would thrash
-me as you did before. You brute! You brute!"
-
-"And you are very brave in this room full of people!" he laughed,
-with his laugh which incited her to rage, when it did not subdue
-her. "No, I shouldn't thrash you," he continued. "I should kiss you."
-
-"This is the last time you're going to speak to me!" she hissed
-furiously. "Go away! Go away! Or I don't know what I shall do,
-I shall make a scene."
-
-He sat down calmly:
-
-"As you please," he said, quietly.
-
-She stood trembling before him, impotent. Some one spoke to her; the
-footman handed her some tea. She was now in the midst of a circle of
-men; and, mastering herself, she jested, with loud, nervous gaiety,
-flirted more coquettishly than ever. There was a little court around
-her, with the Duke di Luca as its ring-leader. Close by, Rudolph Brox
-sat drinking his tea, with apparent calmness, as though waiting. But
-his strong, masterful blood was boiling madly within him. He could have
-murdered her and he was seeing red with jealousy. That woman was his,
-despite the law. He was not going to be afraid of any more scandal. She
-was beautiful, she was as he wished her to be and he wanted her,
-his wife. He knew how he would win her back; and this time he would
-not lose her, this time she should be his, for as long as he wished.
-
-As soon as he was able to speak to her unheard, he came up to her
-again. She was just going to Urania, whom she saw sitting with
-Mrs. Uxeley, when he said in her ear, sternly and abruptly:
-
-"Cornélie...."
-
-She turned round mechanically, but with her haughty glance. She
-would rather have gone on, but could not: something held her back,
-a secret strength, a secret superiority, which sounded in his voice
-and flowed into her with a weight as of bronze that weakened and
-paralysed her energy.
-
-"What is it?" she asked.
-
-"I want to speak to you alone."
-
-"No."
-
-"Yes. Listen to me calmly for a moment, if you can. I am calm too,
-as you see. You needn't be afraid of me. I promise not to ill-treat
-you or even to swear at you. But I must speak to you, alone. After our
-meeting, after the ball last week, we can't part like this. You are
-not even entitled to show me the door, after talking to me and dancing
-with me so recently. There's no reason and no logic in it. You lost
-your temper. But let us both keep our tempers now. I want to speak
-to you...."
-
-"I can't: Mrs. Uxeley doesn't like me to leave the drawing-room when
-there are people here. I am dependent on her."
-
-He laughed:
-
-"You are almost even more dependent on her than you used to be on
-me! But you can give me just a second, in the next room."
-
-"No."
-
-"Yes, you can."
-
-"What do you want to speak to me about?"
-
-"I can't tell you here."
-
-"I can't speak to you alone."
-
-"I'll tell you what it is: you're afraid to."
-
-"No."
-
-"Yes, you are: you're afraid of me. With all your airs and your
-dignity, you're afraid to be alone with me for a moment."
-
-"I'm not afraid."
-
-"You are afraid. You're shaking in your shoes with fear. You received
-me with a fine speech which you rehearsed in advance. Now that you've
-delivered your speech ... it's over and you're frightened."
-
-"I am not frightened."
-
-"Then come with me, my plucky authoress of The Social Position of the
-What's-her-name! I promise, I swear that I shall be calm and tell you
-calmly what I have to say to you; and I give you my word of honour not
-to hit you.... Which room shall we go to?... Do you refuse? Listen
-to me: if you don't come with me, it's not finished yet. If you do,
-perhaps it will be finished ... and you will never see me again."
-
-"What can you have to say to me?"
-
-"Come."
-
-She yielded because of his voice, not because of his words:
-
-"But only for three minutes."
-
-"Very well, three minutes."
-
-She took him into the passage and into an empty room:
-
-"Well what is it?" she asked, frightened.
-
-"Don't be frightened," he said, laughing under his moustache. "Don't
-be frightened. I only wanted to tell you ... that you are my wife. Do
-you understand that? Don't try to deny it. I felt it at the ball the
-other night, when I had my arm round you, waltzing with you. Don't
-try to deny that you pressed yourself against me for a moment. You're
-my wife. I felt it then and I feel it now. And you feel it too, though
-you would like to deny it. But that won't help you. What has been can't
-be altered; and what has been ... always remains part of you. There,
-you can't say that I am not speaking prettily and delicately. Not an
-oath, not an improper word has escaped my lips. For I don't want to
-make you angry. I only want to make you confess that what I say is
-true and that you are still my wife. That law doesn't signify. It's
-another law that rules us. It's a law that rules you especially; a law
-which, without our ever suspecting it, brings us together again, even
-though it does so by a very strange, roundabout path, along which you,
-especially, have strayed. That law rules you especially. I am convinced
-that you still love me, or at least that you are still in love with
-me. I feel it, I know it as a fact: don't try to deny it. It's no
-use, Cornélie. And I'll tell you something besides: I am in love
-with you too and more so than ever. I feel it when you're flirting
-with those fellows. I could wring your neck then, I could break every
-bone in their bodies.... Don't be afraid: I'm not going to; I'm not
-in a temper. I just wanted to talk to you calmly and make you see the
-truth. Do you see it before you? It is in-con-tro-ver-tible. You see,
-you have nothing to say in reply. Facts are facts.... Will you show
-me the door now? Do you still propose to speak to Mrs. Uxeley? I
-shouldn't, if I were you. Your friend, the princess, knows who I am:
-leave it at that. Had the old woman never heard my name, or has she
-forgotten it? Forgotten it, I expect. Well, then, don't trouble to
-refresh her ancient memory. Leave things as they are. It's better to
-say nothing. No, the position is not ridiculous and it's not humorous
-either. It has become very serious: the truth is always serious. It is
-strange, I admit: I should never have expected it. It's a revelation
-to me as well.... And now I've said what I had to say. Less than five
-minutes by my watch. They will hardly have noticed your absence in the
-drawing-room. And now I'm going; but first give your husband a kiss,
-for I am your husband ... and always shall be."
