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+THE THIRTEEN
+
+By Honore de Balzac
+
+
+
+
+                             THE THIRTEEN
+
+                                  BY
+
+                           HONORE DE BALZAC
+
+
+
+                             INTRODUCTION
+
+The /Histoire des Treize/ consists--or rather is built up--of three
+stories: /Ferragus/ or the /Rue Soly/, /La Duchesse de Langeais/ or
+/Ne touchez-paz a la hache/, and /La Fille aux Yeux d'Or/.
+
+
+
+To tell the truth, there is more power than taste throughout the
+/Histoire des Treize/, and perhaps not very much less unreality than
+power. Balzac is very much better than Eugene Sue, though Eugene Sue
+also is better than it is the fashion to think him just now. But he is
+here, to a certain extent competing with Sue on the latter's own
+ground. The notion of the "Devorants"--of a secret society of men
+devoted to each other's interests, entirely free from any moral or
+legal scruple, possessed of considerable means in wealth, ability, and
+position, all working together, by fair means or foul, for good ends
+or bad--is, no doubt, rather seducing to the imagination at all times;
+and it so happened that it was particularly seducing to the
+imagination of that time. And its example has been powerful since; it
+gave us Mr. Stevenson's /New Arabian Nights/ only, as it were, the
+other day.
+
+But there is something a little schoolboyish in it; and I do not know
+that Balzac has succeeded entirely in eliminating this something. The
+pathos of the death, under persecution, of the innocent Clemence does
+not entirely make up for the unreasonableness of the whole situation.
+Nobody can say that the abominable misconduct of Maulincour--who is a
+hopeless "cad"--is too much punished, though an Englishman may think
+that Dr. Johnson's receipt of three or four footmen with cudgels,
+applied repeatedly and unsparingly, would have been better than
+elaborately prepared accidents and duels, which were too honorable for
+a Peeping Tom of this kind; and poisonings, which reduced the avengers
+to the level of their victim. But the imbroglio is of itself stupid;
+these fathers who cannot be made known to husbands are mere stage
+properties, and should never be fetched out of the theatrical lumber-
+room by literature.
+
+/La Duchesse de Langeais/ is, I think, a better story, with more
+romantic attraction, free from the objections just made to /Ferragus/,
+and furnished with a powerful, if slightly theatrical catastrophe. It
+is as good as anything that its author has done of the kind, subject
+to those general considerations of probability and otherwise which
+have been already hinted at. For those who are not troubled by any
+such critical reflections, both, no doubt, will be highly
+satisfactory.
+
+The third of the series, /La Fille aux Yeux d'Or/, in some respects
+one of Balzac's most brilliant effects, has been looked at askance by
+many of his English readers. At one time he had the audacity to think
+of calling it /La Femme aux Yeux Rouges/. To those who consider the
+story morbid or, one may say, /bizarre/, one word of justification,
+hardly of apology, may be offered. It was in the scheme of the
+/Comedie Humaine/ to survey social life in its entirety by a minute
+analysis of its most diverse constituents. It included all the
+pursuits and passions, was large and patient, and unafraid. And the
+patience, the curiosity, of the artist which made Cesar Birotteau and
+his bankrupt ledgers matters of high import to us, which did not
+shrink from creating a Vautrin and a Lucien de Rubempre, would have
+been incomplete had it stopped short of a Marquise de San-Real, of a
+Paquita Valdes. And in the great mass of the /Comedie Humaine/, with
+its largeness and reality of life, as in life itself; the figure of
+Paquita justifies its presence.
+
+Considering the /Histoire des Treize/ as a whole, it is of engrossing
+interest. And I must confess I should not think much of any boy who,
+beginning Balzac with this series, failed to go rather mad over it. I
+know there was a time when I used to like it best of all, and thought
+not merely /Eugenie Grandet/, but /Le Pere Goriot/ (though not the
+/Peau de Chagrin/), dull in comparison. Some attention, however, must
+be paid to two remarkable characters, on whom it is quite clear that
+Balzac expended a great deal of pains, and one of whom he seems to
+have "caressed," as the French say, with a curious admixture of
+dislike and admiration.
+
+The first, Bourignard or Ferragus, is, of course, another, though a
+somewhat minor example--Collin or Vautrin being the chief--of that
+strange tendency to take intense interest in criminals, which seems to
+be a pretty constant eccentricity of many human minds, and which laid
+an extraordinary grasp on the great French writers of Balzac's time. I
+must confess, though it may sink me very low in some eyes, that I have
+never been able to fully appreciate the attractions of crime and
+criminals, fictitious or real. Certain pleasant and profitable things,
+no doubt, retain their pleasure and their profit, to some extent, when
+they are done in the manner which is technically called criminal; but
+they seem to me to acquire no additional interest by being so. As the
+criminal of fact is, in the vast majority of cases, an exceedingly
+commonplace and dull person, the criminal of fiction seems to me only,
+or usually, to escape these curses by being absolutely improbable and
+unreal. But I know this is a terrible heresy.
+
+Henri de Marsay is a much more ambitious and a much more interesting
+figure. In him are combined the attractions of criminality, beauty,
+brains, success, and, last of all, dandyism. It is a well-known and
+delightful fact that the most Anglophobe Frenchmen--and Balzac might
+fairly be classed among them--have always regarded the English dandy
+with half-jealous, half-awful admiration. Indeed, our novelist, it
+will be seen, found it necessary to give Marsay English blood. But
+there is a tradition that this young Don Juan--not such a good fellow
+as Byron's, nor such a /grand seigneur/ as Moliere's--was partly
+intended to represent Charles de Remusat, who is best known to this
+generation by very sober and serious philosophical works, and by his
+part in his mother's correspondence. I do not know that there ever
+were any imputation on M. de Remusat's morals; but in memoirs of the
+time, he is, I think, accused of a certain selfishness and /hauteur/,
+and he certainly made his way, partly by journalism, partly by
+society, to power very much as Marsay did. But Marsay would certainly
+not have written /Abelard/ and the rest, or have returned to
+Ministerial rank in our own time. Marsay, in fact, more fortunate than
+Rubempre, and of a higher stamp and flight than Rastignac, makes with
+them Balzac's trinity of sketches of the kind of personage whose part,
+in his day and since, every young Frenchman has aspired to play, and
+some have played. It cannot be said that "a moral man is Marsay"; it
+cannot be said that he has the element of good-nature which redeems
+Rastignac. But he bears a blame and a burden for which we Britons are
+responsible in part--the Byronic ideal of the guilty hero coming to
+cross and blacken the old French model of unscrupulous good humor. It
+is not a very pretty mixture or a very worthy ideal; but I am not so
+sure that it is not still a pretty common one.
+
+The association of the three stories forming the /Histoire des Treize/
+is, in book form, original, inasmuch as they filled three out of the
+four volumes of /Etudes des Moeurs/ published in 1834-35, and
+themselves forming part of the first collection of /Scenes de la Vie
+Parisienne/. But /Ferragus/ had appeared in parts (with titles to
+each) in the /Revue de Paris/ for March and April 1833, and part of
+/La Duchesse de Langeais/ in the /Echo de la Jeune France/ almost
+contemporaneously. There are divisions in this also. /Ferragus/ and
+/La Duchesse/ also appeared without /La Fille aux Yeux d'Or/ in 1839,
+published in one volume by Charpentier, before their absorption at the
+usual time in the /Comedie/.
+
+    George Saintsbury
+
+
+
+
+
+                             THE THIRTEEN
+
+
+
+                           AUTHOR'S PREFACE
+
+In the Paris of the Empire there were found Thirteen men equally
+impressed with the same idea, equally endowed with energy enough to
+keep them true to it, while among themselves they were loyal enough to
+keep faith even when their interests seemed to clash. They were strong
+enough to set themselves above all laws; bold enough to shrink from no
+enterprise; and lucky enough to succeed in nearly everything that they
+undertook. So profoundly politic were they, that they could dissemble
+the tie which bound them together. They ran the greatest risks, and
+kept their failures to themselves. Fear never entered into their
+calculations; not one of them had trembled before princes, before the
+executioner's axe, before innocence. They had taken each other as they
+were, regardless of social prejudices. Criminals they doubtless were,
+yet none the less were they all remarkable for some one of the virtues
+which go to the making of great men, and their numbers were filled up
+only from among picked recruits. Finally, that nothing should be
+lacking to complete the dark, mysterious romance of their history,
+nobody to this day knows who they were. The Thirteen once realized all
+the wildest ideas conjured up by tales of the occult powers of a
+Manfred, a Faust, or a Melmoth; and to-day the band is broken up or,
+at any rate, dispersed. Its members have quietly returned beneath the
+yoke of the Civil Code; much as Morgan, the Achilles of piracy, gave
+up buccaneering to be a peaceable planter; and, untroubled by qualms
+of conscience, sat himself down by the fireside to dispose of blood-
+stained booty acquired by the red light of blazing towns.
+
+After Napoleon's death, the band was dissolved by a chance event which
+the author is bound for the present to pass over in silence, and its
+mysterious existence, as curious, it may be, as the darkest novel by
+Mrs. Radcliffe, came to an end.
+
+It was only lately that the present writer, detecting, as he fancied,
+a faint desire for celebrity in one of the anonymous heroes to whom
+the whole band once owed an occult allegiance, received the somewhat
+singular permission to make public certain of the adventures which
+befell that band, provided that, while telling the story in his own
+fashion, he observed certain limits.
+
+The aforesaid leader was still an apparently young man with fair hair
+and blue eyes, and a soft, thin voice which might seem to indicate a
+feminine temperament. His face was pale, his ways mysterious. He
+chatted pleasantly, and told me that he was only just turned of forty.
+He might have belonged to any one of the upper classes. The name which
+he gave was probably assumed, and no one answering to his description
+was known in society. Who is he, do you ask? No one knows.
+
+Perhaps when he made his extraordinary disclosures to the present
+writer, he wished to see them in some sort reproduced; to enjoy the
+effect of the sensation on the multitude; to feel as Macpherson might
+have felt when the name of Ossian, his creation, passed into all
+languages. And, in truth, that Scottish advocate knew one of the
+keenest, or, at any rate, one of the rarest sensations in human
+experience. What was this but the incognito of genius? To write an
+/Itineraire de Paris a Jerusalem/ is to take one's share in the glory
+of a century, but to give a Homer to one's country--this surely is a
+usurpation of the rights of God.
+
+The writer is too well acquainted with the laws of narration to be
+unaware of the nature of the pledge given by this brief preface; but,
+at the same time, he knows enough of the history of the Thirteen to
+feel confident that he shall not disappoint any expectations raised by
+the programme. Tragedies dripping with gore, comedies piled up with
+horrors, tales of heads taken off in secret have been confided to him.
+If any reader has not had enough of the ghastly tales served up to the
+public for some time past, he has only to express his wish; the author
+is in a position to reveal cold-blooded atrocities and family secrets
+of a gloomy and astonishing nature. But in preference he has chosen
+those pleasanter stories in which stormy passions are succeeded by
+purer scenes, where the beauty and goodness of woman shine out the
+brighter for the darkness. And, to the honor of the Thirteen, such
+episodes as these are not wanting. Some day perhaps it may be thought
+worth while to give their whole history to the world; in which case it
+might form a pendant to the history of the buccaneers--that race apart
+so curiously energetic, so attractive in spite of their crimes.
+
+When a writer has a true story to tell, he should scorn to turn it
+into a sort of puzzle toy, after the manner of those novelists who
+take their reader for a walk through one cavern after another to show
+him a dried-up corpse at the end of the fourth volume, and inform him,
+by way of conclusion, that he has been frightened all along by a door
+hidden somewhere or other behind some tapestry; or a dead body, left
+by inadvertence, under the floor. So the present chronicler, in spite
+of his objection to prefaces, felt bound to introduce his fragment by
+a few remarks.
+
+/Ferragus/, the first episode, is connected by invisible links with
+the history of the Thirteen, for the power which they acquired in a
+natural manner provides the apparently supernatural machinery.
+
+Again, although a certain literary coquetry may be permissible to
+retailers of the marvelous, the sober chronicler is bound to forego
+such advantage as he may reap from an odd-sounding name, on which many
+ephemeral successes are founded in these days. Wherefore the present
+writer gives the following succinct statement of the reasons which
+induced him to adopt the unlikely sounding title and sub-title.
+
+In accordance with old-established custom, /Ferragus/ is a name taken
+by the head of a guild of /Devorants/, /id est Devoirants/ or
+journeymen. Every chief on the day of his election chooses a pseudonym
+and continues a dynasty of /Devorants/ precisely as a pope changes his
+name on his accession to the triple tiara; and as the Church has its
+Clement XIV., Gregory XII., Julius II., or Alexander VI., so the
+workmen have their Trempe-la-Soupe IX., Ferragus XXII., Tutanus XIII.,
+or Masche-Fer IV. Who are the /Devorants/, do you ask?
+
+The /Devorants/ are one among many tribes of /compagnons/ whose origin
+can be traced to a great mystical association formed among the workmen
+of Christendom for the rebuilding of the Temple at Jerusalem.
+/Compagnonnage/ is still a popular institution in France. Its
+traditions still exert a power over little enlightened minds, over men
+so uneducated that they have not learned to break their oaths; and the
+various organizations might be turned to formidable account even yet
+if any rough-hewn man of genius arose to make use of them, for his
+instruments would be, for the most part, almost blind.
+
+Wherever journeymen travel, they find a hostel for /compagnons/ which
+has been in existence in the town from time immemorial. The /obade/,
+as they call it, is a kind of lodge with a "Mother" in charge, an old,
+half-gypsy wife who has nothing to lose. She hears all that goes on in
+the countryside; and, either from fear or from long habit, is devoted
+to the interests of the tribe boarded and lodged by her. And as a
+result, this shifting population, subject as it is to an unalterable
+law of custom, has eyes in every place, and will carry out an order
+anywhere without asking questions; for the oldest journeyman is still
+at an age when a man has some beliefs left. What is more, the whole
+fraternity professes doctrines which, if unfolded never so little, are
+both true enough and mysterious enough to electrify all the adepts
+with patriotism; and the /compagnons/ are so attached to their rules,
+that there have been bloody battles between different fraternities on
+a question of principle. Fortunately, however, for peace and public
+order; if a /Devorant/ is ambitious, he takes to building houses,
+makes a fortune, and leaves the guild.
+
+A great many curious things might be told of their rivals, the
+/Compagnons du Devior/, of all the different sects of workmen, their
+manners and customs and brotherhoods, and of the resemblances between
+them and the Freemasons; but there, these particulars would be out of
+place. The author will merely add, that before the Revolution a
+Trempe-la-Soupe had been known in the King's service, which is to say,
+that he had the tenure of a place in His Majesty's galleys for one
+hundred and one years; but even thence he ruled his guild, and was
+religiously consulted on all matters, and if he escaped from the hulks
+he met with help, succor, and respect wherever he went. To have a
+chief in the hulks is one of those misfortunes for which Providence is
+responsible; but a faithful lodge of /devorants/ is bound, as before,
+to obey a power created by and set above themselves. Their lawful
+sovereign is in exile for the time being, but none the less is he
+their king. And now any romantic mystery hanging about the words
+/Ferragus/ and the /devorants/ is completely dispelled.
+
+As for the Thirteen, the author feels that, on the strength of the
+details of this almost fantastic story, he can afford to give away yet
+another prerogative, though it is one of the greatest on record, and
+would possibly fetch a high price if brought into a literary auction
+mart; for the owner might inflict as many volumes on the public as La
+Contemporaine.[*]
+
+[*] A long series of so-called Memoirs, which appeared about 1830.
+
+The Thirteen were all of them men tempered like Byron's friend
+Trelawney, the original (so it is said) of /The Corsair/. All of them
+were fatalists, men of spirit and poetic temperament; all of them were
+tired of the commonplace life which they led; all felt attracted
+towards Asiatic pleasures by all the vehement strength of newly
+awakened and long dormant forces. One of these, chancing to take up
+/Venice Preserved/ for the second time, admired the sublime friendship
+between Pierre and Jaffir, and fell to musing on the virtues of
+outlaws, the loyalty of the hulks, the honor of thieves, and the
+immense power that a few men can wield if they bring their whole minds
+to bear upon the carrying out of a single will. It struck him that the
+individual man rose higher than men. Then he began to think that if a
+few picked men should band themselves together; and if, to natural
+wit, and education, and money, they could join a fanaticism hot enough
+to fuse, as it were, all those separate forces into a single one, then
+the whole world would be at their feet. From that time forth, with a
+tremendous power of concentration, they could wield an occult power
+against which the organization of society would be helpless; a power
+which would push obstacles aside and defeat the will of others; and
+the diabolical power of all would be at the service of each. A hostile
+world apart within the world, admitting none of the ideas, recognizing
+none of the laws of the world; submitting only to the sense of
+necessity, obedient only from devotion; acting all as one man in the
+interests of the comrade who should claim the aid of the rest; a band
+of buccaneers with carriages and yellow kid gloves; a close
+confederacy of men of extraordinary power, of amused and cool
+spectators of an artificial and petty world which they cursed with
+smiling lips; conscious as they were that they could make all things
+bend to their caprice, weave ingenious schemes of revenge, and live
+with the life in thirteen hearts, to say nothing of the unfailing
+pleasure of facing the world of men with a hidden misanthropy, a sense
+that they were armed against their kind, and could retire into
+themselves with one idea which the most remarkable men had not,--all
+this constituted a religion of pleasure and egoism which made fanatics
+of the Thirteen. The history of the Society of Jesus was repeated for
+the Devil's benefit. It was hideous and sublime.
+
+The pact was made; and it lasted, precisely because it seemed
+impossible. And so it came to pass that in Paris there was a
+fraternity of thirteen men, each one bound, body and soul, to the
+rest, and all of them strangers to each other in the sight of the
+world. But evening found them gathered together like conspirators, and
+then they had no thoughts apart; riches, like the wealth of the Old
+Man of the Mountain, they possessed in common; they had their feet in
+every salon, their hands in every strong box, their elbows in the
+streets, their heads upon all pillows, they did not scruple to help
+themselves at their pleasure. No chief commanded them, nobody was
+strong enough. The liveliest passion, the most urgent need took
+precedence--that was all. They were thirteen unknown kings; unknown,
+but with all the power and more than the power of kings; for they were
+both judges and executioners, they had taken wings that they might
+traverse the heights and depths of society, scorning to take any place
+in it, since all was theirs. If the author learns the reason of their
+abdication, he will communicate it.
+
+And now the author is free to give those episodes in the History of
+the Thirteen which, by reason of the Parisian flavor of the details or
+the strangeness of the contrasts, possessed a peculiar attraction for
+him.
+
+     Paris
+
+
+
+
+
+                             THE THIRTEEN
+
+
+
+                                  I.
+
+
+
+                              FERRAGUS,
+                        CHIEF OF THE DEVORANTS
+
+                         By HONORE DE BALZAC
+
+
+                            Translated By
+                     Katharine Prescott Wormeley
+
+
+
+                              DEDICATION
+
+                          To Hector Berlioz.
+
+
+
+                              CHAPTER I
+
+                             MADAME JULES
+
+Certain streets in Paris are as degraded as a man covered with infamy;
+also, there are noble streets, streets simply respectable, young
+streets on the morality of which the public has not yet formed an
+opinion; also cut-throat streets, streets older than the age of the
+oldest dowagers, estimable streets, streets always clean, streets
+always dirty, working, laboring, and mercantile streets. In short, the
+streets of Paris have every human quality, and impress us, by what we
+must call their physiognomy, with certain ideas against which we are
+defenceless. There are, for instance, streets of a bad neighborhood in
+which you could not be induced to live, and streets where you would
+willingly take up your abode. Some streets, like the rue Montmartre,
+have a charming head, and end in a fish's tail. The rue de la Paix is
+a wide street, a fine street, yet it wakens none of those gracefully
+noble thoughts which come to an impressible mind in the middle of the
+rue Royale, and it certainly lacks the majesty which reigns in the
+Place Vendome.
+
+If you walk the streets of the Ile Saint-Louis, do not seek the reason
+of the nervous sadness that lays hold upon you save in the solitude of
+the spot, the gloomy look of the houses, and the great deserted
+mansions. This island, the ghost of /fermiers-generaux/, is the Venice
+of Paris. The Place de la Bourse is voluble, busy, degraded; it is
+never fine except by moonlight at two in the morning. By day it is
+Paris epitomized; by night it is a dream of Greece. The rue
+Traversiere-Saint-Honore--is not that a villainous street? Look at the
+wretched little houses with two windows on a floor, where vice, crime,
+and misery abound. The narrow streets exposed to the north, where the
+sun never comes more than three or four times a year, are the
+cut-throat streets which murder with impunity; the authorities of the
+present day do not meddle with them; but in former times the
+Parliament might perhaps have summoned the lieutenant of police and
+reprimanded him for the state of things; and it would, at least, have
+issued some decree against such streets, as it once did against the
+wigs of the Chapter of Beauvais. And yet Monsieur Benoiston de
+Chateauneuf has proved that the mortality of these streets is double
+that of others! To sum up such theories by a single example: is not
+the rue Fromentin both murderous and profligate!