-
-She stood trembling before him. It was his voice, which fell like
-molten bronze into her soul, into her body, and lamed and paralysed
-her. It was his voice of persuasion, of persuasive charm, the voice
-which she knew of old, the voice that compelled her to do everything
-that he wanted. Under the influence of that voice she became a thing,
-a chattel, something that belonged to him, once he had branded her
-for ever as his mate. She was powerless to cast him out of herself,
-to shake him from herself, to erase from herself the stamp of his
-possession and the brand which marked her as his property. She was
-his; and anything that otherwise was herself had left her. There was
-no longer in her brain either memory or thought....
-
-She saw him come up to her and put his arm around her. He took
-her to his breast slowly but so firmly that he seemed to be taking
-possession of her entirely. She felt herself melting away in his
-arms as in a scorching flame. On her lips she felt his mouth, his
-moustache, pressing, pressing, pressing, until she closed her eyes,
-half-fainting. He said something more in her ear, with that voice
-under which she seemed not to count, as though she were nothing,
-as though she existed only through him. When he released her, she
-staggered on her feet.
-
-"Come, pull yourself together," she heard him say, calmly,
-authoritatively, omnipotently. "And accept the position. Things are
-as they are. There's no altering them. Thank you for letting me speak
-to you. Everything is all right between us now: I'm sure of it. And
-now au revoir. Au revoir...."
-
-He kissed her again:
-
-"Give me a kiss too," he said, with that voice of his.
-
-She flung her arm round his body and kissed him on the lips.
-
-"Au revoir," he said, once more.
-
-She saw him laugh under his moustache; his eyes laughed at her with
-flames of gold; and he went away. She heard his feet going down the
-stairs and ringing on the marble of the hall, with the strength of his
-firm tread.... She remained standing as though bereft of life. In the
-drawing-room, next to the room in which she was, the hum of laughing
-voices sounded loudly. She saw Rome before her, saw Duco, in a short
-flash of lightning.... It was gone.... And, collapsing into a chair,
-she uttered a suppressed cry of despair, put her hands before her
-face and sobbed, restraining her despair before all those people,
-dully, as from a stifling throat.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER LI
-
-
-She had but one thought: to take to flight. To fly from his mastery,
-to fly from the emanation of that dominion which, mysteriously but
-irrevocably, wiped away with his caress all that was in her of will,
-energy and self. She remembered having felt the same thing in the
-old days: rebellion and anger when he became angry and coarse, but
-an eclipse of self when he caressed her; an inability to think when
-he merely laid his hand upon her head; a swooning away into a vast
-nothingness when he took her in his arms and kissed her. She had felt
-it from the first time of seeing him, when he stood before her and
-looked down upon her with that light irony in the smile of his eyes and
-his moustache, as though he took pleasure in her resistance--at that
-time prompted by flirting and fun, soon by petulance, later by anger
-and fury--as though he took pleasure in her futile feminine attempts to
-escape his power. He had at once realized that he ruled this woman. And
-she had found in him her master, her sole master. For no other man
-pressed down upon her with that empire which was of the blood, of the
-flesh. On the contrary, she was usually the superior. She had about
-her a cool indifference which was always provoking her to destructive
-criticism. She had a need for fun, for cheerful conversation, for
-coquetry, for flirtation; and, always a mistress of quick repartee,
-she invited the occasion for repartee; but, apart from this, men
-meant little to her and she always saw the absurd side of each of
-them, thinking this one too short, that one too tall, a third clumsy,
-a fourth stupid, finding something in every one of them to rouse her
-laughter, her mockery or her criticism. She would never be a woman to
-give herself to many. She had met Duco and given herself to him with
-her love, wholly, as one great inseparable golden gift; and after
-him she would never fall in love again. But before Duco she had met
-Rudolph Brox. Perhaps, if she had met him after Duco, his mastery
-would not have swayed her. She did not know. And what was the good
-of thinking about it. The thing was as it was. In her blood she was
-not a woman for many; in her blood she was the wife, the spouse, the
-consort. Of the man who had been her husband she was in her flesh and
-in her blood the wife; and she was his wife even without love. For she
-could not call this love: she gave the name of love only to that other
-passion, that proud, tender and intense completion of life's harmony,
-that journey along one golden line, the marriage of two gleaming
-lines.... But the phantom hands had risen all about them in a cloud,
-the hands had mysteriously and inevitably divided their golden line;
-and hers, a winding curve, had leapt back, like a quivering spring,
-crossing a darker line of former days, a sombre line of the past,
-a dark track full of unconscious action and fatal bondage. Oh,
-the strangeness, the most mysterious strangeness of those lines of
-life! Why should they curl back, force her backwards to her original
-starting-point? Why had it all been necessary?
-
-She had but one thought: to take to flight. She did not see the
-inevitability of those lines and the fatality of those paths and
-she did not wish to feel the pressure of the phantom hands that rose
-about her. To fly, to turn up the dusky path, back to the point of
-separation, back to Duco, and with him to rebraid and twist the two
-lost directions into one pure movement, one line of happiness!...
-
-To fly, to fly! She told Urania that she was going. She begged Urania
-to forgive her, because it was she who had recommended her to the old
-woman whom she was now suddenly leaving. And she told Mrs. Uxeley,
-without caring for her anger, her temper or her words of abuse. She
-admitted that she was ungrateful. But there was a vital necessity which
-compelled her suddenly to leave Nice. She swore that it existed. She
-swore that it would mean unhappiness, even ruin, were she to stay. She
-explained it to Urania in a single sentence. But she did not explain
-it to the old woman and left her in an impotent fury which made her
-writhe with rheumatic aches and pains. She left behind her everything
-that she had received from Mrs. Uxeley, all the superfluous wardrobe
-of her dependence. She put on an old frock. She went to the station
-like a criminal, trembling lest she should meet him. But she knew
-that at this hour he was always at Monte Carlo. Nevertheless she went
-in a closed cab and she took a second-class ticket for Florence. She
-telegraphed to Duco. And she fled.