+
+These observations, incomprehensible out of Paris, will doubtless be
+understood by musing men of thought and poesy and pleasure, who know,
+while rambling about Paris, how to harvest the mass of floating
+interests which may be gathered at all hours within her walls; to them
+Paris is the most delightful and varied of monsters: here, a pretty
+woman; farther on, a haggard pauper; here, new as the coinage of a new
+reign; there, in this corner, elegant as a fashionable woman. A
+monster, moreover, complete! Its garrets, as it were, a head full of
+knowledge and genius; its first storeys stomachs repleted; its shops,
+actual feet, where the busy ambulating crowds are moving. Ah! what an
+ever-active life the monster leads! Hardly has the last vibration of
+the last carriage coming from a ball ceased at its heart before its
+arms are moving at the barriers and it shakes itself slowly into
+motion. Doors open; turning on their hinges like the membrane of some
+huge lobster, invisibly manipulated by thirty thousand men or women,
+of whom each individual occupies a space of six square feet, but has a
+kitchen, a workshop, a bed, children, a garden, little light to see
+by, but must see all. Imperceptibly, the articulations begin to crack;
+motion communicates itself; the street speaks. By mid-day, all is
+alive; the chimneys smoke, the monster eats; then he roars, and his
+thousand paws begin to ramp. Splendid spectacle! But, O Paris! he who
+has not admired your gloomy passages, your gleams and flashes of
+light, your deep and silent /cul-de-sacs/, who has not listened to
+your murmurings between midnight and two in the morning, knows nothing
+as yet of your true poesy, nor of your broad and fantastic contrasts.
+
+There are a few amateurs who never go their way heedlessly; who savor
+their Paris, so to speak; who know its physiognomy so well that they
+see every wart, and pimple, and redness. To others, Paris is always
+that monstrous marvel, that amazing assemblage of activities, of
+schemes, of thoughts; the city of a hundred thousand tales, the head
+of the universe. But to those few, Paris is sad or gay, ugly or
+beautiful, living or dead; to them Paris is a creature; every man,
+every fraction of a house is a lobe of the cellular tissue of that
+great courtesan whose head and heart and fantastic customs they know
+so well. These men are lovers of Paris; they lift their noses at such
+or such a corner of a street, certain that they can see the face of a
+clock; they tell a friend whose tobacco-pouch is empty, "Go down that
+passage and turn to the left; there's a tobacconist next door to a
+confectioner, where there's a pretty girl." Rambling about Paris is,
+to these poets, a costly luxury. How can they help spending precious
+minutes before the dramas, disasters, faces, and picturesque events
+which meet us everywhere amid this heaving queen of cities, clothed in
+posters,--who has, nevertheless, not a single clean corner, so
+complying is she to the vices of the French nation! Who has not
+chanced to leave his home early in the morning, intending to go to
+some extremity of Paris, and found himself unable to get away from the
+centre of it by the dinner-hour? Such a man will know how to excuse
+this vagabondizing start upon our tale; which, however, we here sum up
+in an observation both useful and novel, as far as any observation can
+be novel in Paris, where there is nothing new,--not even the statue
+erected yesterday, on which some young gamin has already scribbled his
+name.
+
+Well, then! there are streets, or ends of streets, there are houses,
+unknown for the most part to persons of social distinction, to which a
+woman of that class cannot go without causing cruel and very wounding
+things to be thought of her. Whether the woman be rich and has a
+carriage, whether she is on foot, or is disguised, if she enters one
+of these Parisian defiles at any hour of the day, she compromises her
+reputation as a virtuous woman. If, by chance, she is there at nine in
+the evening the conjectures that an observer permits himself to make
+upon her may prove fearful in their consequences. But if the woman is
+young and pretty, if she enters a house in one of those streets, if
+the house has a long, dark, damp, and evil-smelling passage-way, at
+the end of which flickers the pallid gleam of an oil lamp, and if
+beneath that gleam appears the horrid face of a withered old woman
+with fleshless fingers, ah, then! and we say it in the interests of
+young and pretty women, that woman is lost. She is at the mercy of the
+first man of her acquaintance who sees her in that Parisian slough.
+There is more than one street in Paris where such a meeting may lead
+to a frightful drama, a bloody drama of death and love, a drama of the
+modern school.
+
+Unhappily, this scene, this modern drama itself, will be comprehended
+by only a small number of persons; and it is a pity to tell the tale
+to a public which cannot enter into its local merit. But who can
+flatter himself that he will ever be understood? We all die unknown--
+'tis the saying of women and of authors.
+
+At half-past eight o'clock one evening, in the rue Pagevin, in the
+days when that street had no wall which did not echo some infamous
+word, and was, in the direction of the rue Soly, the narrowest and
+most impassable street in Paris (not excepting the least frequented
+corner of the most deserted street),--at the beginning of the month of
+February about thirteen years ago, a young man, by one of those
+chances which come but once in life, turned the corner of the rue
+Pagevin to enter the rue des Vieux-Augustins, close to the rue Soly.
+There, this young man, who lived himself in the rue de Bourbon, saw in
+a woman near whom he had been unconsciously walking, a vague
+resemblance to the prettiest woman in Paris; a chaste and delightful
+person, with whom he was secretly and passionately in love,--a love
+without hope; she was married. In a moment his heart leaped, an
+intolerable heat surged from his centre and flowed through all his
+veins; his back turned cold, the skin of his head crept. He loved, he
+was young, he knew Paris; and his knowledge did not permit him to be
+ignorant of all there was of possible infamy in an elegant, rich,
+young, and beautiful woman walking there, alone, with a furtively
+criminal step. /She/ in that mud! at that hour!
+
+The love that this young man felt for that woman may seem romantic,
+and all the more so because he was an officer in the Royal Guard. If
+he had been in the infantry, the affair might have seemed more likely;
+but, as an officer of rank in the cavalry, he belonged to that French
+arm which demands rapidity in its conquests and derives as much vanity
+from its amorous exploits as from its dashing uniform. But the passion
+of this officer was a true love, and many young hearts will think it
+noble. He loved this woman because she was virtuous; he loved her
+virtue, her modest grace, her imposing saintliness, as the dearest
+treasures of his hidden passion. This woman was indeed worthy to
+inspire one of those platonic loves which are found, like flowers amid
+bloody ruins, in the history of the middle-ages; worthy to be the
+hidden principle of all the actions of a young man's life; a love as
+high, as pure as the skies when blue; a love without hope and to which
+men bind themselves because it can never deceive; a love that is
+prodigal of unchecked enjoyment, especially at an age when the heart
+is ardent, the imagination keen, and the eyes of a man see very
+clearly.
+
+Strange, weird, inconceivable effects may be met with at night in
+Paris. Only those who have amused themselves by watching those effects
+have any idea how fantastic a woman may appear there at dusk. At times
+the creature whom you are following, by accident or design, seems to
+you light and slender; the stockings, if they are white, make you
+fancy that the legs must be slim and elegant; the figure though
+wrapped in a shawl, or concealed by a pelisse, defines itself
+gracefully and seductively among the shadows; anon, the uncertain
+gleam thrown from a shop-window or a street lamp bestows a fleeting
+lustre, nearly always deceptive, on the unknown woman, and fires the
+imagination, carrying it far beyond the truth. The senses then bestir
+themselves; everything takes color and animation; the woman appears in
+an altogether novel aspect; her person becomes beautiful. Behold! she
+is not a woman, she is a demon, a siren, who is drawing you by
+magnetic attraction to some respectable house, where the worthy
+/bourgeoise/, frightened by your threatening step and the clack of
+your boots, shuts the door in your face without looking at you.
+
+A vacillating gleam, thrown from the shop-window of a shoemaker,
+suddenly illuminated from the waist down the figure of the woman who
+was before the young man. Ah! surely, /she/ alone had that swaying
+figure; she alone knew the secret of that chaste gait which innocently
+set into relief the many beauties of that attractive form. Yes, that
+was the shawl, and that the velvet bonnet which she wore in the
+mornings. On her gray silk stockings not a spot, on her shoes not a
+splash. The shawl held tightly round the bust disclosed, vaguely, its
+charming lines; and the young man, who had often seen those shoulders
+at a ball, knew well the treasures that the shawl concealed. By the
+way a Parisian woman wraps a shawl around her, and the way she lifts
+her feet in the street, a man of intelligence in such studies can
+divine the secret of her mysterious errand. There is something, I know
+not what, of quivering buoyancy in the person, in the gait; the woman
+seems to weigh less; she steps, or rather, she glides like a star, and
+floats onward led by a thought which exhales from the folds and motion
+of her dress. The young man hastened his step, passed the woman, and
+then turned back to look at her. Pst! she had disappeared into a
+passage-way, the grated door of which and its bell still rattled and
+sounded. The young man walked back to the alley and saw the woman
+reach the farther end, where she began to mount--not without receiving
+the obsequious bow of an old portress--a winding staircase, the lower
+steps of which were strongly lighted; she went up buoyantly, eagerly,
+as though impatient.
+
+"Impatient for what?" said the young man to himself, drawing back to
+lean against a wooden railing on the other side of the street. He
+gazed, unhappy man, at the different storeys of the house, with the
+keen attention of a detective searching for a conspirator.
+
+It was one of those houses of which there are thousands in Paris,
+ignoble, vulgar, narrow, yellowish in tone, with four storeys and
+three windows on each floor. The outer blinds of the first floor were
+closed. Where was she going? The young man fancied he heard the tinkle
+of a bell on the second floor. As if in answer to it, a light began to
+move in a room with two windows strongly illuminated, which presently
+lit up the third window, evidently that of a first room, either the
+salon or the dining-room of the apartment. Instantly the outline of a
+woman's bonnet showed vaguely on the window, and a door between the
+two rooms must have closed, for the first was dark again, while the
+two other windows resumed their ruddy glow. At this moment a voice
+said, "Hi, there!" and the young man was conscious of a blow on his
+shoulder.
+
+"Why don't you pay attention?" said the rough voice of a workman,
+carrying a plank on his shoulder. The man passed on. He was the voice
+of Providence saying to the watcher: "What are you meddling with?
+Think of your own duty; and leave these Parisians to their own
+affairs."
+
+The young man crossed his arms; then, as no one beheld him, he
+suffered tears of rage to flow down his cheeks unchecked. At last the
+sight of the shadows moving behind the lighted windows gave him such
+pain that he looked elsewhere and noticed a hackney-coach, standing
+against a wall in the upper part of the rue des Vieux-Augustins, at a
+place where there was neither the door of a house, nor the light of a
+shop-window.
+
+Was it she? Was it not she? Life or death to a lover! This lover
+waited. He stood there during a century of twenty minutes. After that
+the woman came down, and he then recognized her as the one whom he
+secretly loved. Nevertheless, he wanted still to doubt. She went to
+the hackney-coach, and got into it.
+
+"The house will always be there and I can search it later," thought
+the young man, following the carriage at a run, to solve his last
+doubts; and soon he did so.
+
+The carriage stopped in the rue de Richelieu before a shop for
+artificial flowers, close to the rue de Menars. The lady got out,
+entered the shop, sent out the money to pay the coachman, and
+presently left the shop herself, on foot, after buying a bunch of
+marabouts. Marabouts for her black hair! The officer beheld her,
+through the window-panes, placing the feathers to her head to see the
+effect, and he fancied he could hear the conversation between herself
+and the shop-woman.
+
+"Oh! madame, nothing is more suitable for brunettes: brunettes have
+something a little too strongly marked in their lines, and marabouts
+give them just that /flow/ which they lack. Madame la Duchesse de
+Langeais says they give a woman something vague, Ossianic, and very
+high-bred."
+
+"Very good; send them to me at once."
+
+Then the lady turned quickly toward the rue de Menars, and entered her
+own house. When the door closed on her, the young lover, having lost
+his hopes, and worse, far worse, his dearest beliefs, walked through
+the streets like a drunken man, and presently found himself in his own
+room without knowing how he came there. He flung himself into an arm-
+chair, put his head in his hands and his feet on the andirons, drying
+his boots until he burned them. It was an awful moment,--one of those
+moments in human life when the character is moulded, and the future
+conduct of the best of men depends on the good or evil fortune of his
+first action. Providence or fatality?--choose which you will.
+
+This young man belonged to a good family, whose nobility was not very
+ancient; but there are so few really old families in these days, that
+all men of rank are ancient without dispute. His grandfather had
+bought the office of counsellor to the Parliament of Paris, where he
+afterwards became president. His sons, each provided with a handsome
+fortune, entered the army, and through their marriages became attached
+to the court. The Revolution swept the family away; but one old
+dowager, too obstinate to emigrate, was left; she was put in prison,
+threatened with death, but was saved by the 9th Thermidor and
+recovered her property. When the proper time came, about the year
+1804, she recalled her grandson to France. Auguste de Maulincour, the
+only scion of the Carbonnon de Maulincour, was brought up by the good
+dowager with the triple care of a mother, a woman of rank, and an
+obstinate dowager. When the Restoration came, the young man, then
+eighteen years of age, entered the Maison-Rouge, followed the princes
+to Ghent, was made an officer in the body-guard, left it to serve in
+the line, but was recalled later to the Royal Guard, where, at twenty-
+three years of age, he found himself major of a cavalry regiment,--a
+splendid position, due to his grandmother, who had played her cards
+well to obtain it, in spite of his youth. This double biography is a
+compendium of the general and special history, barring variations, of
+all the noble families who emigrated having debts and property,
+dowagers and tact.
+
+Madame la Baronne de Maulincour had a friend in the old Vidame de
+Pamiers, formerly a commander of the Knights of Malta. This was one of
+those undying friendships founded on sexagenary ties which nothing can
+weaken, because at the bottom of such intimacies there are certain
+secrets of the human heart, delightful to guess at when we have the
+time, insipid to explain in twenty words, and which might make the
+text of a work in four volumes as amusing as the Doyen de Killerine,--
+a work about which young men talk and judge without having read it.
+
+Auguste de Maulincour belonged therefore to the faubourg Saint-Germain
+through his grandmother and the vidame, and it sufficed him to date
+back two centuries to take the tone and opinions of those who assume
+to go back to Clovis. This young man, pale, slender, and delicate in
+appearance, a man of honor and true courage, who would fight a duel
+for a yes or a no, had never yet fought upon a battle-field, though he
+wore in his button-hole the cross of the Legion of honor. He was, as
+you perceive, one of the blunders of the Restoration, perhaps the most
+excusable of them. The youth of those days was the youth of no epoch.
+It came between the memories of the Empire and those of the
+Emigration, between the old traditions of the court and the
+conscientious education of the /bourgeoisie/; between religion and
+fancy-balls; between two political faiths, between Louis XVIII., who
+saw only the present, and Charles X., who looked too far into the
+future; it was moreover bound to accept the will of the king, though
+the king was deceiving and tricking it. This unfortunate youth, blind
+and yet clear-sighted, was counted as nothing by old men jealously
+keeping the reins of the State in their feeble hands, while the
+monarchy could have been saved by their retirement and the accession
+of this Young France, which the old doctrinaires, the /emigres/ of the
+Restoration, still speak of slightingly. Auguste de Maulincour was a
+victim to the ideas which weighed in those days upon French youth, and
+we must here explain why.
+
+The Vidame de Pamiers was still, at sixty-seven years of age, a very
+brilliant man, having seen much and lived much; a good talker, a man
+of honor and a gallant man, but who held as to women the most
+detestable opinions; he loved them, and he despised them. /Their/
+honor! /their/ feelings! Ta-ra-ra, rubbish and shams! When he was with
+them, he believed in them, the ci-devant "monstre"; he never
+contradicted them, and he made them shine. But among his male friends,
+when the topic of the sex came up, he laid down the principle that to
+deceive women, and to carry on several intrigues at once, should be
+the occupation of those young men who were so misguided as to wish to
+meddle in the affairs of the State. It is sad to have to sketch so
+hackneyed a portrait, for has it not figured everywhere and become,
+literally, as threadbare as that of a grenadier of the Empire? But the
+vidame had an influence on Monsieur de Maulincour's destiny which
+obliges us to preserve his portrait; he lectured the young man after
+his fashion, and did his best to convert him to the doctrines of the
+great age of gallantry.
+
+The dowager, a tender-hearted, pious woman, sitting between God and
+her vidame, a model of grace and sweetness, but gifted with that
+well-bred persistency which triumphs in the long run, had longed to
+preserve for her grandson the beautiful illusions of life, and had
+therefore brought him up in the highest principles; she instilled into
+him her own delicacy of feeling and made him, to outward appearance, a
+timid man, if not a fool. The sensibilities of the young fellow,
+preserved pure, were not worn by contact without; he remained so
+chaste, so scrupulous, that he was keenly offended by actions and
+maxims to which the world attached no consequence. Ashamed of this
+susceptibility, he forced himself to conceal it under a false
+hardihood; but he suffered in secret, all the while scoffing with
+others at the things he reverenced.
+
+It came to pass that he was deceived; because, in accordance with a
+not uncommon whim of destiny, he, a man of gentle melancholy, and
+spiritual in love, encountered in the object of his first passion a
+woman who held in horror all German sentimentalism. The young man, in
+consequence, distrusted himself, became dreamy, absorbed in his
+griefs, complaining of not being understood. Then, as we desire all
+the more violently the things we find difficult to obtain, he
+continued to adore women with that ingenuous tenderness and feline
+delicacy the secret of which belongs to women themselves, who may,
+perhaps, prefer to keep the monopoly of it. In point of fact, though
+women of the world complain of the way men love them, they have little
+liking themselves for those whose soul is half feminine. Their own
+superiority consists in making men believe they are their inferiors in
+love; therefore they will readily leave a lover if he is inexperienced
+enough to rob them of those fears with which they seek to deck
+themselves, those delightful tortures of feigned jealousy, those
+troubles of hope betrayed, those futile expectations,--in short, the
+whole procession of their feminine miseries. They hold Sir Charles
+Grandison in horror. What can be more contrary to their nature than a
+tranquil, perfect love? They want emotions; happiness without storms
+is not happiness to them. Women with souls that are strong enough to
+bring infinitude into love are angelic exceptions; they are among
+women what noble geniuses are among men. Their great passions are rare
+as masterpieces. Below the level of such love come compromises,
+conventions, passing and contemptible irritations, as in all things
+petty and perishable.
+
+Amid the hidden disasters of his heart, and while he was still seeking
+the woman who could comprehend him (a search which, let us remark in
+passing, is one of the amorous follies of our epoch), Auguste met, in
+the rank of society that was farthest from his own, in the secondary
+sphere of money, where banking holds the first place, a perfect being,
+one of those women who have I know not what about them that is saintly
+and sacred,--women who inspire such reverence that love has need of
+the help of a long familiarity to declare itself.
+
+Auguste then gave himself up wholly to the delights of the deepest and
+most moving of passions, to a love that was purely adoring.
+Innumerable repressed desires there were, shadows of passion so vague
+yet so profound, so fugitive and yet so actual, that one scarcely
+knows to what we may compare them. They are like perfumes, or clouds,
+or rays of the sun, or shadows, or whatever there is in nature that
+shines for a moment and disappears, that springs to life and dies,
+leaving in the heart long echoes of emotion. When the soul is young
+enough to nurture melancholy and far-off hope, to find in woman more
+than a woman, is it not the greatest happiness that can befall a man
+when he loves enough to feel more joy in touching a gloved hand, or a
+lock of hair, in listening to a word, in casting a single look, than
+in all the ardor of possession given by happy love? Thus it is that
+rejected persons, those rebuffed by fate, the ugly and unfortunate,
+lovers unrevealed, women and timid men, alone know the treasures
+contained in the voice of the beloved. Taking their source and their
+element from the soul itself, the vibrations of the air, charged with
+passion, put our hearts so powerfully into communion, carrying thought
+between them so lucidly, and being, above all, so incapable of
+falsehood, that a single inflection of a voice is often a revelation.
+What enchantments the intonations of a tender voice can bestow upon
+the heart of a poet! What ideas they awaken! What freshness they shed
+there! Love is in the voice before the glance avows it. Auguste, poet
+after the manner of lovers (there are poets who feel, and poets who
+express; the first are the happiest), Auguste had tasted all these
+early joys, so vast, so fecund. SHE possessed the most winning organ
+that the most artful woman of the world could have desired in order to
+deceive at her ease; /she/ had that silvery voice which is soft to the
+ear, and ringing only for the heart which it stirs and troubles,
+caresses and subjugates.
+
+And this woman went by night to the rue Soly through the rue Pagevin!
+and her furtive apparition in an infamous house had just destroyed the
+grandest of passions! The vidame's logic triumphed.
+
+"If she is betraying her husband we will avenge ourselves," said
+Auguste.
+
+There was still faith in that "if." The philosophic doubt of Descartes
+is a politeness with which we should always honor virtue. Ten o'clock
+sounded. The Baron de Maulincour remembered that this woman was going
+to a ball that evening at a house to which he had access. He dressed,
+went there, and searched for her through all the salons. The mistress
+of the house, Madame de Nucingen, seeing him thus occupied, said:--
+
+"You are looking for Madame Jules; but she has not yet come."
+
+"Good evening, dear," said a voice.