-
-She had nothing left but him. She could never again count upon
-Mrs. Uxeley; and Urania had behaved coolly, not understanding that
-singular flight, because she did not understand the simple truth,
-Rudolph Brox' power. She thought that Cornélie was making things
-difficult for herself. In the circle in which Urania lived, her sense
-of social morality had wavered since her liaison with the Chevalier
-de Breuil. Hearing the Italian law of love whispered all around
-her, the law that love is as simple as an opening rose, she did not
-understand Cornélie's struggle. She no longer resented anything that
-Gilio did; and he in his turn left her free. What was happening to
-Cornélie? Surely it was all very simple, if she was still fond of her
-divorced husband! Why should she run away to Duco and make herself
-ridiculous in the eyes of all their acquaintances? And so she had
-parted coolly from Cornélie; but still she missed her friend. She
-was the Princess di Forte-Braccio; and lately, on her birthday,
-Prince Ercole had sent her a great emerald, out of the carefully kept
-family-jewels, as though she were becoming worthy of them gradually,
-stone by stone! But she missed Cornélie and she felt lonely, deadly
-lonely, notwithstanding her emerald and her lover....
-
-Cornélie fled: she had nothing in the world but Duco. But in him she
-would have everything. And, when she saw him at Florence, at the Santa
-Maria Novella Station, she flung herself on his breast and clung to him
-as to a cross of redemption, a saviour. He led her sobbing to a cab;
-and they drove to his room. There she looked round her nervously,
-done up with the overstrain of her long journey, thinking every
-minute that Rudolph would come after her. She told Duco everything,
-opened her heart to him entirely, as though he were her conscience, as
-though he were her soul, her god. She nestled up against him, she told
-him that he must help her. It was as though she were praying to him;
-her anguish went up to him like a prayer. He kissed her; and she knew
-that manner of comforting, she knew that tender caressing. She suddenly
-fell against him, utterly relaxed; and so she continued to lie, with
-closed eyes. It was as though she were sinking in a lake, in a blue
-sacred lake, mystic as the Lake of San Stefano in the sleeping night,
-powdered with stars. And she heard him say that he would help her;
-that there was nothing in her fears; that that man had no power over
-her; that he would never have any power over her, if she became his,
-Duco's, wife. She looked at him and did not understand what he was
-saying. She looked at him feverishly, as though he had awakened her
-suddenly while she lay sleeping for a second in the blue calmness
-of the mystic lake. She did not understand, but, dead-tired, she hid
-her face against his arm again and fell asleep.
-
-She was dead-tired. She slept for two hours immovably, breathing
-deeply, upon his breast. When he shifted his arm, she just moved her
-head heavily, like a flower on a weary stalk, but she slept on. He
-stroked her forehead, her hair; and she slept on, with her hand in
-his. She slept as if she had not slept for days, for weeks.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER LII
-
-
-"There is nothing to be afraid of, Cornélie," he said,
-convincingly. "That man has no power over you if you refuse, if you
-refuse with a firm will. I do not see what he could do. You are quite
-free, absolutely released from him. That you ran away so precipitately
-was certainly not wise: it will look to him like a flight. Why did you
-not tell him calmly that he can't claim any rights in you? Why did you
-not say that you loved me? If need were, you could have said that we
-were engaged. How can you have been so weak and so terrified? It's not
-like you! But, now that you are here, all is well. We are together
-now. Shall we go back to Rome to-morrow or shall we remain here a
-little first? I have always longed to show you Florence. Look, there,
-in front of us, is the Arno; there is the Ponto Vecchio; there is the
-Uffizi. You've been here before, but you didn't know Italy then. You'll
-enjoy it more now. Oh, it is so lovely here! Let us stay a week or
-two first. I have a little money; you need have no fear. And life is
-cheaper here than in Rome. Living in this room, we shall spend hardly
-anything. I have light enough through this window to sketch by, now
-and again. Or else I go and work in the San Marco or in San Lorenzo or
-up on San Miniato. It is delightfully quiet in the cloisters. There
-are a few excursionists at times; but I don't mind that. And you can
-go with me, with a book, a book about Florence; I'll tell you what
-to read. You must learn to know Donatello, Brunelleschi, Ghiberti,
-but, above all, Donatello. We shall see him in the Bargello. And
-Lippo Memmi's Annunciation, the golden Annunciation! You shall see
-how like our angel is to it, our beautiful angel of happiness, the
-one you gave me! It is so rich here; we shall not feel that we are
-poor. We need so little. Or have you been spoilt by your luxury at
-Nice? But I know you so well: you will forget that at once; and we
-shall win through together. And presently we shall go back to Rome. But
-this time ... married, my darling, and you belonging to me entirely,
-legally. It must be so now; you must not refuse me again. We'll go
-to the consul to-morrow and ask what papers we want from Holland
-and what will be the quickest way of getting married. And meanwhile
-you must look upon yourself as my wife. Until now we have been very,
-very happy ... but you were not my wife. Once you feel yourself to
-be my wife--even though we wait another fortnight for those papers
-to sign--you will feel safe and peaceful. There is nobody and nothing
-that has any power over you. You're not well, if you really think there
-is. And then I'll bet you, when we are married, my mother will make it
-up with us. Everything will come right, my darling, my angel.... But
-you must not refuse: we must get married with all possible speed."
-
-She was sitting beside him on a sofa and staring out of doors, where,
-in the square frame of the tall window, the slender campanile rose like
-a marble lily between the dome-crowned harmonies of the Cathedral and
-the Battisterio, while on one side the Palazzio Vecchio lay, a massive,
-battlemented fortress, amid the welter of the streets and roofs, and
-lifted its tower, suddenly expanding into the machicolated summit,
-with Fiesole and the hills shimmering behind it in the purple of the
-evening. The noble city of eternal grace gleamed a golden bronze in
-the last reflection of the setting sun.
-
-"We must get married at once?" she repeated, with a doubting
-interrogation.
-
-"Yes, as soon as ever we can, darling."