+
+Auguste and Madame de Nucingen turned round. Madame Jules had arrived,
+dressed in white, looking simple and noble, wearing in her hair the
+marabouts the young baron had seen her choose in the flower-shop. That
+voice of love now pierced his heart. Had he won the slightest right to
+be jealous of her he would have petrified her then and there by saying
+the words, "Rue Soly!" But if he, an alien to her life, had said those
+words in her ear a thousand times, Madame Jules would have asked him
+in astonishment what he meant. He looked at her stupidly.
+
+For those sarcastic persons who scoff at all things it may be a great
+amusement to detect the secret of a woman, to know that her chastity
+is a lie, that her calm face hides some anxious thought, that under
+that pure brow is a dreadful drama. But there are other souls to whom
+the sight is saddening; and many of those who laugh in public, when
+withdrawn into themselves and alone with their conscience, curse the
+world while they despise the woman. Such was the case with Auguste de
+Maulincour, as he stood there in presence of Madame Jules. Singular
+situation! There was no other relation between them than that which
+social life establishes between persons who exchange a few words seven
+or eight times in the course of a winter, and yet he was calling her
+to account on behalf of a happiness unknown to her; he was judging
+her, without letting her know of his accusation.
+
+Many young men find themselves thus in despair at having broken
+forever with a woman adored in secret, condemned and despised in
+secret. There are many hidden monologues told to the walls of some
+solitary lodging; storms roused and calmed without ever leaving the
+depths of hearts; amazing scenes of the moral world, for which a
+painter is wanted. Madame Jules sat down, leaving her husband to make
+a turn around the salon. After she was seated she seemed uneasy, and,
+while talking with her neighbor, she kept a furtive eye on Monsieur
+Jules Desmarets, her husband, a broker chiefly employed by the Baron
+de Nucingen. The following is the history of their home life.
+
+Monsieur Desmarets was, five years before his marriage, in a broker's
+office, with no other means than the meagre salary of a clerk. But he
+was a man to whom misfortune had early taught the truths of life, and
+he followed the strait path with the tenacity of an insect making for
+its nest; he was one of those dogged young men who feign death before
+an obstacle and wear out everybody's patience with their own beetle-
+like perseverance. Thus, young as he was, he had all the republican
+virtue of poor peoples; he was sober, saving of his time, an enemy to
+pleasure. He waited. Nature had given him the immense advantage of an
+agreeable exterior. His calm, pure brow, the shape of his placid, but
+expressive face, his simple manners,--all revealed in him a laborious
+and resigned existence, that lofty personal dignity which is imposing
+to others, and the secret nobility of heart which can meet all events.
+His modesty inspired a sort of respect in those who knew him. Solitary
+in the midst of Paris, he knew the social world only by glimpses
+during the brief moments which he spent in his patron's salon on
+holidays.
+
+There were passions in this young man, as in most of the men who live
+in that way, of amazing profundity,--passions too vast to be drawn
+into petty incidents. His want of means compelled him to lead an
+ascetic life, and he conquered his fancies by hard work. After paling
+all day over figures, he found his recreation in striving obstinately
+to acquire that wide general knowledge so necessary in these days to
+every man who wants to make his mark, whether in society, or in
+commerce, at the bar, or in politics or literature. The only peril
+these fine souls have to fear comes from their own uprightness. They
+see some poor girl; they love her; they marry her, and wear out their
+lives in a struggle between poverty and love. The noblest ambition is
+quenched perforce by the household account-book. Jules Desmarets went
+headlong into this peril.
+
+He met one evening at his patron's house a girl of the rarest beauty.
+Unfortunate men who are deprived of affection, and who consume the
+finest hours of youth in work and study, alone know the rapid ravages
+that passion makes in their lonely, misconceived hearts. They are so
+certain of loving truly, all their forces are concentrated so quickly
+on the object of their love, that they receive, while beside her, the
+most delightful sensations, when, as often happens, they inspire none
+at all. Nothing is more flattering to a woman's egotism than to divine
+this passion, apparently immovable, and these emotions so deep that
+they have needed a great length of time to reach the human surface.
+These poor men, anchorites in the midst of Paris, have all the
+enjoyments of anchorites; and may sometimes succumb to temptations.
+But, more often deceived, betrayed, and misunderstood, they are rarely
+able to gather the sweet fruits of a love which, to them, is like a
+flower dropped from heaven.
+
+One smile from his wife, a single inflection of her voice sufficed to
+make Jules Desmarets conceive a passion which was boundless. Happily,
+the concentrated fire of that secret passion revealed itself artlessly
+to the woman who inspired it. These two beings then loved each other
+religiously. To express all in a word, they clasped hands without
+shame before the eyes of the world and went their way like two
+children, brother and sister, passing serenely through a crowd where
+all made way for them and admired them.
+
+The young girl was in one of those unfortunate positions which human
+selfishness entails upon children. She had no civil status; her name
+of "Clemence" and her age were recorded only by a notary public. As
+for her fortune, that was small indeed. Jules Desmarets was a happy
+man on hearing these particulars. If Clemence had belonged to an
+opulent family, he might have despaired of obtaining her; but she was
+only the poor child of love, the fruit of some terrible adulterous
+passion; and they were married. Then began for Jules Desmarets a
+series of fortunate events. Every one envied his happiness; and
+henceforth talked only of his luck, without recalling either his
+virtues or his courage.
+
+Some days after their marriage, the mother of Clemence, who passed in
+society for her godmother, told Jules Desmarets to buy the office and
+good-will of a broker, promising to provide him with the necessary
+capital. In those days, such offices could still be bought at a modest
+price. That evening, in the salon as it happened of his patron, a
+wealthy capitalist proposed, on the recommendation of the mother, a
+very advantageous transaction for Jules Desmarets, and the next day
+the happy clerk was able to buy out his patron. In four years
+Desmarets became one of the most prosperous men in his business; new
+clients increased the number his predecessor had left to him; he
+inspired confidence in all; and it was impossible for him not to feel,
+by the way business came to him, that some hidden influence, due to
+his mother-in-law, or to Providence, was secretly protecting him.
+
+At the end of the third year Clemence lost her godmother. By that time
+Monsieur Jules (so called to distinguish him from an elder brother,
+whom he had set up as a notary in Paris) possessed an income from
+invested property of two hundred thousand francs. There was not in all
+Paris another instance of the domestic happiness enjoyed by this
+couple. For five years their exceptional love had been troubled by
+only one event,--a calumny for which Monsieur Jules exacted vengeance.
+One of his former comrades attributed to Madame Jules the fortune of
+her husband, explaining that it came from a high protection dearly
+paid for. The man who uttered the calumny was killed in the duel that
+followed it.
+
+The profound passion of this couple, which survived marriage, obtained
+a great success in society, though some women were annoyed by it. The
+charming household was respected; everybody feted it. Monsieur and
+Madame Jules were sincerely liked, perhaps because there is nothing
+more delightful to see than happy people; but they never stayed long
+at any festivity. They slipped away early, as impatient to regain
+their nest as wandering pigeons. This nest was a large and beautiful
+mansion in the rue de Menars, where a true feeling for art tempered
+the luxury which the financial world continues, traditionally, to
+display. Here the happy pair received their society magnificently,
+although the obligations of social life suited them but little.
+
+Nevertheless, Jules submitted to the demands of the world, knowing
+that, sooner or later, a family has need of it; but he and his wife
+felt themselves, in its midst, like green-house plants in a tempest.
+With a delicacy that was very natural, Jules had concealed from his
+wife the calumny and the death of the calumniator. Madame Jules,
+herself, was inclined, through her sensitive and artistic nature, to
+desire luxury. In spite of the terrible lesson of the duel, some
+imprudent women whispered to each other that Madame Jules must
+sometimes be pressed for money. They often found her more elegantly
+dressed in her own home than when she went into society. She loved to
+adorn herself to please her husband, wishing to show him that to her
+he was more than any social life. A true love, a pure love, above all,
+a happy love! Jules, always a lover, and more in love as time went by,
+was happy in all things beside his wife, even in her caprices; in
+fact, he would have been uneasy if she had none, thinking it a symptom
+of some illness.
+
+Auguste de Maulincour had the personal misfortune of running against
+this passion, and falling in love with the wife beyond recovery.
+Nevertheless, though he carried in his heart so intense a love, he was
+not ridiculous; he complied with all the demands of society, and of
+military manners and customs. And yet his face wore constantly, even
+though he might be drinking a glass of champagne, that dreamy look,
+that air of silently despising life, that nebulous expression which
+belongs, though for other reasons, to /blases/ men,--men dissatisfied
+with hollow lives. To love without hope, to be disgusted with life,
+constitute, in these days, a social position. The enterprise of
+winning the heart of a sovereign might give, perhaps, more hope than a
+love rashly conceived for a happy woman. Therefore Maulincour had
+sufficient reason to be grave and gloomy. A queen has the vanity of
+her power; the height of her elevation protects her. But a pious
+/bourgeoise/ is like a hedgehog, or an oyster, in its rough wrappings.
+
+At this moment the young officer was beside his unconscious mistress,
+who certainly was unaware that she was doubly faithless. Madame Jules
+was seated, in a naive attitude, like the least artful woman in
+existence, soft and gentle, full of a majestic serenity. What an abyss
+is human nature! Before beginning a conversation, the baron looked
+alternately at the wife and at the husband. How many were the
+reflections he made! He recomposed the "Night Thoughts" of Young in a
+second. And yet the music was sounding through the salons, the light
+was pouring from a thousand candles. It was a banker's ball,--one of
+those insolent festivals by means of which the world of solid gold
+endeavored to sneer at the gold-embossed salons where the faubourg
+Saint-Germain met and laughed, not foreseeing the day when the bank
+would invade the Luxembourg and take its seat upon the throne. The
+conspirators were now dancing, indifferent to coming bankruptcies,
+whether of Power or of the Bank. The gilded salons of the Baron de
+Nucingen were gay with that peculiar animation that the world of
+Paris, apparently joyous at any rate, gives to its fetes. There, men
+of talent communicate their wit to fools, and fools communicate that
+air of enjoyment that characterizes them. By means of this exchange
+all is liveliness. But a ball in Paris always resembles fireworks to a
+certain extent; wit, coquetry, and pleasure sparkle and go out like
+rockets. The next day all present have forgotten their wit, their
+coquetry, their pleasure.
+
+"Ah!" thought Auguste, by way of conclusion, "women are what the
+vidame says they are. Certainly all those dancing here are less
+irreproachable actually than Madame Jules appears to be, and yet
+Madame Jules went to the rue Soly!"
+
+The rue Soly was like an illness to him; the very word shrivelled his
+heart.
+
+"Madame, do you ever dance?" he said to her.
+
+"This is the third time you have asked me that question this winter,"
+she answered, smiling.
+
+"But perhaps you have never answered it."
+
+"That is true."
+
+"I knew very well that you were false, like other women."
+
+Madame Jules continued to smile.
+
+"Listen, monsieur," she said; "if I told you the real reason, you
+would think it ridiculous. I do not think it false to abstain from
+telling things that the world would laugh at."
+
+"All secrets demand, in order to be told, a friendship of which I am
+no doubt unworthy, madame. But you cannot have any but noble secrets;
+do you think me capable of jesting on noble things?"
+
+"Yes," she said, "you, like all the rest, laugh at our purest
+sentiments; you calumniate them. Besides, I have no secrets. I have
+the right to love my husband in the face of all the world, and I say
+so,--I am proud of it; and if you laugh at me when I tell you that I
+dance only with him, I shall have a bad opinion of your heart."
+
+"Have you never danced since your marriage with any one but your
+husband?"
+
+"Never. His arm is the only one on which I have leaned; I have never
+felt the touch of another man."
+
+"Has your physician never felt your pulse?"
+
+"Now you are laughing at me."
+
+"No, madame, I admire you, because I comprehend you. But you let a man
+hear your voice, you let yourself be seen, you--in short, you permit
+our eyes to admire you--"
+
+"Ah!" she said, interrupting him, "that is one of my griefs. Yes, I
+wish it were possible for a married woman to live secluded with her
+husband, as a mistress lives with her lover, for then--"
+
+"Then why were you, two hours ago, on foot, disguised, in the rue
+Soly?"
+
+"The rue Soly, where is that?"
+
+And her pure voice gave no sign of any emotion; no feature of her face
+quivered; she did not blush; she remained calm.
+
+"What! you did not go up to the second floor of a house in the rue des
+Vieux-Augustins at the corner of the rue Soly? You did not have a
+hackney-coach waiting near by? You did not return in it to the flower-
+shop in the rue Richelieu, where you bought the feathers that are now
+in your hair?"
+
+"I did not leave my house this evening."
+
+As she uttered that lie she was smiling and imperturbable; she played
+with her fan; but if any one had passed a hand down her back they
+would, perhaps, have found it moist. At that instant Auguste
+remembered the instructions of the vidame.
+
+"Then it was some one who strangely resembled you," he said, with a
+credulous air.
+
+"Monsieur," she replied, "if you are capable of following a woman and
+detecting her secrets, you will allow me to say that it is a wrong, a
+very wrong thing, and I do you the honor to say that I disbelieve
+you."
+
+The baron turned away, placed himself before the fireplace and seemed
+thoughtful. He bent his head; but his eyes were covertly fixed on
+Madame Jules, who, not remembering the reflections in the mirror, cast
+two or three glances at him that were full of terror. Presently she
+made a sign to her husband and rising took his arm to walk about the
+salon. As she passed before Monsieur de Maulincour, who at that moment
+was speaking to a friend, he said in a loud voice, as if in reply to a
+remark: "That woman will certainly not sleep quietly this night."
+Madame Jules stopped, gave him an imposing look which expressed
+contempt, and continued her way, unaware that another look, if
+surprised by her husband, might endanger not only her happiness but
+the lives of two men. Auguste, frantic with anger, which he tried to
+smother in the depths of his soul, presently left the house, swearing
+to penetrate to the heart of the mystery. Before leaving, he sought
+Madame Jules, to look at her again; but she had disappeared.
+
+What a drama cast into that young head so eminently romantic, like all
+who have not known love in the wide extent which they give to it. He
+adored Madame Jules under a new aspect; he loved her now with the fury
+of jealousy and the frenzied anguish of hope. Unfaithful to her
+husband, the woman became common. Auguste could now give himself up to
+the joys of successful love, and his imagination opened to him a
+career of pleasures. Yes, he had lost the angel, but he had found the
+most delightful of demons. He went to bed, building castles in the
+air, excusing Madame Jules by some romantic fiction in which he did
+not believe. He resolved to devote himself wholly, from that day
+forth, to a search for the causes, motives, and keynote of this
+mystery. It was a tale to read, or better still, a drama to be played,
+in which he had a part.
+
+
+
+                              CHAPTER II
+
+                               FERRAGUS
+
+A fine thing is the task of a spy, when performed for one's own
+benefit and in the interests of a passion. Is it not giving ourselves
+the pleasure of a thief and a rascal while continuing honest men? But
+there is another side to it; we must resign ourselves to boil with
+anger, to roar with impatience, to freeze our feet in the mud, to be
+numbed, and roasted, and torn by false hopes. We must go, on the faith
+of a mere indication, to a vague object, miss our end, curse our luck,
+improvise to ourselves elegies, dithyrambics, exclaim idiotically
+before inoffensive pedestrians who observe us, knock over old apple-
+women and their baskets, run hither and thither, stand on guard
+beneath a window, make a thousand suppositions. But, after all, it is
+a chase, a hunt; a hunt in Paris, a hunt with all its chances, minus
+dogs and guns and the tally-ho! Nothing compares with it but the life
+of gamblers. But it needs a heart big with love and vengeance to
+ambush itself in Paris, like a tiger waiting to spring upon its prey,
+and to enjoy the chances and contingencies of Paris, by adding one
+special interest to the many that abound there. But for this we need a
+many-sided soul--for must we not live in a thousand passions, a
+thousand sentiments?
+
+Auguste de Maulincour flung himself into this ardent existence
+passionately, for he felt all its pleasures and all its misery. He
+went disguised about Paris, watching at the corners of the rue Pagevin
+and the rue des Vieux-Augustins. He hurried like a hunter from the rue
+de Menars to the rue Soly, and back from the rue Soly to the rue de
+Menars, without obtaining either the vengeance or the knowledge which
+would punish or reward such cares, such efforts, such wiles. But he
+had not yet reached that impatience which wrings our very entrails and
+makes us sweat; he roamed in hope, believing that Madame Jules would
+only refrain for a few days from revisiting the place where she knew
+she had been detected. He devoted the first days therefore, to a
+careful study of the secrets of the street. A novice at such work, he
+dared not question either the porter or the shoemaker of the house to
+which Madame Jules had gone; but he managed to obtain a post of
+observation in a house directly opposite to the mysterious apartment.
+He studied the ground, trying to reconcile the conflicting demands of
+prudence, impatience, love, and secrecy.
+
+Early in the month of March, while busy with plans by which he
+expected to strike a decisive blow, he left his post about four in the
+afternoon, after one of those patient watches from which he had
+learned nothing. He was on his way to his own house whither a matter
+relating to his military service called him, when he was overtaken in
+the rue Coquilliere by one of those heavy showers which instantly
+flood the gutters, while each drop of rain rings loudly in the puddles
+of the roadway. A pedestrian under these circumstances is forced to
+stop short and take refuge in a shop or cafe if he is rich enough to
+pay for the forced hospitality, or, if in poorer circumstances, under
+a /porte-cochere/, that haven of paupers or shabbily dressed persons.
+Why have none of our painters ever attempted to reproduce the
+physiognomies of a swarm of Parisians, grouped, under stress of
+weather, in the damp /porte-cochere/ of a building? First, there's the
+musing philosophical pedestrian, who observes with interest all he
+sees,--whether it be the stripes made by the rain on the gray
+background of the atmosphere (a species of chasing not unlike the
+capricious threads of spun glass), or the whirl of white water which
+the wind is driving like a luminous dust along the roofs, or the
+fitful disgorgements of the gutter-pipes, sparkling and foaming; in
+short, the thousand nothings to be admired and studied with delight by
+loungers, in spite of the porter's broom which pretends to be sweeping
+out the gateway. Then there's the talkative refugee, who complains and
+converses with the porter while he rests on his broom like a grenadier
+on his musket; or the pauper wayfarer, curled against the wall
+indifferent to the condition of his rags, long used, alas, to contact
+with the streets; or the learned pedestrian who studies, spells, and
+reads the posters on the walls without finishing them; or the smiling
+pedestrian who makes fun of others to whom some street fatality has
+happened, who laughs at the muddy women, and makes grimaces at those
+of either sex who are looking from the windows; and the silent being
+who gazes from floor to floor; and the working-man, armed with a
+satchel or a paper bundle, who is estimating the rain as a profit or
+loss; and the good-natured fugitive, who arrives like a shot
+exclaiming, "Ah! what weather, messieurs, what weather!" and bows to
+every one; and, finally, the true /bourgeois/ of Paris, with his
+unfailing umbrella, an expert in showers, who foresaw this particular
+one, but would come out in spite of his wife; this one takes a seat in
+the porter's chair. According to individual character, each member of
+this fortuitous society contemplates the skies, and departs, skipping
+to avoid the mud,--because he is in a hurry, or because he sees other
+citizens walking along in spite of wind and slush, or because, the
+archway being damp and mortally catarrhal, the bed's edge, as the
+proverb says, is better than the sheets. Each one has his motive. No
+one is left but the prudent pedestrian, the man who, before he sets
+forth, makes sure of a scrap of blue sky through the rifting clouds.
+
+Monsieur de Maulincour took refuge, as we have said, with a whole
+family of fugitives, under the porch of an old house, the court-yard
+of which looked like the flue of a chimney. The sides of its
+plastered, nitrified, and mouldy walls were so covered with pipes and
+conduits from all the many floors of its four elevations, that it
+might have been said to resemble at that moment the /cascatelles/ of
+Saint-Cloud. Water flowed everywhere; it boiled, it leaped, it
+murmured; it was black, white, blue, and green; it shrieked, it
+bubbled under the broom of the portress, a toothless old woman used to
+storms, who seemed to bless them as she swept into the street a mass
+of scraps an intelligent inventory of which would have revealed the
+lives and habits of every dweller in the house,--bits of printed
+cottons, tea-leaves, artificial flower-petals faded and worthless,
+vegetable parings, papers, scraps of metal. At every sweep of her
+broom the old woman bared the soul of the gutter, that black fissure
+on which a porter's mind is ever bent. The poor lover examined this
+scene, like a thousand others which our heaving Paris presents daily;
+but he examined it mechanically, as a man absorbed in thought, when,
+happening to look up, he found himself all but nose to nose with a man
+who had just entered the gateway.