-
-"But Duco, dearest Duco, it's less possible now than ever. Don't you
-see that it can't be done? It's impossible, impossible. It might have
-been possible before, some months ago, a year ago ... perhaps, perhaps
-not even then. Perhaps it was never possible. It is so difficult to
-say. But now it can't be done, really not...."
-
-"Don't you love me well enough?"
-
-"How can you ask me such a question? How can you ask me, darling? But
-it's not that. It is ... it is ... it can't be, because I am not free."
-
-"Not free?"
-
-"I am not free. I may feel free later ... or perhaps not, perhaps
-never.... My dearest Duco, it is impossible. I wrote to you, you know:
-that first meeting at the ball; it was so strange; I felt that ..."
-
-"That what?"
-
-She took his hand and stroked it; her eyes were vague, her words
-were vague:
-
-"You see ... he has been my husband."
-
-"But you're divorced from him: not merely separated, but divorced!"
-
-"Yes, I'm divorced; but it's not that."
-
-"What then, dearest?"
-
-She shook her head and hid her face against him:
-
-"I can't tell you, Duco."
-
-"Why not?"
-
-"I'm ashamed."
-
-"Tell me; do you still love him?"
-
-"No, it's not love. I love you."
-
-"But what then, my darling? Why are you ashamed?"
-
-She began to cry on his shoulder:
-
-"I feel...."
-
-"What?"
-
-"That I am not free, although ... although I am divorced. I feel
-... that I am his wife all the same."
-
-She whispered the words almost inaudibly.
-
-"But then you do love him and more than you love me."
-
-"No, no, I swear I don't!"
-
-"But, darling, you're not talking sense!"
-
-"Yes, indeed I am."
-
-"No, you're not. It's impossible!"
-
-"It isn't. It's quite possible. And he told me so ... and I felt
-it...."
-
-"But the fellow's hypnotizing you!"
-
-"No, it's not hypnotism. It's not a delusion: it's a reality, deep,
-deep down within myself. Look here, you know me: you know how I
-feel. I love you and you only. That alone is love. I have never
-loved any one else. I am not a woman who is susceptible to.... I'm
-not hysterical. But with him ... No other man, no man whom I have
-ever met, rouses that feeling in me ... that feeling that I am not
-myself. That I belong to him, that I am his property, his chattel."
-
-She threw her arms about him, she hid herself like a child in his
-breast:
-
-"It is so strange.... You know me, don't you? I can be plucky and I
-am independent and I am never at a loss for an answer. But with him
-I am no longer sure of myself, I no longer have a life of my own. And
-I do what he tells me to."
-
-"But that is hypnotism: you can escape that, if you seriously wish
-to. I will help you."
-
-"It is not hypnotism. It is a truth, deep down inside me. It exists
-inside me. I know that it is so, that it has to be so.... Duco, it
-is impossible. I can't become your wife. I mustn't become your wife
-... less now than ever. Perhaps...."
-
-"Perhaps what?"
-
-"Perhaps I always felt like that, without knowing it, that it must
-not be. Both for you and for me ... and for him too.... Perhaps that
-was what I felt, without knowing it, when I talked as I used to,
-about my antipathy for marriage."
-
-"But that antipathy arose from your marriage ... with him!"
-
-"Yes, that's the strange part of it. I dislike him ... and yet...."
-
-"Yet you're in love with him!"
-
-"Yet I belong to him."
-
-"And you tell me that you love me!"
-
-She took his head in her two hands:
-
-"Try to understand. It tires me so, trying to make you understand. I
-love you ... but I am his wife...."
-
-"Are you forgetting what you were to me in Rome?..."
-
-"I was everything to you: love, happiness, intense happiness.... There
-was the most intense harmony between us: I shall never forget
-it.... But I was not your wife."
-
-"Not my wife!"
-
-"No, I was your mistress.... I was unfaithful to him.... Oh, don't
-repulse me! Pity me, pity me!"
-
-He had unconsciously made a gesture that frightened her.
-
-"Let me stay like this, leaning against you. May I? I am so tired and
-I feel restful, leaning against you like this, my darling. My darling,
-my darling ... things will never be as they were. What are we to do?"
-
-"I don't know," he said, in despair. "I want to marry you as soon as
-may be. You won't consent."
-
-"I can't. I mustn't."
-
-"Then I don't know what to do or say."
-
-"Don't be angry. Don't leave me. Help me, do, do! I love you, I love
-you, I love you!"
-
-She drew him into her arms, in a close, sudden embrace, as though in
-perplexity and despair. He kissed her passionately in response.
-
-"O God, tell me what to do!" she prayed, as she, lay hopelessly
-perplexed in his embrace.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER LIII
-
-
-Next day, when Cornélie walked with Duco through Florence, when they
-entered the courtyard of the Palazzo Vecchio, saw the Loggia dei Lanzi
-and looked in at the Uffizi to see Memmi's Annunciation, she felt
-something like her former sensations irresistibly unfolding within
-her. They seemed to have taken their lines which had burst asunder and
-with human force to have bent them together again into one path, along
-which the white daisies and white lilies shot up with a tenderness of
-soft, mystic recognition that was almost like a dream. And yet it was
-not quite the same as before. An oppression as of a grey cloud hung
-between her and the deep-blue sky, which hung out stretched like strips
-of æther, like paths of lofty, quivering atmosphere, above the narrow
-streets, above the domes and towers and turrets. She no longer felt the
-former apprehension; there was a remembrance in her, a heavy pondering
-weighed upon her brain, an anxiety for what was about to happen. She
-had a presentiment as of a coming storm; and when, after their walk,
-they had had something to eat and went home, she dragged herself up the
-stairs to Duco's room more wearily than she had ever done in Rome. And
-she at once saw a letter lying on the table, a letter addressed to
-her. But how addressed! It gave her so violent a start that she began
-to tremble in every limb and managed to thrust the letter away even
-before Duco had followed her into the room. She took off her hat and
-told Duco that she wanted to get something out of her trunk, which
-was standing in the passage. He asked if he could help her; but she
-said no and left the room and went into the narrow passage. Here,
-standing by the little window overlooking the Arno, she took out
-the letter. It was the only place where she could read for a moment
-undisturbed. And she read that address again, written in his hand,
-which she knew so well, with its great thick, heavy characters. The
-name which she bore abroad was her maiden name; she called herself
-Madame de Retz van Loo. But on the envelope she read, briefly:
-
-
-    "Baronne Brox,
-    37, Lung' Arno Torrigiani,
-    Florence."
-
-
-A deep crimson flush mantled over her face. She had borne that name
-for a year. Why did he call her by it now? Where was the logic in that
-title which, by the law, was hers no longer? What did he mean by it,
-what did he want?... And, standing by the little window, she read
-his short but imperious letter. He wrote that he took her flight very
-much amiss, especially after their last conversation. He wrote that,
-at this last interview, she had granted him every right over her,
-that she had not denied it and that, by kissing him and putting her
-arms around him, she had shown that she regarded herself as his wife,
-just as he regarded her as his wife. He wrote that he would not now
-resent her independent life of a year in Rome, because she was then
-still free, but that he was offended at her still looking upon herself
-as free and that he would not accept the insult of her flight. He
-called upon her to return. He said that he had no legal right to do
-so, but that he did it because he nevertheless had a right, a right
-which she could not dispute, which indeed she had not disputed, which
-on the contrary she had acknowledged by her kiss. He had learnt her
-address from the porter of the Villa Uxeley. And he ended by repeating
-that she was to return to Nice, to him, at the Hôtel Continental, and
-telling her that, if she did not do this, he would come to Florence
-and she would be responsible for the consequences of her refusal.
-
-Her knees shook; she was hardly able to stand upright. Should she
-show Duco the letter or keep it from him? She had to make up her mind
-then and there. He was calling to her from the room, asking what
-she was doing so long in the passage. She went in and was too weak
-to refrain from throwing herself on his breast. She showed him the
-letter. Leaning against him, sobbing violently, she heard him fume
-and rage, saw the veins on his temples swell, saw him clench his
-fists and roll the letter into a ball and dash it to the floor. He
-told her not to be frightened, said that he would protect her. He too
-regarded her as his wife. It all depended upon the light in which she
-henceforth regarded herself. She did not speak, merely sobbed, broken
-with fatigue, with fright, with head-ache. She undressed and went to
-bed, her teeth chattering with fever. He drew her curtains to darken
-the room and told her to go to sleep. His voice sounded angry and she
-thought that he was angry at her lack of resolution. She sobbed and
-cried herself to sleep. But in her sleep she felt the terror within
-herself and again felt the irresistible pressure. While sleeping
-she dreamt of what she could reply and wrote to Brox, but it was not
-clear what she wrote: it was all a vague, impotent pleading for mercy.
-
-When she woke, she saw Duco beside her bed. She took his hand; she was
-calmer. But she had no hope. She had no faith in the days that were
-coming. She looked at him and saw him gloomy, stern and self-contained,
-as she had never seen him before. Oh, their happiness was past! On
-that fatal day when he had seen her to the train in Rome, they had
-taken leave of their happiness. It was gone, it was gone! Gone the
-dear walks through ruins and museums, the trips to Frascati, Naples,
-Amalfi! Gone the dear, fond life of poverty in the big studio, among
-the gleaming colours of the old brocades and chasubles, of the old
-bronzes and silver! Gone the gazing together at his water-colour of
-The Banners, she with her head on his shoulder, within his arm, living
-his art with him, enjoying his work with him! Gone the ecstasy of the
-night in the pergola, in the star-spangled night, with the sacred lake
-at their feet! Life was not to be repeated. They had tried in vain to
-repeat it here, in this room, at Florence, in the Palazzo Vecchio,
-tried in vain to repeat it even in the presence of Memmi's angel
-emitting his beam of light! They tried in vain to repeat their life,
-their happiness, their love; it was in vain that they had forced
-together the lines which had burst asunder. These had merely twined
-round each other for a moment, in a despairing curve. It was gone,
-it was gone!... Gloomy and stern he sat beside her bed; and she knew
-it, he felt that he was powerless because she did not feel herself
-to be his wife. His mistress!... Oh, she had felt that involuntary
-repulsion when she had uttered the word! Had he not always wanted to
-marry her? But she had always felt unconsciously that it could not be,
-that it must not be. Under all the exuberance of her acrid feministic
-phrases, that had been the unconscious truth. She, railing against
-marriage, had always, inwardly, felt herself to be married ... not by
-a signature, in accordance with the law, but according to an age-old
-law, a primeval right of man over woman, a law and a right of flesh
-and blood and the very marrow of the bones. Oh, above that immovable
-physical truth her soul had blossomed its blossom of white daisies
-and lilies; and that blossom also was the intense truth, the lofty
-truth of happiness and love! But the daisies and lilies blossomed and
-faded: the soul blossoms for but a single summer. The soul does not
-blossom for a lifetime. It blossoms perhaps before life, it blossoms
-perhaps after it; but in life itself the soul blossoms for but a single
-summer. It had blossomed, it was over! And in her body, which lived,
-in her being, which survived, she felt the truth in her very marrow! He
-was sitting beside her bed, but he had no rights, now that the lilies
-had blossomed.... She was broken with pity for him. She took his hand
-and kissed it fervently and sobbed over it. He said nothing. He did not
-know how to say anything. It would all have been very simple for him,
-if she had consented to be his wife. As things were, he could not help
-her. As things were, he saw his happiness foundering while he looked
-on: there was nothing to be done. It was slowly falling to pieces,
-like a crumbling ruin. It was gone! It was gone!...