+
+In appearance this man was a beggar, but not the Parisian beggar,--
+that creation without a name in human language; no, this man formed
+another type, while presenting on the outside all the ideas suggested
+by the word "beggar." He was not marked by those original Parisian
+characteristics which strike us so forcibly in the paupers whom
+Charlet was fond of representing, with his rare luck in observation,--
+coarse faces reeking of mud, hoarse voices, reddened and bulbous
+noses, mouths devoid of teeth but menacing; humble yet terrible
+beings, in whom a profound intelligence shining in their eyes seems
+like a contradiction. Some of these bold vagabonds have blotched,
+cracked, veiny skins; their foreheads are covered with wrinkles, their
+hair scanty and dirty, like a wig thrown on a dust-heap. All are gay
+in their degradation, and degraded in their joys; all are marked with
+the stamp of debauchery, casting their silence as a reproach; their
+very attitude revealing fearful thoughts. Placed between crime and
+beggary they have no compunctions, and circle prudently around the
+scaffold without mounting it, innocent in the midst of crime, and
+vicious in their innocence. They often cause a laugh, but they always
+cause reflection. One represents to you civilization stunted,
+repressed; he comprehends everything, the honor of the galleys,
+patriotism, virtue, the malice of a vulgar crime, or the fine
+astuteness of elegant wickedness. Another is resigned, a perfect
+mimer, but stupid. All have slight yearnings after order and work, but
+they are pushed back into their mire by society, which makes no
+inquiry as to what there may be of great men, poets, intrepid souls,
+and splendid organizations among these vagrants, these gypsies of
+Paris; a people eminently good and eminently evil--like all the masses
+who suffer--accustomed to endure unspeakable woes, and whom a fatal
+power holds ever down to the level of the mire. They all have a dream,
+a hope, a happiness,--cards, lottery, or wine.
+
+There was nothing of all this in the personage who now leaned
+carelessly against the wall in front of Monsieur de Maulincour, like
+some fantastic idea drawn by an artist on the back of a canvas the
+front of which is turned to the wall. This tall, spare man, whose
+leaden visage expressed some deep but chilling thought, dried up all
+pity in the hearts of those who looked at him by the scowling look and
+the sarcastic attitude which announced an intention of treating every
+man as an equal. His face was of a dirty white, and his wrinkled
+skull, denuded of hair, bore a vague resemblance to a block of
+granite. A few gray locks on either side of his head fell straight to
+the collar of his greasy coat, which was buttoned to the chin. He
+resembled both Voltaire and Don Quixote; he was, apparently, scoffing
+but melancholy, full of disdain and philosophy, but half-crazy. He
+seemed to have no shirt. His beard was long. A rusty black cravat,
+much worn and ragged, exposed a protuberant neck deeply furrowed, with
+veins as thick as cords. A large brown circle like a bruise was
+strongly marked beneath his eyes, He seemed to be at least sixty years
+old. His hands were white and clean. His boots were trodden down at
+the heels, and full of holes. A pair of blue trousers, mended in
+various places, were covered with a species of fluff which made them
+offensive to the eye. Whether it was that his damp clothes exhaled a
+fetid odor, or that he had in his normal condition the "poor smell"
+which belongs to Parisian tenements, just as offices, sacristies, and
+hospitals have their own peculiar and rancid fetidness, of which no
+words can give the least idea, or whether some other reason affected
+them, those in the vicinity of this man immediately moved away and
+left him alone. He cast upon them and also upon the officer a calm,
+expressionless look, the celebrated look of Monsieur de Talleyrand, a
+dull, wan glance, without warmth, a species of impenetrable veil,
+beneath which a strong soul hides profound emotions and close
+estimation of men and things and events. Not a fold of his face
+quivered. His mouth and forehead were impassible; but his eyes moved
+and lowered themselves with a noble, almost tragic slowness. There
+was, in fact, a whole drama in the motion of those withered eyelids.
+
+The aspect of this stoical figure gave rise in Monsieur de Maulincour
+to one of those vagabond reveries which begin with a common question
+and end by comprising a world of thought. The storm was past. Monsieur
+de Maulincour presently saw no more of the man than the tail of his
+coat as it brushed the gate-post, but as he turned to leave his own
+place he noticed at his feet a letter which must have fallen from the
+unknown beggar when he took, as the baron had seen him take, a
+handkerchief from his pocket. The young man picked it up, and read,
+involuntarily, the address: "To Monsieur Ferragusse, Rue des Grands-
+Augustains, corner of rue Soly."
+
+The letter bore no postmark, and the address prevented Monsieur de
+Maulincour from following the beggar and returning it; for there are
+few passions that will not fail in rectitude in the long run. The
+baron had a presentiment of the opportunity afforded by this windfall.
+He determined to keep the letter, which would give him the right to
+enter the mysterious house to return it to the strange man, not
+doubting that he lived there. Suspicions, vague as the first faint
+gleams of daylight, made him fancy relations between this man and
+Madame Jules. A jealous lover supposes everything; and it is by
+supposing everything and selecting the most probable of their
+conjectures that judges, spies, lovers, and observers get at the truth
+they are looking for.
+
+"Is the letter for him? Is it from Madame Jules?"
+
+His restless imagination tossed a thousand such questions to him; but
+when he read the first words of the letter he smiled. Here it is,
+textually, in all the simplicity of its artless phrases and its
+miserable orthography,--a letter to which it would be impossible to
+add anything, or to take anything away, unless it were the letter
+itself. But we have yielded to the necessity of punctuating it. In the
+original there were neither commas nor stops of any kind, not even
+notes of exclamation,--a fact which tends to undervalue the system of
+notes and dashes by which modern authors have endeavored to depict the
+great disasters of all the passions:--
+
+  Henry,--Among the manny sacrifisis I imposed upon myself for your
+  sake was that of not giving you anny news of me; but an
+  iresistible voise now compells me to let you know the wrong you
+  have done me. I know beforehand that your soul hardened in vise
+  will not pitty me. Your heart is deaf to feeling. Is it deaf to
+  the cries of nature? But what matter? I must tell you to what a
+  dredful point you are gilty, and the horror of the position to
+  which you have brought me. Henry, you knew what I sufered from my
+  first wrong-doing, and yet you plunged me into the same misery,
+  and then abbandoned me to my dispair and sufering. Yes, I will say
+  it, the belif I had that you loved me and esteemed me gave me
+  corage to bare my fate. But now, what have I left? Have you not
+  made me loose all that was dear to me, all that held me to life;
+  parents, frends, onor, reputation,--all, I have sacrifised all to
+  you, and nothing is left me but shame, oprobrum, and--I say this
+  without blushing--poverty. Nothing was wanting to my misfortunes
+  but the sertainty of your contempt and hatred; and now I have them
+  I find the corage that my project requires. My decision is made;
+  the onor of my famly commands it. I must put an end to my
+  suferins. Make no remarks upon my conduct, Henry; it is orful, I
+  know, but my condition obliges me. Without help, without suport,
+  without one frend to comfort me, can I live? No. Fate has desided
+  for me. So in two days, Henry, two days, Ida will have seased to
+  be worthy of your regard. Oh, Henry! oh, my frend! for I can never
+  change to you, promise me to forgive me for what I am going to do.
+  Do not forget that you have driven me to it; it is your work, and
+  you must judge it. May heven not punish you for all your crimes. I
+  ask your pardon on my knees, for I feel nothing is wanting to my
+  misery but the sorow of knowing you unhappy. In spite of the
+  poverty I am in I shall refuse all help from you. If you had loved
+  me I would have taken all from your friendship; but a benfit given
+  by pitty /my soul refussis/. I would be baser to take it than he
+  who offered it. I have one favor to ask of you. I don't know how
+  long I must stay at Madame Meynardie's; be genrous enough not to
+  come there. Your last two vissits did me a harm I cannot get ofer.
+  I cannot enter into particlers about that conduct of yours. You
+  hate me,--you said so; that word is writen on my heart, and
+  freeses it with fear. Alas! it is now, when I need all my corage,
+  all my strength, that my faculties abandon me. Henry, my frend,
+  before I put a barrier forever between us, give me a last pruf of
+  your esteem. Write me, answer me, say you respect me still, though
+  you have seased to love me. My eyes are worthy still to look into
+  yours, but I do not ask an interfew; I fear my weakness and my
+  love. But for pitty's sake write me a line at once; it will give
+  me the corage I need to meet my trubbles. Farewell, orther of all
+  my woes, but the only frend my heart has chosen and will never
+  forget.
+
+Ida.
+
+
+This life of a young girl, with its love betrayed, its fatal joys, its
+pangs, its miseries, and its horrible resignation, summed up in a few
+words, this humble poem, essentially Parisian, written on dirty paper,
+influenced for a passing moment Monsieur de Maulincour. He asked
+himself whether this Ida might not be some poor relation of Madame
+Jules, and that strange rendezvous, which he had witnessed by chance,
+the mere necessity of a charitable effort. But could that old pauper
+have seduced this Ida? There was something impossible in the very
+idea. Wandering in this labyrinth of reflections, which crossed,
+recrossed, and obliterated one another, the baron reached the rue
+Pagevin, and saw a hackney-coach standing at the end of the rue des
+Vieux-Augustins where it enters the rue Montmartre. All waiting
+hackney-coaches now had an interest for him.
+
+"Can she be there?" he thought to himself, and his heart beat fast
+with a hot and feverish throbbing.
+
+He pushed the little door with the bell, but he lowered his head as he
+did so, obeying a sense of shame, for a voice said to him secretly:--
+
+"Why are you putting your foot into this mystery?"
+
+He went up a few steps, and found himself face to face with the old
+portress.
+
+"Monsieur Ferragus?" he said.
+
+"Don't know him."
+
+"Doesn't Monsieur Ferragus live here?"
+
+"Haven't such a name in the house."
+
+"But, my good woman--"
+
+"I'm not your good woman, monsieur, I'm the portress."
+
+"But, madame," persisted the baron, "I have a letter for Monsieur
+Ferragus."
+
+"Ah! if monsieur has a letter," she said, changing her tone, "that's
+another matter. Will you let me see it--that letter?"
+
+Auguste showed the folded letter. The old woman shook her head with a
+doubtful air, hesitated, seemed to wish to leave the lodge and inform
+the mysterious Ferragus of his unexpected visitor, but finally said:--
+
+"Very good; go up, monsieur. I suppose you know the way?"
+
+Without replying to this remark, which he thought might be a trap, the
+young officer ran lightly up the stairway, and rang loudly at the door
+of the second floor. His lover's instinct told him, "She is there."
+
+The beggar of the porch, Ferragus, the "orther" of Ida's woes, opened
+the door himself. He appeared in a flowered dressing-gown, white
+flannel trousers, his feet in embroidered slippers, and his face
+washed clean of stains. Madame Jules, whose head projected beyond the
+casing of the door in the next room, turned pale and dropped into a
+chair.
+
+"What is the matter, madame?" cried the officer, springing toward her.
+
+But Ferragus stretched forth an arm and flung the intruder back with
+so sharp a thrust that Auguste fancied he had received a blow with an
+iron bar full on his chest.
+
+"Back! monsieur," said the man. "What do you want there? For five or
+six days you have been roaming about the neighborhood. Are you a spy?"
+
+"Are you Monsieur Ferragus?" said the baron.
+
+"No, monsieur."
+
+"Nevertheless," continued Auguste, "it is to you that I must return
+this paper which you dropped in the gateway beneath which we both took
+refuge from the rain."
+
+While speaking and offering the letter to the man, Auguste did not
+refrain from casting an eye around the room where Ferragus received
+him. It was very well arranged, though simply. A fire burned on the
+hearth; and near it was a table with food upon it, which was served
+more sumptuously than agreed with the apparent conditions of the man
+and the poorness of his lodging. On a sofa in the next room, which he
+could see through the doorway, lay a heap of gold, and he heard a
+sound which could be no other than that of a woman weeping.
+
+"The paper belongs to me; I am much obliged to you," said the
+mysterious man, turning away as if to make the baron understand that
+he must go.
+
+Too curious himself to take much note of the deep examination of which
+he was himself the object, Auguste did not see the half-magnetic
+glance with which this strange being seemed to pierce him; had he
+encountered that basilisk eye he might have felt the danger that
+encompassed him. Too passionately excited to think of himself, Auguste
+bowed, went down the stairs, and returned home, striving to find a
+meaning in the connection of these three persons,--Ida, Ferragus, and
+Madame Jules; an occupation equivalent to that of trying to arrange
+the many-cornered bits of a Chinese puzzle without possessing the key
+to the game. But Madame Jules had seen him, Madame Jules went there,
+Madame Jules had lied to him. Maulincour determined to go and see her
+the next day. She could not refuse his visit, for he was now her
+accomplice; he was hands and feet in the mysterious affair, and she
+knew it. Already he felt himself a sultan, and thought of demanding
+from Madame Jules, imperiously, all her secrets.
+
+In those days Paris was seized with a building-fever. If Paris is a
+monster, it is certainly a most mania-ridden monster. It becomes
+enamored of a thousand fancies: sometimes it has a mania for building,
+like a great seigneur who loves a trowel; soon it abandons the trowel
+and becomes all military; it arrays itself from head to foot as a
+national guard, and drills and smokes; suddenly, it abandons military
+manoeuvres and flings away cigars; it is commercial, care-worn, falls
+into bankruptcy, sells its furniture on the place de Chatelet, files
+its schedule; but a few days later, lo! it has arranged its affairs
+and is giving fetes and dances. One day it eats barley-sugar by the
+mouthful, by the handful; yesterday it bought "papier Weymen"; to-day
+the monster's teeth ache, and it applies to its walls an
+alexipharmatic to mitigate their dampness; to-morrow it will lay in a
+provision of pectoral paste. It has its manias for the month, for the
+season, for the year, like its manias of a day.
+
+So, at the moment of which we speak, all the world was building or
+pulling down something,--people hardly knew what as yet. There were
+very few streets in which high scaffoldings on long poles could not be
+seen, fastened from floor to floor with transverse blocks inserted
+into holes in the walls on which the planks were laid,--a frail
+construction, shaken by the brick-layers, but held together by ropes,
+white with plaster, and insecurely protected from the wheels of
+carriages by the breastwork of planks which the law requires round all
+such buildings. There is something maritime in these masts, and
+ladders, and cordage, even in the shouts of the masons. About a dozen
+yards from the hotel Maulincour, one of these ephemeral barriers was
+erected before a house which was then being built of blocks of free-
+stone. The day after the event we have just related, at the moment
+when the Baron de Maulincour was passing this scaffolding in his
+cabriolet on his way to see Madame Jules, a stone, two feet square,
+which was being raised to the upper storey of this building, got loose
+from the ropes and fell, crushing the baron's servant who was behind
+the cabriolet. A cry of horror shook both the scaffold and the masons;
+one of them, apparently unable to keep his grasp on a pole, was in
+danger of death, and seemed to have been touched by the stone as it
+passed him.
+
+A crowd collected rapidly; the masons came down the ladders swearing
+and insisting that Monsieur de Maulincour's cabriolet had been driven
+against the boarding and so had shaken their crane. Two inches more
+and the stone would have fallen on the baron's head. The groom was
+dead, the carriage shattered. 'Twas an event for the whole
+neighborhood, the newspapers told of it. Monsieur de Maulincour,
+certain that he had not touched the boarding, complained; the case
+went to court. Inquiry being made, it was shown that a small boy,
+armed with a lath, had mounted guard and called to all foot-passengers
+to keep away. The affair ended there. Monsieur de Maulincour obtained
+no redress. He had lost his servant, and was confined to his bed for
+some days, for the back of the carriage when shattered had bruised him
+severely, and the nervous shock of the sudden surprise gave him a
+fever. He did not, therefore, go to see Madame Jules.
+
+Ten days after this event, he left the house for the first time, in
+his repaired cabriolet, when, as he drove down the rue de Bourgogne
+and was close to the sewer opposite to the Chamber of Deputies, the
+axle-tree broke in two, and the baron was driving so rapidly that the
+breakage would have caused the two wheels to come together with force
+enough to break his head, had it not been for the resistance of the
+leather hood. Nevertheless, he was badly wounded in the side. For the
+second time in ten days he was carried home in a fainting condition to
+his terrified grandmother. This second accident gave him a feeling of
+distrust; he thought, though vaguely, of Ferragus and Madame Jules. To
+throw light on these suspicions he had the broken axle brought to his
+room and sent for his carriage-maker. The man examined the axle and
+the fracture, and proved two things: First, the axle was not made in
+his workshop; he furnished none that did not bear the initials of his
+name on the iron. But he could not explain by what means this axle had
+been substituted for the other. Secondly, the breakage of the
+suspicious axle was caused by a hollow space having been blown in it
+and a straw very cleverly inserted.
+
+"Eh! Monsieur le baron, whoever did that was malicious!" he said; "any
+one would swear, to look at it, that the axle was sound."
+
+Monsieur de Maulincour begged the carriage-maker to say nothing of the
+affair; but he felt himself warned. These two attempts at murder were
+planned with an ability which denoted the enmity of intelligent minds.
+
+"It is war to the death," he said to himself, as he tossed in his bed,
+--"a war of savages, skulking in ambush, of trickery and treachery,
+declared in the name of Madame Jules. What sort of man is this to whom
+she belongs? What species of power does this Ferragus wield?"
+
+Monsieur de Maulincour, though a soldier and brave man, could not
+repress a shudder. In the midst of many thoughts that now assailed
+him, there was one against which he felt he had neither defence nor
+courage: might not poison be employed ere long by his secret enemies?
+Under the influence of fears, which his momentary weakness and fever
+and low diet increased, he sent for an old woman long attached to the
+service of his grandmother, whose affection for himself was one of
+those semi-maternal sentiments which are the sublime of the
+commonplace. Without confiding in her wholly, he charged her to buy
+secretly and daily, in different localities, the food he needed;
+telling her to keep it under lock and key and bring it to him herself,
+not allowing any one, no matter who, to approach her while preparing
+it. He took the most minute precautions to protect himself against
+that form of death. He was ill in his bed and alone, and he had
+therefore the leisure to think of his own security,--the one necessity
+clear-sighted enough to enable human egotism to forget nothing!
+
+But the unfortunate man had poisoned his own life by this dread, and,
+in spite of himself, suspicion dyed all his hours with its gloomy
+tints. These two lessons of attempted assassination did teach him,
+however, the value of one of the virtues most necessary to a public
+man; he saw the wise dissimulation that must be practised in dealing
+with the great interests of life. To be silent about our own secret is
+nothing; but to be silent from the start, to forget a fact as Ali
+Pacha did for thirty years in order to be sure of a vengeance waited
+for for thirty years, is a fine study in a land where there are few
+men who can keep their own counsel for thirty days. Monsieur de
+Maulincour literally lived only through Madame Jules. He was
+perpetually absorbed in a sober examination into the means he ought to
+employ to triumph in this mysterious struggle with these mysterious
+persons. His secret passion for that woman grew by reason of all these
+obstacles. Madame Jules was ever there, erect, in the midst of his
+thoughts, in the centre of his heart, more seductive by her presumable
+vices than by the positive virtues for which he had made her his idol.
+
+At last, anxious to reconnoitre the position of the enemy, he thought
+he might without danger initiate the vidame into the secrets of his
+situation. The old commander loved Auguste as a father loves his
+wife's children; he was shrewd, dexterous, and very diplomatic. He
+listened to the baron, shook his head, and they both held counsel. The
+worthy vidame did not share his young friend's confidence when Auguste
+declared that in the time in which they now lived, the police and the
+government were able to lay bare all mysteries, and that if it were
+absolutely necessary to have recourse to those powers, he should find
+them most powerful auxiliaries.
+
+The old man replied, gravely: "The police, my dear boy, is the most
+incompetent thing on this earth, and government the feeblest in all
+matters concerning individuals. Neither the police nor the government
+can read hearts. What we might reasonably ask of them is to search for
+the causes of an act. But the police and the government are both
+eminently unfitted for that; they lack, essentially, the personal
+interest which reveals all to him who wants to know all. No human
+power can prevent an assassin or a poisoner from reaching the heart of
+a prince or the stomach of an honest man. Passions are the best
+police."
+
+The vidame strongly advised the baron to go to Italy, and from Italy
+to Greece, from Greece to Syria, from Syria to Asia, and not to return
+until his secret enemies were convinced of his repentance, and would
+so make tacit peace with him. But if he did not take that course, then
+the vidame advised him to stay in the house, and even in his own room,
+where he would be safe from the attempts of this man Ferragus, and not
+to leave it until he could be certain of crushing him.
+
+"We should never touch an enemy until we can be sure of taking his
+head off," he said, gravely.
+
+The old man, however, promised his favorite to employ all the
+astuteness with which Heaven had provided him (without compromising
+any one) in reconnoitring the enemy's ground, and laying his plans for
+future victory. The Commander had in his service a retired Figaro, the
+wiliest monkey that ever walked in human form; in earlier days as
+clever as a devil, working his body like a galley-slave, alert as a
+thief, sly as a woman, but now fallen into the decadence of genius for
+want of practice since the new constitution of Parisian society, which
+has reformed even the valets of comedy. This Scapin emeritus was
+attached to his master as to a superior being; but the shrewd old
+vidame added a good round sum yearly to the wages of his former
+provost of gallantry, which strengthened the ties of natural affection
+by the bonds of self-interest, and obtained for the old gentleman as
+much care as the most loving mistress could bestow on a sick friend.
+It was this pearl of the old-fashioned comedy-valets, relic of the
+last century, auxiliary incorruptible from lack of passions to
+satisfy, on whom the old vidame and Monsieur de Maulincour now relied.