-
-She stayed in bed these days; she slept, she dreamt, she awoke again;
-and the dread waiting never left her. She had a slight temperature
-now and again; and it was better for her to stay in bed. As a rule, he
-remained by her side. But one day, when Duco had gone to the chemist's
-for something, there was a knock at the door. She leapt out of bed,
-terrified, terrified lest she should see the man of whom she was always
-thinking. Half-fainting with fright, she opened the door ajar. It was
-only the postman, with a registered letter ... from him! Even more
-curtly than last time, he wrote that, immediately on the receipt of his
-letter, she was to telegraph, stating the day when she would come. He
-said that, if on such and such a day--he would calculate, etc.,
-which--he did not receive her telegram, he would leave for Florence
-and shoot her lover like a dog at her feet. He would not take a moment
-to reflect. He did not care what happened.... In this short letter,
-his anger, his fury, raged like a red storm that lashed her across the
-face. She knew him; and she knew that he would do what he said. She
-saw, as in a flash, the terrible scene, with Duco dropping, murdered,
-weltering in his blood. And she was no longer her own mistress. The
-red fury of that letter, dispatched from afar, made her his chattel,
-his thing. She had torn the letter open hastily, before signing the
-postman's book. The man was waiting in the passage. Her brain whirled,
-the room spun before her eyes. If she paused to reflect, it would be
-too late, too late to reflect. And she asked the postman, nervously:
-
-"Can you send off a telegram for me at once?"
-
-No, he couldn't: it wasn't on his road.
-
-But she implored him to do it. She said that she was ill and that
-she must telegraph at once. And she found a gold ten-franc piece in
-her purse and gave it to him as a tip over and above the money for
-the telegram. And she wrote the telegram:
-
-
-    "Leaving to-morrow express train."
-
-
-It was a vague telegram. She did not know by what express; she had
-not been able to look it up. Would it be in the evening or quite
-early in the morning? She had no idea. How would she be able to get
-away? She had no idea. But she thought that the telegram would calm
-him. And she meant to go. She had no choice. Now that she had fled
-in despair, she saw it: if he wanted to have her back, back as his
-wife, she must go. If he had not wanted it, she could have remained,
-wherever she might be, despite her feeling that she belonged to
-him. But now that he wanted it, she must go back. But oh, how was
-she to tell Duco? She was not thinking of herself, she was thinking
-of Duco. She saw him lying before her in his blood. She forgot that
-she had no money left. Was she to ask him for it? O God, what was she
-to do? She could not go next day, notwithstanding her telegram! She
-could not tell Duco that she was going.... She had meant to slip
-quietly to the station, when he was out.... Or had she better tell
-him?... Which would be the least painful?... Or should ... should she
-tell everything to Duco and ... and run away ... run away somewhere
-with him and tell nobody where they were going.... But supposing he
-discovered where they had gone! And he would find them!... And then
-... then he would murder ... Duco!...
-
-She was almost delirious with fear, with terror, with not knowing
-what to do, how to act.... She now heard Duco's steps on the
-stairs.... He came in, bringing her the pills.... And, as usual, she
-told him everything, too weak, too tired, to keep anything hidden,
-and showed him the letter. He blazed out, furiously, with hatred; but
-she fell on her knees before him and took his hands. She said that
-she had already sent the answer. He suddenly became cool, as though
-overcome by the inevitable. He said that he had no money to pay for
-her journey. Then, once more, he took her in his arms, kissed her,
-begged her to be his wife, said that he would kill her husband, even
-as her husband had threatened to kill him. But she did nothing but sob
-and refuse, although she continued to cling to him convulsively. Then
-he yielded to the fatal omnipotence of life's silent tyranny. He felt
-death in his soul. But he wished to keep calm for her sake. He said
-that he forgave her. He held her, all sobbing, in his arms, because
-his touch calmed her. And he said that, if she wanted to go back--she
-despondently nodded yes--it was better to telegraph to Brox again,
-asking for money for the journey and for clear instructions as to the
-day and time. He would do this for her. She looked at him, through
-her tears, in surprise. He himself drew up the telegram and went out.
-
-"My darling, my darling!" she thought, as he went, as she felt the
-pain in his torn soul. She flung herself on the bed. He found her in
-hysterics when he returned. When he had tended her and tucked her up
-in bed, he sat down beside her. And he said, in a dead voice:
-
-"My dearest, be calm now. The day after to-morrow I shall take you to
-Genoa. Then we shall take leave of each other, for ever. If it can't
-be otherwise, it must be like that. If you feel that it has to be,
-then it must be. Be calm now, be calm now. If you feel like that,
-that you must go back to your husband, then perhaps you will not be
-unhappy with him. Be calm, dear, be calm."
-
-"Will you take me?"
-
-"I shall take you as far as Genoa. I have borrowed the money from a
-friend. But above all try to be calm. Your husband wants you back;
-he can't want you back only to beat you. He must feel something for
-you if he wants you so. And, if it has to be ... then perhaps it
-will be the best thing ... for you.... Even though I can't see it in
-that light!..."
-
-He covered his face with his hands and, no longer master of himself
-burst into sobs. She drew him to her breast. She was now calmer than
-he. And, as he sobbed with his head on her beating heart, she quietly
-stroked his forehead, while her eyes roamed distantly round the walls
-of the room....
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER LIV
-
-
-She was now alone in the train. By tipping the guard lavishly, they had
-travelled by themselves through the night and been left undisturbed
-in their compartment. Oh, the melancholy journey, the last silent
-journey of the end! They had not spoken but had sat close together,
-hand in hand, with eyes gazing into the distance before them, as though
-staring at the approaching point of separation. The dreary thought
-of that separation never left them, rushed onward in unison with the
-rattling train. Sometimes she thought of a railway-accident and that
-it would be welcome to her if she could die with him. But the lights
-of Genoa had gleamed up inexorably. Then the train had stopped. And he
-had flung out his arms and they had kissed for the last time. Pressed
-to his breast, she had felt all his grief within him. Then he had
-released her and rushed away, without looking round. She followed him
-with her eyes, but he did not look back and she saw him disappear in
-the morning mist, pierced with little lights, that hung about the
-station. She had seen him disappear among other people, swallowed
-up in the hovering mist. Then the silent and despairing surrender of
-her life had become so great that she was not even able to weep. Her
-head dropped limply, her arms hung lax. Like an inert thing she let
-the train bear her onward with its rending rattle.