+
+"Monsieur le baron will spoil all," said the great man in livery, when
+called into counsel. "Monsieur should eat, drink, and sleep in peace.
+I take the whole matter upon myself."
+
+Accordingly, eight days after the conference, when Monsieur de
+Maulincour, perfectly restored to health, was breakfasting with his
+grandmother and the vidame, Justin entered to make his report. As soon
+as the dowager had returned to her own apartments he said, with that
+mock modesty which men of talent are so apt to affect:--
+
+"Ferragus is not the name of the enemy who is pursuing Monsieur le
+baron. This man--this devil, rather--is called Gratien, Henri, Victor,
+Jean-Joseph Bourignard. The Sieur Gratien Bourignard is a former ship-
+builder, once very rich, and, above all, one of the handsomest men of
+his day in Paris,--a Lovelace, capable of seducing Grandison. My
+information stops short there. He has been a simple workman; and the
+Companions of the Order of the Devorants did, at one time, elect him
+as their chief, under the title of Ferragus XXIII. The police ought to
+know that, if the police were instituted to know anything. The man has
+moved from the rue des Vieux-Augustins, and now roosts rue Joquelet,
+where Madame Jules Desmarets goes frequently to see him; sometimes her
+husband, on his way to the Bourse, drives her as far as the rue
+Vivienne, or she drives her husband to the Bourse. Monsieur le vidame
+knows about these things too well to want me to tell him if it is the
+husband who takes the wife, or the wife who takes the husband; but
+Madame Jules is so pretty, I'd bet on her. All that I have told you is
+positive. Bourignard often plays at number 129. Saving your presence,
+monsieur, he's a rogue who loves women, and he has his little ways
+like a man of condition. As for the rest, he wins sometimes, disguises
+himself like an actor, paints his face to look like anything he
+chooses, and lives, I may say, the most original life in the world. I
+don't doubt he has a good many lodgings, for most of the time he
+manages to evade what Monsieur le vidame calls 'parliamentary
+investigations.' If monsieur wishes, he could be disposed of
+honorably, seeing what his habits are. It is always easy to get rid of
+a man who loves women. However, this capitalist talks about moving
+again. Have Monsieur le vidame and Monsieur le baron any other
+commands to give me?"
+
+"Justin, I am satisfied with you; don't go any farther in the matter
+without my orders, but keep a close watch here, so that Monsieur le
+baron may have nothing to fear."
+
+"My dear boy," continued the vidame, when they were alone, "go back to
+your old life, and forget Madame Jules."
+
+"No, no," said Auguste; "I will never yield to Gratien Bourignard. I
+will have him bound hand and foot, and Madame Jules also."
+
+That evening the Baron Auguste de Maulincour, recently promoted to
+higher rank in the company of the Body-Guard of the king, went to a
+ball given by Madame la Duchesse de Berry at the Elysee-Bourbon.
+There, certainly, no danger could lurk for him; and yet, before he
+left the palace, he had an affair of honor on his hands,--an affair it
+was impossible to settle except by a duel.
+
+His adversary, the Marquis de Ronquerolles, considered that he had
+strong reasons to complain of Monsieur de Maulincour, who had given
+some ground for it during his former intimacy with Monsieur de
+Ronquerolles' sister, the Comtesse de Serizy. That lady, the one who
+detested German sentimentality, was all the more exacting in the
+matter of prudery. By one of those inexplicable fatalities, Auguste
+now uttered a harmless jest which Madame de Serizy took amiss, and her
+brother resented it. The discussion took place in the corner of a
+room, in a low voice. In good society, adversaries never raise their
+voices. The next day the faubourg Saint-Germain and the Chateau talked
+over the affair. Madame de Serizy was warmly defended, and all the
+blame was laid on Maulincour. August personages interfered. Seconds of
+the highest distinction were imposed on Messieurs de Maulincour and de
+Ronquerolles and every precaution was taken on the ground that no one
+should be killed.
+
+When Auguste found himself face to face with his antagonist, a man of
+pleasure, to whom no one could possibly deny sentiments of the highest
+honor, he felt it was impossible to believe him the instrument of
+Ferragus, chief of the Devorants; and yet he was compelled, as it
+were, by an inexplicable presentiment, to question the marquis.
+
+"Messieurs," he said to the seconds, "I certainly do not refuse to
+meet the fire of Monsieur de Ronquerolles; but before doing so, I here
+declare that I was to blame, and I offer him whatever excuses he may
+desire, and publicly if he wishes it; because when the matter concerns
+a woman, nothing, I think, can degrade a man of honor. I therefore
+appeal to his generosity and good sense; is there not something rather
+silly in fighting without a cause?"
+
+Monsieur de Ronquerolles would not allow of this way of ending the
+affair, and then the baron, his suspicions revived, walked up to him.
+
+"Well, then! Monsieur le marquis," he said, "pledge me, in presence of
+these gentlemen, your word as a gentleman that you have no other
+reason for vengeance than that you have chosen to put forward."
+
+"Monsieur, that is a question you have no right to ask."
+
+So saying, Monsieur de Ronquerolles took his place. It was agreed, in
+advance, that the adversaries were to be satisfied with one exchange
+of shots. Monsieur de Ronquerolles, in spite of the great distance
+determined by the seconds, which seemed to make the death of either
+party problematical, if not impossible, brought down the baron. The
+ball went through the latter's body just below the heart, but
+fortunately without doing vital injury.
+
+"You aimed too well, monsieur," said the baron, "to be avenging only a
+paltry quarrel."
+
+And he fainted. Monsieur de Ronquerolles, who believed him to be a
+dead man, smiled sardonically as he heard those words.
+
+After a fortnight, during which time the dowager and the vidame gave
+him those cares of old age the secret of which is in the hands of long
+experience only, the baron began to return to life. But one morning
+his grandmother dealt him a crushing blow, by revealing anxieties to
+which, in her last days, she was now subjected. She showed him a
+letter signed F, in which the history of her grandson's secret
+espionage was recounted step by step. The letter accused Monsieur de
+Maulincour of actions that were unworthy of a man of honor. He had, it
+said, placed an old woman at the stand of hackney-coaches in the rue
+de Menars; an old spy, who pretended to sell water from her cask to
+the coachmen, but who was really there to watch the actions of Madame
+Jules Desmarets. He had spied upon the daily life of a most
+inoffensive man, in order to detect his secrets,--secrets on which
+depended the lives of three persons. He had brought upon himself a
+relentless struggle, in which, although he had escaped with life three
+times, he must inevitably succumb, because his death had been sworn
+and would be compassed if all human means were employed upon it.
+Monsieur de Maulincour could no longer escape his fate by even
+promising to respect the mysterious life of these three persons,
+because it was impossible to believe the word of a gentleman who had
+fallen to the level of a police-spy; and for what reason? Merely to
+trouble the respectable life of an innocent woman and a harmless old
+man.
+
+The letter itself was nothing to Auguste in comparison to the tender
+reproaches of his grandmother. To lack respect to a woman! to spy upon
+her actions without a right to do so! Ought a man ever to spy upon a
+woman whom he loved?--in short, she poured out a torrent of those
+excellent reasons which prove nothing; and they put the young baron,
+for the first time in his life, into one of those great human furies
+in which are born, and from which issue the most vital actions of a
+man's life.
+
+"Since it is war to the knife," he said in conclusion, "I shall kill
+my enemy by any means that I can lay hold of."
+
+The vidame went immediately, at Auguste's request, to the chief of the
+private police of Paris, and without bringing Madame Jules' name or
+person into the narrative, although they were really the gist of it,
+he made the official aware of the fears of the family of Maulincour
+about this mysterious person who was bold enough to swear the death of
+an officer of the Guards, in defiance of the law and the police. The
+chief pushed up his green spectacles in amazement, blew his nose
+several times, and offered snuff to the vidame, who, to save his
+dignity, pretended not to use tobacco, although his own nose was
+discolored with it. Then the chief took notes and promised, Vidocq and
+his spies aiding, to send in a report within a few days to the
+Maulincour family, assuring them meantime that there were no secrets
+for the police of Paris.
+
+A few days after this the police official called to see the vidame at
+the Hotel de Maulincour, where he found the young baron quite
+recovered from his last wound. He gave them in bureaucratic style his
+thanks for the indications they had afforded him, and told them that
+Bourignard was a convict, condemned to twenty years' hard labor, who
+had miraculously escaped from a gang which was being transported from
+Bicetre to Toulon. For thirteen years the police had been endeavoring
+to recapture him, knowing that he had boldly returned to Paris; but so
+far this convict had escaped the most active search, although he was
+known to be mixed up in many nefarious deeds. However, the man, whose
+life was full of very curious incidents, would certainly be captured
+now in one or other of his several domiciles and delivered up to
+justice. The bureaucrat ended his report by saying to Monsieur de
+Maulincour that if he attached enough importance to the matter to wish
+to witness the capture of Bourignard, he might come the next day at
+eight in the morning to a house in the rue Sainte-Foi, of which he
+gave him the number. Monsieur de Maulincour excused himself from going
+personally in search of certainty,--trusting, with the sacred respect
+inspired by the police of Paris, in the capability of the authorities.
+
+Three days later, hearing nothing, and seeing nothing in the
+newspapers about the projected arrest, which was certainly of enough
+importance to have furnished an article, Monsieur de Maulincour was
+beginning to feel anxieties which were presently allayed by the
+following letter:--
+
+  Monsieur le Baron,--I have the honor to announce to you that you
+  need have no further uneasiness touching the affair in question.
+  The man named Gratien Bourignard, otherwise called Ferragus, died
+  yesterday, at his lodgings, rue Joquelet No. 7. The suspicions we
+  naturally conceived as to the identity of the dead body have been
+  completely set at rest by the facts. The physician of the
+  Prefecture of police was despatched by us to assist the physician
+  of the arrondissement, and the chief of the detective police made
+  all the necessary verifications to obtain absolute certainty.
+  Moreover, the character of the persons who signed the certificate
+  of death, and the affidavits of those who took care of the said
+  Bourignard in his last illness, among others that of the worthy
+  vicar of the church of the Bonne-Nouvelle (to whom he made his
+  last confession, for he died a Christian), do not permit us to
+  entertain any sort of doubt.
+
+Accept, Monsieur le baron, etc., etc.
+
+
+Monsieur de Maulincour, the dowager, and the vidame breathed again
+with joy unspeakable. The good old woman kissed her grandson leaving a
+tear upon his cheek, and went away to thank God in prayer. The dear
+soul, who was making a novena for Auguste's safety, believed her
+prayers were answered.
+
+"Well," said the vidame, "now you had better show yourself at the ball
+you were speaking of. I oppose no further objections."
+
+
+
+                             CHAPTER III
+
+                           THE WIFE ACCUSED
+
+Monsieur de Maulincour was all the more anxious to go to this ball
+because he knew that Madame Jules would be present. The fete was given
+by the Prefect of the Seine, in whose salons the two social worlds of
+Paris met as on neutral ground. Auguste passed through the rooms
+without finding the woman who now exercised so mighty an influence on
+his fate. He entered an empty boudoir where card-tables were placed
+awaiting players; and sitting down on a divan he gave himself up to
+the most contradictory thoughts about her. A man presently took the
+young officer by the arm, and looking up the baron was stupefied to
+behold the pauper of the rue Coquilliere, the Ferragus of Ida, the
+lodger in the rue Soly, the Bourignard of Justin, the convict of the
+police, and the dead man of the day before.
+
+"Monsieur, not a sound, not a word," said Bourignard, whose voice he
+recognized. The man was elegantly dressed; he wore the order of the
+Golden-Fleece, and a medal on his coat. "Monsieur," he continued, and
+his voice was sibilant like that of a hyena, "you increase my efforts
+against you by having recourse to the police. You will perish,
+monsieur; it has now become necessary. Do you love Madame Jules? Are
+you beloved by her? By what right do you trouble her peaceful life,
+and blacken her virtue?"
+
+Some one entered the card-room. Ferragus rose to go.
+
+"Do you know this man?" asked Monsieur de Maulincour of the new-comer,
+seizing Ferragus by the collar. But Ferragus quickly disengaged
+himself, took Monsieur de Maulincour by the hair, and shook his head
+rapidly.
+
+"Must you have lead in it to make it steady?" he said.
+
+"I do not know him personally," replied Henri de Marsay, the spectator
+of this scene, "but I know that he is Monsieur de Funcal, a rich
+Portuguese."
+
+Monsieur de Funcal had disappeared. The baron followed but without
+being able to overtake him until he reached the peristyle, where he
+saw Ferragus, who looked at him with a jeering laugh from a brilliant
+equipage which was driven away at high speed.
+
+"Monsieur," said Auguste, re-entering the salon and addressing de
+Marsay, whom he knew, "I entreat you to tell me where Monsieur de
+Funcal lives."
+
+"I do not know; but some one here can no doubt tell you."
+
+The baron, having questioned the prefect, ascertained that the Comte
+de Funcal lived at the Portuguese embassy. At this moment, while he
+still felt the icy fingers of that strange man in his hair, he saw
+Madame Jules in all her dazzling beauty, fresh, gracious, artless,
+resplendent with the sanctity of womanhood which had won his love.
+This creature, now infernal to him, excited no emotion in his soul but
+that of hatred; and this hatred shone in a savage, terrible look from
+his eyes. He watched for a moment when he could speak to her unheard,
+and then he said:--
+
+"Madame, your /bravi/ have missed me three times."
+
+"What do you mean, monsieur?" she said, flushing. "I know that you
+have had several unfortunate accidents lately, which I have greatly
+regretted; but how could I have had anything to do with them?"
+
+"You knew that /bravi/ were employed against me by that man of the rue
+Soly?"
+
+"Monsieur!"
+
+"Madame, I now call you to account, not for my happiness only, but for
+my blood--"
+
+At this instant Jules Desmarets approached them.
+
+"What are you saying to my wife, monsieur?"
+
+"Make that inquiry at my own house, monsieur, if you are curious,"
+said Maulincour, moving away, and leaving Madame Jules in an almost
+fainting condition.
+
+There are few women who have not found themselves, once at least in
+their lives, /a propos/ of some undeniable fact, confronted with a
+direct, sharp, uncompromising question,--one of those questions
+pitilessly asked by husbands, the mere apprehension of which gives a
+chill, while the actual words enter the heart like the blade of a
+dagger. It is from such crises that the maxim has come, "All women
+lie." Falsehood, kindly falsehood, venial falsehood, sublime
+falsehood, horrible falsehood,--but always the necessity to lie. This
+necessity admitted, ought they not to know how to lie well? French
+women do it admirably. Our manners and customs teach them deception!
+Besides, women are so naively saucy, so pretty, graceful, and withal
+so true in lying,--they recognize so fully the utility of doing so in
+order to avoid in social life the violent shocks which happiness might
+not resist,--that lying is seen to be as necessary to their lives as
+the cotton-wool in which they put away their jewels. Falsehood becomes
+to them the foundation of speech; truth is exceptional; they tell it,
+if they are virtuous, by caprice or by calculation. According to
+individual character, some women laugh when they lie; others weep;
+others are grave; some grow angry. After beginning life by feigning
+indifference to the homage that deeply flatters them, they often end
+by lying to themselves. Who has not admired their apparent superiority
+to everything at the very moment when they are trembling for the
+secret treasures of their love? Who has never studied their ease,
+their readiness, their freedom of mind in the greatest embarrassments
+of life? In them, nothing is put on. Deception comes as the snow from
+heaven. And then, with what art they discover the truth in others!
+With what shrewdness they employ a direct logic in answer to some
+passionate question which has revealed to them the secret of the heart
+of a man who was guileless enough to proceed by questioning! To
+question a woman! why, that is delivering one's self up to her; does
+she not learn in that way all that we seek to hide from her? Does she
+not know also how to be dumb, through speaking? What men are daring
+enough to struggle with the Parisian woman?--a woman who knows how to
+hold herself above all dagger thrusts, saying: "You are very
+inquisitive; what is it to you? Why do you wish to know? Ah! you are
+jealous! And suppose I do not choose to answer you?"--in short, a
+woman who possesses the hundred and thirty-seven methods of saying
+/No/, and incommensurable variations of the word /Yes/. Is not a
+treatise on the words /yes/ and /no/, a fine diplomatic, philosophic,
+logographic, and moral work, still waiting to be written? But to
+accomplish this work, which we may also call diabolic, isn't an
+androgynous genius necessary? For that reason, probably, it will never
+be attempted. And besides, of all unpublished works isn't it the best
+known and the best practised among women? Have you studied the
+behavior, the pose, the /disinvoltura/ of a falsehood? Examine it.
+
+Madame Desmarets was seated in the right-hand corner of her carriage,
+her husband in the left. Having forced herself to recover from her
+emotion in the ballroom, she now affected a calm demeanor. Her husband
+had then said nothing to her, and he still said nothing. Jules looked
+out of the carriage window at the black walls of the silent houses
+before which they passed; but suddenly, as if driven by a determining
+thought, when turning the corner of a street he examined his wife, who
+appeared to be cold in spite of the fur-lined pelisse in which she was
+wrapped. He thought she seemed pensive, and perhaps she really was so.
+Of all communicable things, reflection and gravity are the most
+contagious.
+
+"What could Monsieur de Maulincour have said to affect you so keenly?"
+said Jules; "and why does he wish me to go to his house and find out?"
+
+"He can tell you nothing in his house that I cannot tell you here,"
+she replied.
+
+Then, with that feminine craft which always slightly degrades virtue,
+Madame Jules waited for another question. Her husband turned his face
+back to the houses, and continued his study of their walls. Another
+question would imply suspicion, distrust. To suspect a woman is a
+crime in love. Jules had already killed a man for doubting his wife.
+Clemence did not know all there was of true passion, of loyal
+reflection, in her husband's silence; just as Jules was ignorant of
+the generous drama that was wringing the heart of his Clemence.
+
+The carriage rolled on through a silent Paris, bearing the couple,--
+two lovers who adored each other, and who, gently leaning on the same
+silken cushion, were being parted by an abyss. In these elegant coupes
+returning from a ball between midnight and two in the morning, how
+many curious and singular scenes must pass,--meaning those coupes with
+lanterns, which light both the street and the carriage, those with
+their windows unshaded; in short, legitimate coupes, in which couples
+can quarrel without caring for the eyes of pedestrians, because the
+civil code gives a right to provoke, or beat, or kiss, a wife in a
+carriage or elsewhere, anywhere, everywhere! How many secrets must be
+revealed in this way to nocturnal pedestrians,--to those young fellows
+who have gone to a ball in a carriage, but are obliged, for whatever
+cause it may be, to return on foot. It was the first time that Jules
+and Clemence had been together thus,--each in a corner; usually the
+husband pressed close to his wife.
+
+"It is very cold," remarked Madame Jules.
+
+But her husband did not hear her; he was studying the signs above the
+shop windows.
+
+"Clemence," he said at last, "forgive me the question I am about to
+ask you."
+
+He came closer, took her by the waist, and drew her to him.
+
+"My God, it is coming!" thought the poor woman. "Well," she said
+aloud, anticipating the question, "you want to know what Monsieur de
+Maulincour said to me. I will tell you, Jules; but not without fear.
+Good God! how is it possible that you and I should have secrets from
+one another? For the last few moments I have seen you struggling
+between a conviction of our love and vague fears. But that conviction
+is clear within us, is it not? And these doubts and fears, do they not
+seem to you dark and unnatural? Why not stay in that clear light of
+love you cannot doubt? When I have told you all, you will still desire
+to know more; and yet I myself do not know what the extraordinary
+words of that man meant. What I fear is that this may lead to some
+fatal affair between you. I would rather that we both forget this
+unpleasant moment. But, in any case, swear to me that you will let
+this singular adventure explain itself naturally. Here are the facts.
+Monsieur de Maulincour declared to me that the three accidents you
+have heard mentioned--the falling of a stone on his servant, the
+breaking down of his cabriolet, and his duel about Madame de Serizy--
+were the result of some plot I had laid against him. He also
+threatened to reveal to you the cause of my desire to destroy him. Can
+you imagine what all this means? My emotion came from the sight of his
+face convulsed with madness, his haggard eyes, and also his words,
+broken by some violent inward emotion. I thought him mad. That is all
+that took place. Now, I should be less than a woman if I had not
+perceived that for over a year I have become, as they call it, the
+passion of Monsieur de Maulincour. He has never seen me except at a
+ball; and our intercourse has been most insignificant,--merely that
+which every one shares at a ball. Perhaps he wants to disunite us, so
+that he may find me at some future time alone and unprotected. There,
+see! already you are frowning! Oh, how cordially I hate society! We
+were so happy without him; why take any notice of him? Jules, I
+entreat you, forget all this! To-morrow we shall, no doubt, hear that
+Monsieur de Maulincour has gone mad."
+
+"What a singular affair!" thought Jules, as the carriage stopped under
+the peristyle of their house. He gave his arm to his wife and together
+they went up to their apartments.
+
+To develop this history in all its truth of detail, and to follow its
+course through many windings, it is necessary here to divulge some of
+love's secrets, to glide beneath the ceilings of a marriage chamber,
+not shamelessly, but like Trilby, frightening neither Dougal nor
+Jeannie, alarming no one,--being as chaste as our noble French
+language requires, and as bold as the pencil of Gerard in his picture
+of Daphnis and Chloe.
+
+The bedroom of Madame Jules was a sacred plot. Herself, her husband,
+and her maid alone entered it. Opulence has glorious privileges, and
+the most enviable are those which enable the development of sentiments
+to their fullest extent,--fertilizing them by the accomplishment of
+even their caprices, and surrounding them with a brilliancy that
+enlarges them, with refinements that purify them, with a thousand
+delicacies that make them still more alluring. If you hate dinners on
+the grass, and meals ill-served, if you feel a pleasure in seeing a
+damask cloth that is dazzlingly white, a silver-gilt dinner service,
+and porcelain of exquisite purity, lighted by transparent candles,
+where miracles of cookery are served under silver covers bearing coats
+of arms, you must, to be consistent, leave the garrets at the tops of
+the houses, and the grisettes in the streets, abandon garrets,
+grisettes, umbrellas, and overshoes to men who pay for their dinners
+with tickets; and you must also comprehend Love to be a principle
+which develops in all its grace only on Savonnerie carpets, beneath
+the opal gleams of an alabaster lamp, between guarded walls silk-hung,
+before gilded hearths in chambers deadened to all outward sounds by
+shutters and billowy curtains. Mirrors must be there to show the play
+of form and repeat the woman we would multiply as love itself
+multiplies and magnifies her; next low divans, and a bed which, like a
+secret, is divined, not shown. In this coquettish chamber are fur-
+lined slippers for pretty feet, wax-candles under glass with muslin
+draperies, by which to read at all hours of the night, and flowers,
+not those oppressive to the head, and linen, the fineness of which
+might have satisfied Anne of Austria.
+
+Madame Jules had realized this charming programme, but that was
+nothing. All women of taste can do as much, though there is always in
+the arrangement of these details a stamp of personality which gives to
+this decoration or that detail a character that cannot be imitated.
+To-day, more than ever, reigns the fanaticism of individuality. The
+more our laws tend to an impossible equality, the more we shall get
+away from it in our manners and customs. Thus, rich people are
+beginning, in France, to become more exclusive in their tastes and
+their belongings, than they have been for the last thirty years.
+Madame Jules knew very well how to carry out this programme; and
+everything about her was arranged in harmony with a luxury that suits
+so well with love. Love in a cottage, or "Fifteen hundred francs and
+my Sophy," is the dream of starvelings to whom black bread suffices in
+their present state; but when love really comes, they grow fastidious
+and end by craving the luxuries of gastronomy. Love holds toil and
+poverty in horror. It would rather die than merely live on from hand
+to mouth.
+
+Many women, returning from a ball, impatient for their beds, throw off
+their gowns, their faded flowers, their bouquets, the fragrance of
+which has now departed. They leave their little shoes beneath a chair,
+the white strings trailing; they take out their combs and let their
+hair roll down as it will. Little they care if their husbands see the
+puffs, the hairpins, the artful props which supported the elegant
+edifices of the hair, and the garlands or the jewels that adorned it.
+No more mysteries! all is over for the husband; no more painting or
+decoration for him. The corset--half the time it is a corset of a
+reparative kind--lies where it is thrown, if the maid is too sleepy to
+take it away with her. The whalebone bustle, the oiled-silk
+protections round the sleeves, the pads, the hair bought from a
+coiffeur, all the false woman is there, scattered about in open sight.
+/Disjecta membra poetae/, the artificial poesy, so much admired by
+those for whom it is conceived and elaborated, the fragments of a
+pretty woman, litter every corner of the room. To the love of a
+yawning husband, the actual presents herself, also yawning, in a
+dishabille without elegance, and a tumbled night-cap, that of last
+night and that of to-morrow night also,--"For really, monsieur, if you
+want a pretty cap to rumple every night, increase my pin-money."
+
+There's life as it is! A woman makes herself old and unpleasing to her
+husband; but dainty and elegant and adorned for others, for the rival
+of all husbands,--for that world which calumniates and tears to shreds
+her sex.
+
+Inspired by true love, for Love has, like other creations, its
+instinct of preservation, Madame Jules did very differently; she found
+in the constant blessing of her love the necessary impulse to fulfil
+all those minute personal cares which ought never to be relaxed,
+because they perpetuate love. Besides, such personal cares and duties
+proceed from a personal dignity which becomes all women, and are among
+the sweetest of flatteries, for is it not respecting in themselves the
+man they love?
+
+So Madame Jules denied to her husband all access to her dressing-room,
+where she left the accessories of her toilet, and whence she issued
+mysteriously adorned for the mysterious fetes of her heart. Entering
+their chamber, which was always graceful and elegant, Jules found a
+woman coquettishly wrapped in a charming /peignoir/, her hair simply
+wound in heavy coils around her head; a woman always more simple, more
+beautiful there than she was before the world; a woman just refreshed
+in water, whose only artifice consisted in being whiter than her
+muslins, sweeter than all perfumes, more seductive than any siren,
+always loving and therefore always loved. This admirable understanding
+of a wife's business was the secret of Josephine's charm for Napoleon,
+as in former times it was that of Caesonia for Caius Caligula, of
+Diane de Poitiers for Henri II. If it was largely productive to women
+of seven or eight lustres what a weapon is it in the hands of young
+women! A husband gathers with delight the rewards of his fidelity.
+
+Returning home after the conversation which had chilled her with fear,
+and still gave her the keenest anxiety, Madame Jules took particular
+pains with her toilet for the night. She wanted to make herself, and
+she did make herself enchanting. She belted the cambric of her
+dressing-gown round her waist, defining the lines of her bust; she
+allowed her hair to fall upon her beautifully modelled shoulders. A
+perfumed bath had given her a delightful fragrance, and her little
+bare feet were in velvet slippers. Strong in a sense of her advantages
+she came in stepping softly, and put her hands over her husband's
+eyes. She thought him pensive; he was standing in his dressing-gown
+before the fire, his elbow on the mantel and one foot on the fender.
+She said in his ear, warming it with her breath, and nibbling the tip
+of it with her teeth:--
+
+"What are you thinking about, monsieur?"
+
+Then she pressed him in her arms as if to tear him away from all evil
+thoughts. The woman who loves has a full knowledge of her power; the
+more virtuous she is, the more effectual her coquetry.
+
+"About you," he answered.
+
+"Only about me?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Ah! that's a very doubtful 'yes.'"
+
+They went to bed. As she fell asleep, Madame Jules said to herself:--
+
+"Monsieur de Maulincour will certainly cause some evil. Jules' mind is
+preoccupied, disturbed; he is nursing thoughts he does not tell me."
+
+It was three in the morning when Madame Jules was awakened by a
+presentiment which struck her heart as she slept. She had a sense both
+physical and moral of her husband's absence. She did not feel the arm
+Jules passed beneath her head,--that arm in which she had slept,
+peacefully and happy, for five years; an arm she had never wearied. A
+voice said to her, "Jules suffers, Jules is weeping." She raised her
+head, and then sat up; felt that her husband's place was cold, and saw
+him sitting before the fire, his feet on the fender, his head resting
+against the back of an arm-chair. Tears were on his cheeks. The poor
+woman threw herself hastily from her bed and sprang at a bound to her
+husband's knees.
+
+"Jules! what is it? Are you ill? Speak, tell me! Speak to me, if you
+love me!" and she poured out a hundred words expressing the deepest
+tenderness.
+
+Jules knelt at her feet, kissed her hands and knees, and answered with
+fresh tears:--
+
+"Dear Clemence, I am most unhappy! It is not loving to distrust the
+one we love. I adore you and suspect you. The words that man said to
+me to-night have struck to my heart; they stay there in spite of
+myself, and confound me. There is some mystery here. In short, and I
+blush to say it, your explanations do not satisfy me. My reason casts
+gleams into my soul which my love rejects. It is an awful combat.
+Could I stay there, holding your head, and suspecting thoughts within
+it to me unknown? Oh! I believe in you, I believe in you!" he cried,
+seeing her smile sadly and open her mouth as if to speak. "Say
+nothing; do not reproach me. Besides, could you say anything I have
+not said myself for the last three hours? Yes, for three hours, I have
+been here, watching you as you slept, so beautiful! admiring that
+pure, peaceful brow. Yes, yes! you have always told me your thoughts,
+have you not? I alone am in that soul. While I look at you, while my
+eyes can plunge into yours I see all plainly. Your life is as pure as
+your glance is clear. No, there is no secret behind those transparent
+eyes." He rose and kissed their lids. "Let me avow to you, dearest
+soul," he said, "that for the last five years each day has increased
+my happiness, through the knowledge that you are all mine, and that no
+natural affection even can take any of your love. Having no sister, no
+father, no mother, no companion, I am neither above nor below any
+living being in your heart; I am alone there. Clemence, repeat to me
+those sweet things of the spirit you have so often said to me; do not
+blame me; comfort me, I am so unhappy. I have an odious suspicion on
+my conscience, and you have nothing in your heart to sear it. My
+beloved, tell me, could I stay there beside you? Could two heads
+united as ours have been lie on the same pillow when one was suffering
+and the other tranquil? What are you thinking of?" he cried abruptly,
+observing that Clemence was anxious, confused, and seemed unable to
+restrain her tears.
+
+"I am thinking of my mother," she answered, in a grave voice. "You
+will never know, Jules, what I suffer in remembering my mother's dying
+farewell, said in a voice sweeter than all music, and in feeling the
+solemn touch of her icy hand at a moment when you overwhelm me with
+those assurances of your precious love."
+
+She raised her husband, strained him to her with a nervous force
+greater than that of men, and kissed his hair, covering it with tears.
+
+"Ah! I would be hacked in pieces for you! Tell me that I make you
+happy; that I am to you the most beautiful of women--a thousand women
+to you. Oh! you are loved as no other man ever was or will be. I don't
+know the meaning of those words 'duty,' 'virtue.' Jules, I love you
+for yourself; I am happy in loving you; I shall love you more and more
+to my dying day. I have pride in my love; I feel it is my destiny to
+have one sole emotion in my life. What I shall tell you now is
+dreadful, I know--but I am glad to have no child; I do not wish for
+any. I feel I am more wife than mother. Well, then, can you fear?
+Listen to me, my own beloved, promise to forget, not this hour of
+mingled tenderness and doubt, but the words of that madman. Jules, you
+/must/. Promise me not to see him, not to go to him. I have a deep
+conviction that if you set one foot in that maze we shall both roll
+down a precipice where I shall perish--but with your name upon my
+lips, your heart in my heart. Why hold me so high in that heart and
+yet so low in reality? What! you who give credit to so many as to
+money, can you not give me the charity of faith? And on the first
+occasion in our lives when you might prove to me your boundless trust,
+do you cast me from my throne in your heart? Between a madman and me,
+it is the madman whom you choose to believe? oh, Jules!" She stopped,
+threw back the hair that fell about her brow and neck, and then, in a
+heart-rending tone, she added: "I have said too much; one word should
+suffice. If your soul and your forehead still keep this cloud, however
+light it be, I tell you now that I shall die of it."
+
+She could not repress a shudder, and turned pale.
+
+"Oh! I will kill that man," thought Jules, as he lifted his wife in
+his arms and carried her to her bed.
+
+"Let us sleep in peace, my angel," he said. "I have forgotten all, I
+swear it!"
+
+Clemence fell asleep to the music of those sweet words, softly
+repeated. Jules, as he watched her sleeping, said in his heart:--
+
+"She is right; when love is so pure, suspicion blights it. To that
+young soul, that tender flower, a blight--yes, a blight means death."
+
+When a cloud comes between two beings filled with affection for each
+other and whose lives are in absolute unison, that cloud, though it
+may disperse, leaves in those souls a trace of its passage. Either
+love gains a stronger life, as the earth after rain, or the shock
+still echoes like distant thunder through a cloudless sky. It is
+impossible to recover absolutely the former life; love will either
+increase or diminish.
+
+At breakfast, Monsieur and Madame Jules showed to each other those
+particular attentions in which there is always something of
+affectation. There were glances of forced gaiety, which seemed the
+efforts of persons endeavoring to deceive themselves. Jules had
+involuntary doubts, his wife had positive fears. Still, sure of each
+other, they had slept. Was this strained condition the effect of a
+want of faith, or was it only a memory of their nocturnal scene? They
+did not know themselves. But they loved each other so purely that the
+impression of that scene, both cruel and beneficent, could not fail to
+leave its traces in their souls; both were eager to make those traces
+disappear, each striving to be the first to return to the other, and
+thus they could not fail to think of the cause of their first
+variance. To loving souls, this is not grief; pain is still far-off;
+but it is a sort of mourning, which is difficult to depict. If there
+are, indeed, relations between colors and the emotions of the soul,
+if, as Locke's blind man said, scarlet produces on the sight the
+effect produced upon the hearing by a blast of trumpets, it is
+permissible to compare this reaction of melancholy to mourning tones
+of gray.
+
+But even so, love saddened, love in which remains a true sentiment of
+its happiness, momentarily troubled though it be, gives enjoyments
+derived from pain and pleasure both, which are all novel. Jules
+studied his wife's voice; he watched her glances with the freshness of
+feeling that inspired him in the earliest days of his passion for her.
+The memory of five absolutely happy years, her beauty, the candor of
+her love, quickly effaced in her husband's mind the last vestiges of
+an intolerable pain.
+
+The day was Sunday,--a day on which there was no Bourse and no
+business to be done. The reunited pair passed the whole day together,
+getting farther into each other's hearts than they ever yet had done,
+like two children who in a moment of fear, hold each other closely and
+cling together, united by an instinct. There are in this life of two-
+in-one completely happy days, the gift of chance, ephemeral flowers,
+born neither of yesterday nor belonging to the morrow. Jules and
+Clemence now enjoyed this day as though they forboded it to be the
+last of their loving life. What name shall we give to that mysterious
+power which hastens the steps of travellers before the storm is
+visible; which makes the life and beauty of the dying so resplendent,
+and fills the parting soul with joyous projects for days before death
+comes; which tells the midnight student to fill his lamp when it
+shines brightest; and makes the mother fear the thoughtful look cast
+upon her infant by an observing man? We all are affected by this
+influence in the great catastrophes of life; but it has never yet been
+named or studied; it is something more than presentiment, but not as
+yet clear vision.
+
+All went well till the following day. On Monday, Jules Desmarets,
+obliged to go to the Bourse on his usual business, asked his wife, as
+usual, if she would take advantage of his carriage and let him drive
+her anywhere.
+
+"No," she said, "the day is too unpleasant to go out."
+
+It was raining in torrents. At half-past two o'clock Monsieur
+Desmarets reached the Treasury. At four o'clock, as he left the
+Bourse, he came face to face with Monsieur de Maulincour, who was
+waiting for him with the nervous pertinacity of hatred and vengeance.
+
+"Monsieur," he said, taking Monsieur Desmarets by the arm, "I have
+important information to give you. Listen to me. I am too loyal a man
+to have recourse to anonymous letters with which to trouble your peace
+of mind; I prefer to speak to you in person. Believe me, if my very
+life were not concerned, I should not meddle with the private affairs
+of any household, even if I thought I had the right to do so."
+
+"If what you have to say to me concerns Madame Desmarets," replied
+Jules, "I request you to be silent, monsieur."
+
+"If I am silent, monsieur, you may before long see Madame Jules on the
+prisoner's bench at the court of assizes beside a convict. Now, do you
+wish me to be silent?"
+
+Jules turned pale; but his noble face instantly resumed its calmness,
+though it was now a false calmness. Drawing the baron under one of the
+temporary sheds of the Bourse, near which they were standing, he said
+to him in a voice which concealed his intense inward emotion:--
+
+"Monsieur, I will listen to you; but there will be a duel to the death
+between us if--"
+
+"Oh, to that I consent!" cried Monsieur de Maulincour. "I have the
+greatest esteem for your character. You speak of death. You are
+unaware that your wife may have assisted in poisoning me last Saturday
+night. Yes, monsieur, since then some extraordinary evil has developed
+in me. My hair appears to distil an inward fever and a deadly languor
+through my skull; I know who clutched my hair at that ball."
+
+Monsieur de Maulincour then related, without omitting a single fact,
+his platonic love for Madame Jules, and the details of the affair in
+the rue Soly which began this narrative. Any one would have listened
+to him with attention; but Madame Jules' husband had good reason to be
+more amazed than any other human being. Here his character displayed
+itself; he was more amazed than overcome. Made a judge, and the judge
+of an adored woman, he found in his soul the equity of a judge as well
+as the inflexibility. A lover still, he thought less of his own
+shattered life than of his wife's life; he listened, not to his own
+anguish, but to some far-off voice that cried to him, "Clemence cannot
+lie! Why should she betray you?"
+
+"Monsieur," said the baron, as he ended, "being absolutely certain of
+having recognized in Monsieur de Funcal the same Ferragus whom the
+police declared dead, I have put upon his traces an intelligent man.
+As I returned that night I remembered, by a fortunate chance, the name
+of Madame Meynardie, mentioned in that letter of Ida, the presumed
+mistress of my persecutor. Supplied with this clue, my emissary will
+soon get to the bottom of this horrible affair; for he is far more
+able to discover the truth than the police themselves."
+
+"Monsieur," replied Desmarets, "I know not how to thank you for this
+confidence. You say that you can obtain proofs and witnesses; I shall
+await them. I shall seek the truth of this strange affair
+courageously; but you must permit me to doubt everything until the
+evidence of the facts you state is proved to me. In any case you shall
+have satisfaction, for, as you will certainly understand, we both
+require it."
+
+Jules returned home.
+
+"What is the matter, Jules?" asked his wife, when she saw him. "You
+look so pale you frighten me!"
+
+"The day is cold," he answered, walking with slow steps across the
+room where all things spoke to him of love and happiness,--that room
+so calm and peaceful where a deadly storm was gathering.
+
+"Did you go out to-day?" he asked, as though mechanically.
+
+He was impelled to ask the question by the last of a myriad of
+thoughts which had gathered themselves together into a lucid
+meditation, though jealousy was actively prompting them.
+
+"No," she answered, in a tone that was falsely candid.
+
+At that instant Jules saw through the open door of the dressing-room
+the velvet bonnet which his wife wore in the mornings; on it were
+drops of rain. Jules was a passionate man, but he was also full of
+delicacy. It was repugnant to him to bring his wife face to face with
+a lie. When such a situation occurs, all has come to an end forever
+between certain beings. And yet those drops of rain were like a flash
+tearing through his brain.
+
+He left the room, went down to the porter's lodge, and said to the
+porter, after making sure that they were alone:--
+
+"Fouguereau, a hundred crowns if you tell me the truth; dismissal if
+you deceive me; and nothing at all if you ever speak of my question
+and your answer."
+
+He stopped to examine the man's face, leading him under the window.
+Then he continued:--
+
+"Did madame go out this morning?"
+
+"Madame went out at a quarter to three, and I think I saw her come in
+about half an hour ago."
+
+"That is true, upon your honor?"
+
+"Yes, monsieur."
+
+"You will have the money; but if you speak of this, remember, you will
+lose all."
+
+Jules returned to his wife.
+
+"Clemence," he said, "I find I must put my accounts in order. Do not
+be offended at the inquiry I am going to make. Have I not given you
+forty thousand francs since the beginning of the year?"
+
+"More," she said,--"forty-seven."
+
+"Have you spent them?"
+
+"Nearly," she replied. "In the first place, I had to pay several of
+our last year's bills--"
+
+"I shall never find out anything in this way," thought Jules. "I am
+not taking the best course."
+
+At this moment Jules' own valet entered the room with a letter for his
+master, who opened it indifferently, but as soon as his eyes had
+lighted on the signature he read it eagerly. The letter was as
+follows:--
+
+  Monsieur,--For the sake of your peace of mind as well as ours, I
+  take the course of writing you this letter without possessing the
+  advantage of being known to you; but my position, my age, and the
+  fear of some misfortune compel me to entreat you to show
+  indulgence in the trying circumstances under which our afflicted
+  family is placed. Monsieur Auguste de Maulincour has for the last
+  few days shown signs of mental derangement, and we fear that he
+  may trouble your happiness by fancies which he confided to
+  Monsieur le Vidame de Pamiers and myself during his first attack
+  of frenzy. We think it right, therefore, to warn you of his
+  malady, which is, we hope, curable; but it will have such serious
+  and important effects on the honor of our family and the career of
+  my grandson that we must rely, monsieur, on your entire
+  discretion.
+
+  If Monsieur le Vidame or I could have gone to see you we would not
+  have written. But I make no doubt that you will regard this prayer
+  of a mother, who begs you to destroy this letter.
+
+  Accept the assurance of my perfect consideration.
+
+Baronne de Maulincour, /nee/ de Rieux.
+
+
+"Oh! what torture!" cried Jules.
+
+"What is it? what is in your mind?" asked his wife, exhibiting the
+deepest anxiety.
+
+"I have come," he answered, slowly, as he threw her the letter, "to
+ask myself whether it can be you who have sent me that to avert my
+suspicions. Judge, therefore, what I suffer."