-
-A white morning twilight had risen on the left over the brightening
-sea; and the dawning daylight tinted the water blue and defined the
-horizon. For hours and hours she travelled on, motionlessly, gazing
-out at the sea; and she felt almost painless with her impassive
-surrender of life. She would now let things happen as life willed,
-as her husband willed, as the train willed. As in a tired dream she
-thought of the inevitability of everything and all the unconscious life
-within herself, of her first rebellion against her husband's tyranny,
-of the illusion of her independence, the arrogance of her pride and all
-the happiness of her gentle ecstasy, all her gladness because of the
-harmony which she had achieved.... Now it was past; now all self-will
-was vain. The train was carrying her to where Rudolph called her;
-and life hemmed her in on every side, not roughly, but with a soft
-pressure of phantom hands, which pushed and led and guided....
-
-And she ceased to think. The tired dream became clouded in the deeper
-blue of the day; and she felt that she was approaching Nice. She
-returned to the petty realities of life. She felt that she was looking
-a little travel-worn: and, feeling that it would be better if Rudolph
-did not see her for the first time in so unattractive a light, she
-slowly opened her bag, washed her face with her handkerchief dipped
-in eau-de-Cologne, combed her hair, powdered her face, brushed
-herself down, put on a transparent white veil and took out a pair
-of new gloves. She bought a couple of yellow roses at a station and
-put them in her waistband. She did all this unconsciously, without
-thinking about it, feeling that it was best, that it was sensible to
-do it, best that Rudolph should see her like that, with that bloom
-of a beautiful woman about her. She felt that henceforth she must
-be above all beautiful and that nothing else mattered. And when
-the train droned into the station, when she recognized Nice, she
-was resigned, because she had ceased to struggle and had yielded to
-all the stronger forces. The door was flung open and, in the station,
-which at that early hour was comparatively empty, she saw him at once:
-tall, robust, easy, in his light summer suit, straw hat and brown
-shoes. He gave an impression of health and strength and above all of
-broad-shouldered virility; and, notwithstanding his broadness, he was
-still quite thoroughbred, thoroughly well-groomed without the least
-touch of toppishness; and the ironical smile beneath his moustache and
-the steady glance of his fine grey eyes, the eyes of a woman-hunter,
-gave him an air of strength, of the certainty of doing as he wished,
-of the power to subdue if he thought fit. An ironic pride in his
-handsome strength, with a tinge of contempt for the others who were
-less handsome and strong, less of the healthy animal and yet the
-aristocrat, and above all a mocking, supercilious sarcasm directed
-against all women, because he knew women and knew how much they were
-really worth: all this was expressed by his glance, his attitude,
-his movements. It was thus that she knew him. It had often roused
-her to rebellion in the old days, but she now felt resigned and also
-a little frightened.
-
-He had come to her; he helped her to alight. She saw that he was
-angry, that he intended to receive her rudely; then, that his
-moustache was curling ironically, as though in mockery because he
-was the stronger. She said nothing, however, took his hand calmly
-and alighted. He led her outside; and in the carriage they waited
-a moment for the trunk. His eyes took her in at a glance. She was
-wearing an old blue-serge skirt and a little blue-serge cape; but,
-notwithstanding her old clothes and her weary resignation, she looked
-a handsome and smartly-dressed woman.
-
-"I am glad to see that you thought it advisable at last to carry out
-my wishes," he said, in the end.
-
-"I thought it would be best," she answered, softly.
-
-Her tone struck him; and he watched her attentively, out of the corner
-of his eyes. He did not understand her, but he was pleased that she
-had come. She was tired now, from excitement and travelling; but he
-thought that she looked most charming, even though she was not so
-brilliant as on that night, at Mrs. Uxeley's ball, when he had first
-spoken to his divorced wife.
-
-"Are you tired?" he asked.
-
-"I have been a bit feverish for a day or two; and of course I had no
-sleep last night," she said, as though in apology.
-
-The trunk was brought and they drove away, to the Hôtel
-Continental. She did not speak again in the carriage. They were also
-silent as they entered the hotel and in the lift. He took her to his
-room. It was an ordinary hotel-bedroom; but she thought it strange to
-see his brushes lying on the dressing-table, his coats and trousers
-hanging on the pegs: familiar things with whose outlines and folds
-she was well-acquainted. She recognized his trunk in a corner.
-
-He opened the windows wide. She had sat down on a chair, in an
-expectant attitude. She felt a little faint and closed her eyes,
-which were blinded by the stream of sunlight.
-
-"You must be hungry," he said. "What shall I order for you?"
-
-"I should like some tea and bread-and-butter."
-
-Her trunk arrived; and he ordered her breakfast. Then he said:
-
-"Take off your hat."
-
-She stood up. She took off her cape. Her cotton blouse was rumpled;
-and this annoyed her. She removed the pins from her hat before the
-glass and quite naturally did her hair with his comb, which she saw
-lying there. And she settled the silk bow around her collar.
-
-He had lit a cigar and was smoking quietly, standing. A waiter came
-in with the breakfast. She ate a mouthful without speaking and drank
-a cup of tea.
-
-"Have you breakfasted?" she asked.
-
-"Yes"
-
-They were silent again and she went on eating.
-
-"And shall we have a talk now?" he asked, still standing up, smoking.
-
-"Very well."
-
-"I won't speak about your running off as you did," he said. "My first
-intention was to give you a regular flaying, for it was a damned
-silly trick...."
-
-She said nothing. She merely looked up at him; and her beautiful eyes
-were filled with a new expression, one of gentle resignation. He
-fell silent again, evidently restraining himself and seeking his
-words. Then he resumed:
-
-"As I say, I won't speak about that any more. For the moment you
-didn't know what you were doing and you weren't accountable for
-your actions. But there must be an end of that now, for I wish
-it. Of course I know that according to the law I have not the least
-right over you. But we've discussed all that; and I told it you in
-writing. And you have been my wife; and, now that I am seeing you
-again, I feel very plainly that, in spite of everything, I regard
-you as my wife and that you are my wife. And you must have retained
-the same impression from our meeting here, at Nice."
-
-"Yes," she said, calmly.
-
-"You admit that?"
-
-"Yes," she repeated.
-
-"Then that's all right. It's the only thing I wanted of you. So
-we won't think any more now of what happened, of our former
-unpleasantness, of our divorce and of what you have done since. From
-now on we will put all that behind us. I look upon you as my wife and
-you shall be my wife again. According to the law we can't get married
-again. But that makes no difference. Our divorce in law I regard as
-an intervening formality and we will counter it as far as we can. If
-we have children, we shall get them legitimatized. I will consult a
-lawyer about all that; and I shall take all the necessary measures,
-financial included. In this way our divorce will be nothing more
-than a formality, of no meaning to us and of as little significance
-as possible to the world and to the law. And then I shall leave the
-service. I shouldn't in any case care to stay in it for good, so I
-may as well leave it earlier than I intended. For you wouldn't find
-it pleasant to live in Holland; and it doesn't appeal to me either."
-
-"No," she murmured.
-
-"Where would you like to live?"
-
-"I don't know...."
-
-"In Italy?"
-
-"No," she begged, in a tone of entreaty.
-
-"Care to stay here?"
-
-"I'd rather not ... to begin with."
-
-"I was thinking of Paris. Would you like to live in Paris?"
-
-"Very well."
-
-"That's all right then. So we will go to Paris as soon as possible
-and look out for a flat and settle in. It'll soon be spring now;
-and that is a good time to start life in Paris."
-
-"Very well."
-
-He flung himself into an easy-chair; it creaked under him. Then
-he asked:
-
-"Tell me, what do you really think, inside yourself?"
-
-"How do you mean?"
-
-"I want to know what you thought of your husband. Did you think
-him absurd?"
-
-"No."
-
-"Come over here and sit on my knee."
-
-She stood up and went to him. She did as he wished, sat down on his
-knee; and he drew her to him. He laid his hand on her head, with that
-gesture which prevented her thinking. She closed her eyes and laid
-her head against his cheek.
-
-"You haven't forgotten me altogether?"
-
-She shook her head.
-
-"We ought never to have got divorced, ought we?"
-
-She shook her head again.
-
-"But we used to be very bad-tempered then, both of us. You must never
-be bad-tempered in future. It makes you look spiteful and ugly. As
-you are now, you're much nicer and prettier."
-
-She smiled faintly.
-
-"I am glad to have you back with me," he whispered, with a long kiss
-on her lips.
-
-She closed her eyes under his kiss, while his moustache curled against
-her skin and his mouth pressed hers.
-
-"Are you still tired?" he asked. "Would you like to rest a little?"
-
-"Yes," she said. "I would like to get my things off."
-
-"You'd better go to bed for a bit," he said. "Oh, by the way, I forgot
-to tell you: your friend, the princess, is coming here this evening!"
-
-"Isn't Urania angry?"
-
-"No, I have told her everything and she knows about it all."
-
-She was pleased to know that Urania was not angry and that she still
-had a friend left.
-
-"And I have seen Mrs. Uxeley also."
-
-"She must be angry with me, isn't she?"
-
-He laughed:
-
-"That old hag! No, not angry. She's in the dumps because she has no
-one with her. She set great store by you. She likes to have pretty
-people about her, she said. She can't stand an ugly companion, with
-no chic.... There, get undressed and go to bed. I'll leave you and
-go and sit downstairs somewhere."
-
-They stood up. His eyes had a golden glimmer in them; his moustache
-was lifted by his ironic smile. And he caught her fiercely in his arms:
-
-"Cornélie," he said, hoarsely, "I think it's wonderful to have you
-back again. Do you belong to me, tell me, do you belong to me?"
-
-He pressed her to him till he almost stifled her with the pressure
-of his arms:
-
-"Tell me, do you belong to me?"
-
-"Yes."
-
-"What used you to say to me in the old days, when you were in love
-with me?"
-
-She hesitated.
-
-"What used you to say?" he insisted, holding her still more tightly.
-
-Pushing her hands against his shoulders, she fought to catch her
-breath:
-
-"My Rud!" she murmured. "My beautiful, glorious Rud!"
-
-Automatically she now wound her arms around his head. He released
-her as with an effort of will:
-
-"Take off your things," he said, "and try to get some sleep. I'll
-come back later."
-
-He went away. She undressed and brushed her hair with his brushes,
-washed her face and dripped into the basin some of the toilet-water
-which he used. She drew the curtains, behind which the noonday sun
-shone; and a soft crimson twilight filled the room. And she crept
-into the great bed and lay waiting for him, trembling. There was no
-thought in her. There was in her no grief and no recollection. She was
-filled only with a great expectancy, a waiting for the inevitability
-of life. She felt herself to be solely and wholly a bride, but not
-an innocent bride; and, deep in her blood, in the very marrow of her
-bones, she felt herself to be the wife, the very blood and marrow,
-of him whom she awaited. Before her, as she lay half-dreaming, she saw
-little figures of children. For, if she was to be his wife in truth and
-sincerity, she wanted to be not only his lover but also the woman who
-gave him his children. She knew that, despite his roughness, he loved
-the softness of children; and she herself would long for them, in her
-second married life, as a sweet comfort for the days when she would be
-no longer beautiful and no longer young. Before her, half-dreaming,
-she saw the figures of children.... And she lay waiting for him, she
-listened for his step, she longed for his coming, her flesh quivered
-towards him.... And, when he entered and came to her, her arms closed
-round him in profound and conscious certainty and she felt, beyond
-a doubt, on his breast, in his arms, the knowledge of his virile,
-over-mastering dominion, while before her eyes, in a dizzy, melancholy
-obscurity, the dream of her life--Rome, Duco, the studio--sank away....
-
-
-
-                                THE END
-
-
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-
-
-
-
-NOTES
-
-
-[1] Woman's Rights.
-
-[2] The nineteenth century.
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