+
+"Unhappy man!" said Madame Jules, letting fall the paper. "I pity him;
+though he has done me great harm."
+
+"Are you aware that he has spoken to me?"
+
+"Oh! have you been to see him, in spite of your promise?" she cried in
+terror.
+
+"Clemence, our love is in danger of perishing; we stand outside of the
+ordinary rules of life; let us lay aside all petty considerations in
+presence of this great peril. Explain to me why you went out this
+morning. Women think they have the right to tell us little falsehoods.
+Sometimes they like to hide a pleasure they are preparing for us. Just
+now you said a word to me, by mistake, no doubt, a no for a yes."
+
+He went into the dressing-room and brought out the bonnet.
+
+"See," he said, "your bonnet has betrayed you; these spots are
+raindrops. You must, therefore, have gone out in a street cab, and
+these drops fell upon it as you went to find one, or as you entered or
+left the house where you went. But a woman can leave her own home for
+many innocent purposes, even after she has told her husband that she
+did not mean to go out. There are so many reasons for changing our
+plans! Caprices, whims, are they not your right? Women are not
+required to be consistent with themselves. You had forgotten
+something,--a service to render, a visit, some kind action. But
+nothing hinders a woman from telling her husband what she does. Can we
+ever blush on the breast of a friend? It is not a jealous husband who
+speaks to you, my Clemence; it is your lover, your friend, your
+brother." He flung himself passionately at her feet. "Speak, not to
+justify yourself, but to calm my horrible sufferings. I know that you
+went out. Well--what did you do? where did you go?"
+
+"Yes, I went out, Jules," she answered in a strained voice, though her
+face was calm. "But ask me nothing more. Wait; have confidence;
+without which you will lay up for yourself terrible remorse. Jules, my
+Jules, trust is the virtue of love. I owe to you that I am at this
+moment too troubled to answer you: but I am not a false woman; I love
+you, and you know it."
+
+"In the midst of all that can shake the faith of man and rouse his
+jealousy, for I see I am not first in your heart, I am no longer thine
+own self--well, Clemence, even so, I prefer to believe you, to believe
+that voice, to believe those eyes. If you deceive me, you deserve--"
+
+"Ten thousand deaths!" she cried, interrupting him.
+
+"I have never hidden a thought from you, but you--"
+
+"Hush!" she said, "our happiness depends upon our mutual silence."
+
+"Ha! I /will/ know all!" he exclaimed, with sudden violence.
+
+At that moment the cries of a woman were heard,--the yelping of a
+shrill little voice came from the antechamber.
+
+"I tell you I will go in!" it cried. "Yes, I shall go in; I will see
+her! I shall see her!"
+
+Jules and Clemence both ran to the salon as the door from the
+antechamber was violently burst open. A young woman entered hastily,
+followed by two servants, who said to their master:--
+
+"Monsieur, this person would come in in spite of us. We told her that
+madame was not at home. She answered that she knew very well madame
+had been out, but she saw her come in. She threatened to stay at the
+door of the house till she could speak to madame."
+
+"You can go," said Monsieur Desmarets to the two men. "What do you
+want, mademoiselle?" he added, turning to the strange woman.
+
+This "demoiselle" was the type of a woman who is never to be met with
+except in Paris. She is made in Paris, like the mud, like the
+pavement, like the water of the Seine, such as it becomes in Paris
+before human industry filters it ten times ere it enters the cut-glass
+decanters and sparkles pure and bright from the filth it has been. She
+is therefore a being who is truly original. Depicted scores of times
+by the painter's brush, the pencil of the caricaturist, the charcoal
+of the etcher, she still escapes analysis, because she cannot be
+caught and rendered in all her moods, like Nature, like this fantastic
+Paris itself. She holds to vice by one thread only, and she breaks
+away from it at a thousand other points of the social circumference.
+Besides, she lets only one trait of her character be known, and that
+the only one which renders her blamable; her noble virtues are hidden;
+she prefers to glory in her naive libertinism. Most incompletely
+rendered in dramas and tales where she is put upon the scene with all
+her poesy, she is nowhere really true but in her garret; elsewhere she
+is invariably calumniated or over-praised. Rich, she deteriorates;
+poor, she is misunderstood. She has too many vices, and too many good
+qualities; she is too near to pathetic asphyxiation or to a dissolute
+laugh; too beautiful and too hideous. She personifies Paris, to which,
+in the long run, she supplies the toothless portresses, washerwomen,
+street-sweepers, beggars, occasionally insolent countesses, admired
+actresses, applauded singers; she has even given, in the olden time,
+two quasi-queens to the monarchy. Who can grasp such a Proteus? She is
+all woman, less than woman, more than woman. From this vast portrait
+the painter of manners and morals can take but a feature here and
+there; the /ensemble/ is infinite.
+
+She was a grisette of Paris; a grisette in all her glory; a grisette
+in a hackney-coach,--happy, young, handsome, fresh, but a grisette; a
+grisette with claws, scissors, impudent as a Spanish woman, snarling
+as a prudish English woman proclaiming her conjugal rights, coquettish
+as a great lady, though more frank, and ready for everything; a
+perfect /lionne/ in her way; issuing from the little apartment of
+which she had dreamed so often, with its red-calico curtains, its
+Utrecht velvet furniture, its tea-table, the cabinet of china with
+painted designs, the sofa, the little moquette carpet, the alabaster
+clock and candlesticks (under glass cases), the yellow bedroom, the
+eider-down quilt,--in short, all the domestic joys of a grisette's
+life; and in addition, the woman-of-all-work (a former grisette
+herself, now the owner of a moustache), theatre-parties, unlimited
+bonbons, silk dresses, bonnets to spoil,--in fact, all the felicities
+coveted by the grisette heart except a carriage, which only enters her
+imagination as a marshal's baton into the dreams of a soldier. Yes,
+this grisette had all these things in return for a true affection, or
+in spite of a true affection, as some others obtain it for an hour a
+day,--a sort of tax carelessly paid under the claws of an old man.
+
+The young woman who now entered the presence of Monsieur and Madame
+Jules had a pair of feet so little covered by her shoes that only a
+slim black line was visible between the carpet and her white
+stockings. This peculiar foot-gear, which Parisian caricaturists have
+well-rendered, is a special attribute of the grisette of Paris; but
+she is even more distinctive to the eyes of an observer by the care
+with which her garments are made to adhere to her form, which they
+clearly define. On this occasion she was trigly dressed in a green
+gown, with a white chemisette, which allowed the beauty of her bust to
+be seen; her shawl, of Ternaux cashmere, had fallen from her
+shoulders, and was held by its two corners, which were twisted round
+her wrists. She had a delicate face, rosy cheeks, a white skin,
+sparkling gray eyes, a round, very promising forehead, hair carefully
+smoothed beneath her little bonnet, and heavy curls upon her neck.
+
+"My name is Ida," she said, "and if that's Madame Jules to whom I have
+the advantage of speaking, I've come to tell her all I have in my
+heart against her. It is very wrong, when a woman is set up and in her
+furniture, as you are here, to come and take from a poor girl a man
+with whom I'm as good as married, morally, and who did talk of making
+it right by marrying me before the municipality. There's plenty of
+handsome young men in the world--ain't there, monsieur?--to take your
+fancy, without going after a man of middle age, who makes my
+happiness. Yah! I haven't got a fine hotel like this, but I've got my
+love, I have. I hate handsome men and money; I'm all heart, and--"
+
+Madame Jules turned to her husband.
+
+"You will allow me, monsieur, to hear no more of all this," she said,
+retreating to her bedroom.
+
+"If the lady lives with you, I've made a mess of it; but I can't help
+that," resumed Ida. "Why does she come after Monsieur Ferragus every
+day?"
+
+"You are mistaken, mademoiselle," said Jules, stupefied; "my wife is
+incapable--"
+
+"Ha! so you're married, you two," said the grisette showing some
+surprise. "Then it's very wrong, monsieur,--isn't it?--for a woman who
+has the happiness of being married in legal marriage to have relations
+with a man like Henri--"
+
+"Henri! who is Henri?" said Jules, taking Ida by the arm and pulling
+her into an adjoining room that his wife might hear no more.
+
+"Why, Monsieur Ferragus."
+
+"But he is dead," said Jules.
+
+"Nonsense; I went to Franconi's with him last night, and he brought me
+home--as he ought. Besides, your wife can tell you about him; didn't
+she go there this very afternoon at three o'clock? I know she did, for
+I waited in the street, and saw her,--all because that good-natured
+fellow, Monsieur Justin, whom you know perhaps,--a little old man with
+jewelry who wears corsets,--told me that Madame Jules was my rival.
+That name, monsieur, sounds mighty like a feigned one; but if it is
+yours, excuse me. But this I say, if Madame Jules was a court duchess,
+Henri is rich enough to satisfy all her fancies, and it is my business
+to protect my property; I've a right to, for I love him, that I do. He
+is my /first/ inclination; my happiness and all my future fate depends
+on it. I fear nothing, monsieur; I am honest; I never lied, or stole
+the property of any living soul, no matter who. If an empress was my
+rival, I'd go straight to her, empress as she was; because all pretty
+women are equals, monsieur--"
+
+"Enough! enough!" said Jules. "Where do you live?"
+
+"Rue de la Corderie-du-Temple, number 14, monsieur,--Ida Gruget,
+corset-maker, at your service,--for we make lots of corsets for men."
+
+"Where does the man whom you call Ferragus live?"
+
+"Monsieur," she said, pursing up her lips, "in the first place, he's
+not a man; he is a rich monsieur, much richer, perhaps, than you are.
+But why do you ask me his address when your wife knows it? He told me
+not to give it. Am I obliged to answer you? I'm not, thank God, in a
+confessional or a police-court; I'm responsible only to myself."
+
+"If I were to offer you ten thousand francs to tell me where Monsieur
+Ferragus lives, how then?"
+
+"Ha! n, o, /no/, my little friend, and that ends the matter," she
+said, emphasizing this singular reply with a popular gesture. "There's
+no sum in the world could make me tell you. I have the honor to bid
+you good-day. How do I get out of here?"
+
+Jules, horror-struck, allowed her to go without further notice. The
+whole world seemed to crumble beneath his feet, and above him the
+heavens were falling with a crash.
+
+"Monsieur is served," said his valet.
+
+The valet and the footman waited in the dining-room a quarter of an
+hour without seeing master or mistress.
+
+"Madame will not dine to-day," said the waiting-maid, coming in.
+
+"What's the matter, Josephine?" asked the valet.
+
+"I don't know," she answered. "Madame is crying, and is going to bed.
+Monsieur has no doubt got some love-affair on hand, and it has been
+discovered at a very bad time. I wouldn't answer for madame's life.
+Men are so clumsy; they'll make you scenes without any precaution."
+
+"That's not so," said the valet, in a low voice. "On the contrary,
+madame is the one who--you understand? What times does monsieur have
+to go after pleasures, he, who hasn't slept out of madame's room for
+five years, who goes to his study at ten and never leaves it till
+breakfast, at twelve. His life is all known, it is regular; whereas
+madame goes out nearly every day at three o'clock, Heaven knows
+where."
+
+"And monsieur too," said the maid, taking her mistress's part.
+
+"Yes, but he goes straight to the Bourse. I told him three times that
+dinner was ready," continued the valet, after a pause. "You might as
+well talk to a post."
+
+Monsieur Jules entered the dining-room.
+
+"Where is madame?" he said.
+
+"Madame is going to bed; her head aches," replied the maid, assuming
+an air of importance.
+
+Monsieur Jules then said to the footmen composedly: "You can take
+away; I shall go and sit with madame."
+
+He went to his wife's room and found her weeping, but endeavoring to
+smother her sobs with her handkerchief.
+
+"Why do you weep?" said Jules; "you need expect no violence and no
+reproaches from me. Why should I avenge myself? If you have not been
+faithful to my love, it is that you were never worthy of it."
+
+"Not worthy?" The words were repeated amid her sobs and the accent in
+which they were said would have moved any other man than Jules.
+
+"To kill you, I must love more than perhaps I do love you," he
+continued. "But I should never have the courage; I would rather kill
+myself, leaving you to your--happiness, and with--whom!--"
+
+He did not end his sentence.
+
+"Kill yourself!" she cried, flinging herself at his feet and clasping
+them.
+
+But he, wishing to escape the embrace, tried to shake her off,
+dragging her in so doing toward the bed.
+
+"Let me alone," he said.
+
+"No, no, Jules!" she cried. "If you love me no longer I shall die. Do
+you wish to know all?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+He took her, grasped her violently, and sat down on the edge of the
+bed, holding her between his legs. Then, looking at that beautiful
+face now red as fire and furrowed with tears,--
+
+"Speak," he said.
+
+Her sobs began again.
+
+"No; it is a secret of life and death. If I tell it, I--No, I cannot.
+Have mercy, Jules!"
+
+"You have betrayed me--"
+
+"Ah! Jules, you think so now, but soon you will know all."
+
+"But this Ferragus, this convict whom you go to see, a man enriched by
+crime, if he does not belong to you, if you do not belong to him--"
+
+"Oh, Jules!"
+
+"Speak! Is he your mysterious benefactor?--the man to whom we owe our
+fortune, as persons have said already?"
+
+"Who said that?"
+
+"A man whom I killed in a duel."
+
+"Oh, God! one death already!"
+
+"If he is not your protector, if he does not give you money, if it is
+you, on the contrary, who carry money to him, tell me, is he your
+brother?"
+
+"What if he were?" she said.
+
+Monsieur Desmarets crossed his arms.
+
+"Why should that have been concealed from me?" he said. "Then you and
+your mother have both deceived me? Besides, does a woman go to see her
+brother every day, or nearly every day?"
+
+His wife had fainted at his feet.
+
+"Dead," he said. "And suppose I am mistaken?"
+
+He sprang to the bell-rope; called Josephine, and lifted Clemence to
+the bed.
+
+"I shall die of this," said Madame Jules, recovering consciousness.
+
+"Josephine," cried Monsieur Desmarets. "Send for Monsieur Desplein;
+send also to my brother and ask him to come here immediately."
+
+"Why your brother?" asked Clemence.
+
+But Jules had already left the room.
+
+
+
+                              CHAPTER IV
+
+                           WHERE GO TO DIE?
+
+For the first time in five years Madame Jules slept alone in her bed,
+and was compelled to admit a physician into that sacred chamber. These
+in themselves were two keen pangs. Desplein found Madame Jules very
+ill. Never was a violent emotion more untimely. He would say nothing
+definite, and postponed till the morrow giving any opinion, after
+leaving a few directions, which were not executed, the emotions of the
+heart causing all bodily cares to be forgotten.
+
+When morning dawned, Clemence had not yet slept. Her mind was absorbed
+in the low murmur of a conversation which lasted several hours between
+the brothers; but the thickness of the walls allowed no word which
+could betray the object of this long conference to reach her ears.
+Monsieur Desmarets, the notary, went away at last. The stillness of
+the night, and the singular activity of the senses given by powerful
+emotion, enabled Clemence to distinguish the scratching of a pen and
+the involuntary movements of a person engaged in writing. Those who
+are habitually up at night, and who observe the different acoustic
+effects produced in absolute silence, know that a slight echo can be
+readily perceived in the very places where louder but more equable and
+continued murmurs are not distinct. At four o'clock the sound ceased.
+Clemence rose, anxious and trembling. Then, with bare feet and without
+a wrapper, forgetting her illness and her moist condition, the poor
+woman opened the door softly without noise and looked into the next
+room. She saw her husband sitting, with a pen in his hand, asleep in
+his arm-chair. The candles had burned to the sockets. She slowly
+advanced and read on an envelope, already sealed, the words, "This is
+my will."
+
+She knelt down as if before an open grave and kissed her husband's
+hand. He woke instantly.
+
+"Jules, my friend, they grant some days to criminals condemned to
+death," she said, looking at him with eyes that blazed with fever and
+with love. "Your innocent wife asks only two. Leave me free for two
+days, and--wait! After that, I shall die happy--at least, you will
+regret me."
+
+"Clemence, I grant them."
+
+Then, as she kissed her husband's hands in the tender transport of her
+heart, Jules, under the spell of that cry of innocence, took her in
+his arms and kissed her forehead, though ashamed to feel himself still
+under subjection to the power of that noble beauty.
+
+On the morrow, after taking a few hours' rest, Jules entered his
+wife's room, obeying mechanically his invariable custom of not leaving
+the house without a word to her. Clemence was sleeping. A ray of light
+passing through a chink in the upper blind of a window fell across the
+face of the dejected woman. Already suffering had impaired her
+forehead and the freshness of her lips. A lover's eye could not fail
+to notice the appearance of dark blotches, and a sickly pallor in
+place of the uniform tone of the cheeks and the pure ivory whiteness
+of the skin,--two points at which the sentiments of her noble soul
+were artlessly wont to show themselves.
+
+"She suffers," thought Jules. "Poor Clemence! May God protect us!"
+
+He kissed her very softly on the forehead. She woke, saw her husband,
+and remembered all. Unable to speak, she took his hand, her eyes
+filling with tears.
+
+"I am innocent," she said, ending her dream.
+
+"You will not go out to-day, will you?" asked Jules.
+
+"No, I feel too weak to leave my bed."
+
+"If you should change your mind, wait till I return," said Jules.
+
+Then he went down to the porter's lodge.
+
+"Fouguereau, you will watch the door yourself to-day. I wish to know
+exactly who comes to the house, and who leaves it."
+
+Then he threw himself into a hackney-coach, and was driven to the
+hotel de Maulincour, where he asked for the baron.
+
+"Monsieur is ill," they told him.
+
+Jules insisted on entering, and gave his name. If he could not see the
+baron, he wished to see the vidame or the dowager. He waited some time
+in the salon, where Madame de Maulincour finally came to him and told
+him that her grandson was much too ill to receive him.
+
+"I know, madame, the nature of his illness from the letter you did me
+the honor to write, and I beg you to believe--"
+
+"A letter to you, monsieur, written by me!" cried the dowager,
+interrupting him. "I have written you no letter. What was I made to
+say in that letter, monsieur?"
+
+"Madame," replied Jules, "intending to see Monsieur de Maulincour
+to-day, I thought it best to preserve the letter in spite of its
+injunction to destroy it. There it is."
+
+Madame de Maulincour put on her spectacles, and the moment she cast
+her eyes on the paper she showed the utmost surprise.
+
+"Monsieur," she said, "my writing is so perfectly imitated that, if
+the matter were not so recent, I might be deceived myself. My grandson
+is ill, it is true; but his reason has never for a moment been
+affected. We are the puppets of some evil-minded person or persons;
+and yet I cannot imagine the object of a trick like this. You shall
+see my grandson, monsieur, and you will at once perceive that he is
+perfectly sound in mind."
+
+She rang the bell, and sent to ask if the baron felt able to receive
+Monsieur Desmarets. The servant returned with an affirmative answer.
+Jules went to the baron's room, where he found him in an arm-chair
+near the fire. Too feeble to move, the unfortunate man merely bowed
+his head with a melancholy gesture. The Vidame de Pamiers was sitting
+with him.
+
+"Monsieur le baron," said Jules, "I have something to say which makes
+it desirable that I should see you alone."
+
+"Monsieur," replied Auguste, "Monsieur le vidame knows about this
+affair; you can speak fearlessly before him."
+
+"Monsieur le baron," said Jules, in a grave voice, "you have troubled
+and well-nigh destroyed my happiness without having any right to do
+so. Until the moment when we can see clearly which of us should
+demand, or grant, reparation to the other, you are bound to help me in
+following the dark and mysterious path into which you have flung me. I
+have now come to ascertain from you the present residence of the
+extraordinary being who exercises such a baneful effect on your life
+and mine. On my return home yesterday, after listening to your
+avowals, I received that letter."
+
+Jules gave him the forged letter.
+
+"This Ferragus, this Bourignard, or this Monsieur de Funcal, is a
+demon!" cried Maulincour, after having read it. "Oh, what a frightful
+maze I put my foot into when I meddled in this matter! Where am I
+going? I did wrong, monsieur," he continued, looking at Jules; "but
+death is the greatest of all expiations, and my death is now
+approaching. You can ask me whatever you like; I am at your orders."
+
+"Monsieur, you know, of course, where this man is living, and I must
+know it if it costs me all my fortune to penetrate this mystery. In
+presence of so cruel an enemy every moment is precious."
+
+"Justin shall tell you all," replied the baron.
+
+At these words the vidame fidgeted on his chair. Auguste rang the
+bell.
+
+"Justin is not in the house!" cried the vidame, in a hasty manner that
+told much.
+
+"Well, then," said Auguste, excitedly, "the other servants must know
+where he is; send a man on horseback to fetch him. Your valet is in
+Paris, isn't he? He can be found."
+
+The vidame was visibly distressed.
+
+"Justin can't come, my dear boy," said the old man; "he is dead. I
+wanted to conceal the accident from you, but--"
+
+"Dead!" cried Monsieur de Maulincour,--"dead! When and how?"
+
+"Last night. He had been supping with some old friends, and, I dare
+say, was drunk; his friends--no doubt they were drunk, too--left him
+lying in the street, and a heavy vehicle ran over him."
+
+"The convict did not miss /him/; at the first stroke he killed," said
+Auguste. "He has had less luck with me; it has taken four blows to put
+me out of the way."
+
+Jules was gloomy and thoughtful.
+
+"Am I to know nothing, then?" he cried, after a long pause. "Your
+valet seems to have been justly punished. Did he not exceed your
+orders in calumniating Madame Desmarets to a person named Ida, whose
+jealousy he roused in order to turn her vindictiveness upon us?"
+
+"Ah, monsieur! in my anger I informed him about Madame Jules," said
+Auguste.
+
+"Monsieur!" cried the husband, keenly irritated.
+
+"Oh, monsieur!" replied the baron, claiming silence by a gesture, "I
+am prepared for all. You cannot tell me anything my own conscience has
+not already told me. I am now expecting the most celebrated of all
+professors of toxicology, in order to learn my fate. If I am destined
+to intolerable suffering, my resolution is taken. I shall blow my
+brains out."
+
+"You talk like a child!" cried the vidame, horrified by the coolness
+with which the baron said these words. "Your grandmother would die of
+grief."
+
+"Then, monsieur," said Jules, "am I to understand that there exist no
+means of discovering in what part of Paris this extraordinary man
+resides?"
+
+"I think, monsieur," said the old vidame, "from what I have heard poor
+Justin say, that Monsieur de Funcal lives at either the Portuguese or
+the Brazilian embassy. Monsieur de Funcal is a nobleman belonging to
+both those countries. As for the convict, he is dead and buried. Your
+persecutor, whoever he is, seems to me so powerful that it would be
+well to take no decisive measures until you are sure of some way of
+confounding and crushing him. Act prudently and with caution, my dear
+monsieur. Had Monsieur de Maulincour followed my advice, nothing of
+all this would have happened."
+
+Jules coldly but politely withdrew. He was now at a total loss to know
+how to reach Ferragus. As he passed into his own house, the porter
+told him that Madame had just been out to throw a letter into the post
+box at the head of the rue de Menars. Jules felt humiliated by this
+proof of the insight with which the porter espoused his cause, and the
+cleverness by which he guessed the way to serve him. The eagerness of
+servants, and their shrewdness in compromising masters who compromised
+themselves, was known to him, and he fully appreciated the danger of
+having them as accomplices, no matter for what purpose. But he could
+not think of his personal dignity until the moment when he found
+himself thus suddenly degraded. What a triumph for the slave who could
+not raise himself to his master, to compel his master to come down to
+his level! Jules was harsh and hard to him. Another fault. But he
+suffered so deeply! His life till then so upright, so pure, was
+becoming crafty; he was to scheme and lie. Clemence was scheming and
+lying. This to him was a moment of horrible disgust. Lost in a flood
+of bitter feelings, Jules stood motionless at the door of his house.
+Yielding to despair, he thought of fleeing, of leaving France forever,
+carrying with him the illusions of uncertainty. Then, again, not
+doubting that the letter Clemence had just posted was addressed to
+Ferragus, his mind searched for a means of obtaining the answer that
+mysterious being was certain to send. Then his thoughts began to
+analyze the singular good fortune of his life since his marriage, and
+he asked himself whether the calumny for which he had taken such
+signal vengeance was not a truth. Finally, reverting to the coming
+answer, he said to himself:--
+
+"But this man, so profoundly capable, so logical in his every act, who
+sees and foresees, who calculates, and even divines, our very
+thoughts, is he likely to make an answer? Will he not employ some
+other means more in keeping with his power? He may send his answer by
+some beggar; or in a carton brought by an honest man, who does not
+suspect what he brings; or in some parcel of shoes, which a shop-girl
+may innocently deliver to my wife. If Clemence and he have agreed upon
+such means--"
+
+He distrusted all things; his mind ran over vast tracts and shoreless
+oceans of conjecture. Then, after floating for a time among a thousand
+contradictory ideas, he felt he was strongest in his own house, and he
+resolved to watch it as the ant-lion watches his sandy labyrinth.
+
+"Fouguereau," he said to the porter, "I am not at home to any one who
+comes to see me. If any one calls to see madame, or brings her
+anything, ring twice. Bring all letters addressed here to me, no
+matter for whom they are intended."
+
+"Thus," thought he, as he entered his study, which was in the
+entresol, "I forestall the schemes of this Ferragus. If he sends some
+one to ask for me so as to find out if Clemence is alone, at least I
+shall not be tricked like a fool."
+
+He stood by the window of his study, which looked upon the street, and
+then a final scheme, inspired by jealousy, came into his mind. He
+resolved to send his head-clerk in his own carriage to the Bourse with
+a letter to another broker, explaining his sales and purchases and
+requesting him to do his business for that day. He postponed his more
+delicate transactions till the morrow, indifferent to the fall or rise
+of stocks or the debts of all Europe. High privilege of love!--it
+crushes all things, all interests fall before it: altar, throne,
+consols!
+
+At half-past three, just the hour at which the Bourse is in full blast
+of reports, monthly settlements, premiums, etc., Fouguereau entered
+the study, quite radiant with his news.
+
+"Monsieur, an old woman has come, but very cautiously; I think she's a
+sly one. She asked for monsieur, and seemed much annoyed when I told
+her he was out; then she gave me a letter for madame, and here it is."
+
+Fevered with anxiety, Jules opened the letter; then he dropped into a
+chair, exhausted. The letter was mere nonsense throughout, and needed
+a key. It was virtually in cipher.
+
+"Go away, Fouguereau." The porter left him. "It is a mystery deeper
+than the sea below the plummet line! Ah! it must be love; love only is
+so sagacious, so inventive as this. Ah! I shall kill her."
+
+At this moment an idea flashed through his brain with such force that
+he felt almost physically illuminated by it. In the days of his
+toilsome poverty before his marriage, Jules had made for himself a
+true friend. The extreme delicacy with which he had managed the
+susceptibilities of a man both poor and modest; the respect with which
+he had surrounded him; the ingenious cleverness he had employed to
+nobly compel him to share his opulence without permitting it to make
+him blush, increased their friendship. Jacquet continued faithful to
+Desmarets in spite of his wealth.
+
+Jacquet, a nobly upright man, a toiler, austere in his morals, had
+slowly made his way in that particular ministry which develops both
+honesty and knavery at the same time. A clerk in the ministry of
+Foreign Affairs, he had charge of the most delicate division of its
+archives. Jacquet in that office was like a glow-worm, casting his
+light upon those secret correspondences, deciphering and classifying
+despatches. Ranking higher than a mere /bourgeois/, his position at
+the ministry was superior to that of the other subalterns. He lived
+obscurely, glad to feel that such obscurity sheltered him from
+reverses and disappointments, and was satisfied to humbly pay in the
+lowest coin his debt to the country. Thanks to Jules, his position had
+been much ameliorated by a worthy marriage. An unrecognized patriot, a
+minister in actual fact, he contented himself with groaning in his
+chimney-corner at the course of the government. In his own home,
+Jacquet was an easy-going king,--an umbrella-man, as they say, who
+hired a carriage for his wife which he never entered himself. In
+short, to end this sketch of a philosopher unknown to himself, he had
+never suspected and never in all his life would suspect the advantages
+he might have drawn from his position,--that of having for his
+intimate friend a broker, and of knowing every morning all the secrets
+of the State. This man, sublime after the manner of that nameless
+soldier who died in saving Napoleon by a "qui vive," lived at the
+ministry.
+
+In ten minutes Jules was in his friend's office. Jacquet gave him a
+chair, laid aside methodically his green silk eye-shade, rubbed his
+hands, picked up his snuff-box, rose, stretched himself till his
+shoulder-blades cracked, swelled out his chest, and said:--
+
+"What brings you here, Monsieur Desmarets? What do you want with me?"
+
+"Jacquet, I want you to decipher a secret,--a secret of life and
+death."
+
+"It doesn't concern politics?"
+
+"If it did, I shouldn't come to you for information," said Jules. "No,
+it is a family matter, about which I require you to be absolutely
+silent."
+
+"Claude-Joseph Jacquet, dumb by profession. Don't you know me by this
+time?" he said, laughing. "Discretion is my lot."
+
+Jules showed him the letter.
+
+"You must read me this letter, addressed to my wife."
+
+"The deuce! the deuce! a bad business!" said Jacquet, examining the
+letter as a usurer examines a note to be negotiated. "Ha! that's a
+gridiron letter! Wait a minute."
+
+He left Jules alone for a moment, but returned immediately.
+
+"Easy enough to read, my friend! It is written on the gridiron plan,
+used by the Portuguese minister under Monsieur de Choiseul, at the
+time of the dismissal of the Jesuits. Here, see!"
+
+Jacquet placed upon the writing a piece of paper cut out in regular
+squares, like the paper laces which confectioners wrap round their
+sugarplums; and Jules then read with perfect ease the words that were
+visible in the interstices. They were as follows:--
+
+  "Don't be uneasy, my dear Clemence; our happiness cannot again be
+  troubled; and your husband will soon lay aside his suspicions.
+  However ill you may be, you must have the courage to come here
+  to-morrow; find strength in your love for me. Mine for you has
+  induced me to submit to a cruel operation, and I cannot leave my
+  bed. I have had the actual cautery applied to my back, and it was
+  necessary to burn it in a long time; you understand me? But I
+  thought of you, and I did not suffer.
+
+  "To baffle Maulincour (who will not persecute us much longer), I
+  have left the protecting roof of the embassy, and am now safe from
+  all inquiry in the rue des Enfants-Rouges, number 12, with an old
+  woman, Madame Etienne Gruget, mother of that Ida, who shall pay
+  dear for her folly. Come to-morrow, at nine in the morning. I am
+  in a room which is reached only by an interior staircase. Ask for
+  Monsieur Camuset. Adieu; I kiss your forehead, my darling."
+
+Jacquet looked at Jules with a sort of honest terror, the sign of a
+true compassion, as he made his favorite exclamation in two separate
+and distinct tones,--
+
+"The deuce! the deuce!"
+
+"That seems clear to you, doesn't it?" said Jules. "Well, in the
+depths of my heart there is a voice that pleads for my wife, and makes
+itself heard above the pangs of jealousy. I must endure the worst of
+all agony until to-morrow; but to-morrow, between nine and ten I shall
+know all; I shall be happy or wretched for all my life. Think of me
+then, Jacquet."
+
+"I shall be at your house to-morrow at eight o'clock. We will go
+together; I'll wait for you, if you like, in the street. You may run
+some danger, and you ought to have near you some devoted person who'll
+understand a mere sign, and whom you can safely trust. Count on me."
+
+"Even to help me in killing some one?"
+
+"The deuce! the deuce!" said Jacquet, repeating, as it were, the same
+musical note. "I have two children and a wife."
+
+Jules pressed his friend's hand and went away; but returned
+immediately.
+
+"I forgot the letter," he said. "But that's not all, I must reseal
+it."
+
+"The deuce! the deuce! you opened it without saving the seal; however,
+it is still possible to restore it. Leave it with me and I'll bring it
+to you /secundum scripturam/."
+
+"At what time?"
+
+"Half-past five."
+
+"If I am not yet in, give it to the porter and tell him to send it up
+to madame."
+
+"Do you want me to-morrow?"
+
+"No. Adieu."
+
+Jules drove at once to the place de la Rotonde du Temple, where he
+left his cabriolet and went on foot to the rue des Enfants-Rouges. He
+found the house of Madame Etienne Gruget and examined it. There, the
+mystery on which depended the fate of so many persons would be cleared
+up; there, at this moment, was Ferragus, and to Ferragus all the
+threads of this strange plot led. The Gordian knot of the drama,
+already so bloody, was surely in a meeting between Madame Jules, her
+husband, and that man; and a blade able to cut the closest of such
+knots would not be wanting.
+
+The house was one of those which belong to the class called
+/cabajoutis/. This significant name is given by the populace of Paris
+to houses which are built, as it were, piecemeal. They are nearly
+always composed of buildings originally separate but afterwards united
+according to the fancy of the various proprietors who successively
+enlarge them; or else they are houses begun, left unfinished, again
+built upon, and completed,--unfortunate structures which have passed,
+like certain peoples, under many dynasties of capricious masters.
+Neither the floors nor the windows have an /ensemble/,--to borrow one
+of the most picturesque terms of the art of painting; all is discord,
+even the external decoration. The /cabajoutis/ is to Parisian
+architecture what the /capharnaum/ is to the apartment,--a poke-hole,
+where the most heterogeneous articles are flung pell-mell.
+
+"Madame Etienne?" asked Jules of the portress.
+
+This portress had her lodge under the main entrance, in a sort of
+chicken coop, or wooden house on rollers, not unlike those sentry-
+boxes which the police have lately set up by the stands of hackney-
+coaches.
+
+"Hein?" said the portress, without laying down the stocking she was
+knitting.
+
+In Paris the various component parts which make up the physiognomy of
+any given portion of the monstrous city, are admirably in keeping with
+its general character. Thus porter, concierge, or Suisse, whatever
+name may be given to that essential muscle of the Parisian monster, is
+always in conformity with the neighborhood of which he is a part; in
+fact, he is often an epitome of it. The lazy porter of the faubourg
+Saint-Germain, with lace on every seam of his coat, dabbles in stocks;
+he of the Chaussee d'Antin takes his ease, reads the money-articles in
+the newspapers, and has a business of his own in the faubourg
+Montmartre. The portress in the quarter of prostitution was formerly a
+prostitute; in the Marais, she has morals, is cross-grained, and full
+of crotchets.
+
+On seeing Monsieur Jules this particular portress, holding her
+knitting in one hand, took a knife and stirred the half-extinguished
+peat in her foot-warmer; then she said:--
+
+"You want Madame Etienne; do you mean Madame Etienne Gruget?"
+
+"Yes," said Jules, assuming a vexed air.
+
+"Who makes trimmings?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Well, then, monsieur," she said, issuing from her cage, and laying
+her hand on Jules' arm and leading him to the end of a long passage-
+way, vaulted like a cellar, "go up the second staircase at the end of
+the court-yard--where you will see the windows with the pots of pinks;
+that's where Madame Etienne lives."
+
+"Thank you, madame. Do you think she is alone?"
+
+"Why shouldn't she be alone? she's a widow."
+
+Jules hastened up a dark stairway, the steps of which were knobby with
+hardened mud left by the feet of those who came and went. On the
+second floor he saw three doors but no signs of pinks. Fortunately, on
+one of the doors, the oiliest and darkest of the three, he read these
+words, chalked on a panel: "Ida will come to-night at nine o'clock."
+
+"This is the place," thought Jules.
+
+He pulled an old bellrope, black with age, and heard the smothered
+sound of a cracked bell and the barking of an asthmatic little dog. By
+the way the sounds echoed from the interior he knew that the rooms
+were encumbered with articles which left no space for reverberation,--
+a characteristic feature of the homes of workmen and humble
+households, where space and air are always lacking.
+
+Jules looked out mechanically for the pinks, and found them on the
+outer sill of a sash window between two filthy drain-pipes. So here
+were flowers; here, a garden, two yards long and six inches wide;
+here, a wheat-ear; here, a whole life epitomized; but here, too, all
+the miseries of that life. A ray of light falling from heaven as if by
+special favor on those puny flowers and the vigorous wheat-ear brought
+out in full relief the dust, the grease, and that nameless color,
+peculiar to Parisian squalor, made of dirt, which crusted and spotted
+the damp walls, the worm-eaten balusters, the disjointed window-
+casings, and the door originally red. Presently the cough of an old
+woman, and a heavy female step, shuffling painfully in list slippers,
+announced the coming of the mother of Ida Gruget. The creature opened
+the door and came out upon the landing, looked up, and said:--
+
+"Ah! is this Monsieur Bocquillon? Why, no? But perhaps you're his
+brother. What can I do for you? Come in, monsieur."
+
+Jules followed her into the first room, where he saw, huddled
+together, cages, household utensils, ovens, furniture, little
+earthenware dishes full of food or water for the dog and the cats, a
+wooden clock, bed-quilts, engravings of Eisen, heaps of old iron, all
+these things mingled and massed together in a way that produced a most
+grotesque effect,--a true Parisian dusthole, in which were not lacking
+a few old numbers of the "Constitutionel."
+
+Jules, impelled by a sense of prudence, paid no attention to the
+widow's invitation when she said civilly, showing him an inner room:--
+
+"Come in here, monsieur, and warm yourself."
+
+Fearing to be overheard by Ferragus, Jules asked himself whether it
+were not wisest to conclude the arrangement he had come to make with
+the old woman in the crowded antechamber. A hen, which descended
+cackling from a loft, roused him from this inward meditation. He came
+to a resolution, and followed Ida's mother into the inner room,
+whither they were accompanied by the wheezy pug, a personage otherwise
+mute, who jumped upon a stool. Madame Gruget showed the assumption of
+semi-pauperism when she invited her visitor to warm himself. Her fire-
+pot contained, or rather concealed two bits of sticks, which lay
+apart: the grating was on the ground, its handle in the ashes. The
+mantel-shelf, adorned with a little wax Jesus under a shade of squares
+of glass held together with blue paper, was piled with wools, bobbins,
+and tools used in the making of gimps and trimmings. Jules examined
+everything in the room with a curiosity that was full of interest, and
+showed, in spite of himself, an inward satisfaction.
+
+"Well, monsieur, tell me, do you want to buy any of my things?" said
+the old woman, seating herself in a cane arm-chair, which appeared to
+be her headquarters. In it she kept her handkerchief, snuffbox,
+knitting, half-peeled vegetables, spectacles, calendar, a bit of
+livery gold lace just begun, a greasy pack of cards, and two volumes
+of novels, all stuck into the hollow of the back. This article of
+furniture, in which the old creature was floating down the river of
+life, was not unlike the encyclopedic bag which a woman carries with
+her when she travels; in which may be found a compendium of her
+household belongings, from the portrait of her husband to /eau de
+Melisse/ for faintness, sugarplums for the children, and English
+court-plaster in case of cuts.
+
+Jules studied all. He looked attentively at Madame Gruget's yellow
+visage, at her gray eyes without either brows or lashes, her toothless
+mouth, her wrinkles marked in black, her rusty cap, her still more
+rusty ruffles, her cotton petticoat full of holes, her worn-out
+slippers, her disabled fire-pot, her table heaped with dishes and
+silks and work begun or finished, in wool or cotton, in the midst of
+which stood a bottle of wine. Then he said to himself: "This old woman
+has some passion, some strong liking or vice; I can make her do my
+will."
+
+"Madame," he said aloud, with a private sign of intelligence, "I have
+come to order some livery trimmings." Then he lowered his voice. "I
+know," he continued, "that you have a lodger who has taken the name of
+Camuset." The old woman looked at him suddenly, but without any sign
+of astonishment. "Now, tell me, can we come to an understanding? This
+is a question which means fortune for you."
+
+"Monsieur," she replied, "speak out, and don't be afraid. There's no
+one here. But if I had any one above, it would be impossible for him
+to hear you."
+
+"Ha! the sly old creature, she answers like a Norman," thought Jules,
+"We shall agree. Do not give yourself the trouble to tell falsehoods,
+madame," he resumed, "In the first place, let me tell you that I mean
+no harm either to you or to your lodger who is suffering from cautery,
+or to your daughter Ida, a stay-maker, the friend of Ferragus. You
+see, I know all your affairs. Do not be uneasy; I am not a detective
+policeman, nor do I desire anything that can hurt your conscience. A
+young lady will come here to-morrow-morning at half-past nine o'clock,
+to talk with this lover of your daughter. I want to be where I can see
+all and hear all, without being seen or heard by them. If you will
+furnish me with the means of doing so, I will reward that service with
+the gift of two thousand francs and a yearly stipend of six hundred.
+My notary shall prepare a deed before you this evening, and I will
+give him the money to hold; he will pay the two thousand to you
+to-morrow after the conference at which I desire to be present, as you
+will then have given proofs of your good faith."
+
+"Will it injure my daughter, my good monsieur?" she asked, casting a
+cat-like glance of doubt and uneasiness upon him.
+
+"In no way, madame. But, in any case, it seems to me that your
+daughter does not treat you well. A girl who is loved by so rich a man
+as Ferragus ought to make you more comfortable than you seem to be."
+
+"Ah, my dear monsieur, just think, not so much as one poor ticket to
+the Ambigu, or the Gaiete, where she can go as much as she likes. It's
+shameful! A girl for whom I sold my silver forks and spoons! and now I
+eat, at my age, with German metal,--and all to pay for her
+apprenticeship, and give her a trade, where she could coin money if
+she chose. As for that, she's like me, clever as a witch; I must do
+her that justice. But, I will say, she might give me her old silk
+gowns,--I, who am so fond of wearing silk. But no! Monsieur, she dines
+at the Cadran-Bleu at fifty francs a head, and rolls in her carriage
+as if she were a princess, and despises her mother for a Colin-Lampon.
+Heavens and earth! what heedless young ones we've brought into the
+world; we have nothing to boast of there. A mother, monsieur, can't be
+anything else but a good mother; and I've concealed that girl's ways,
+and kept her in my bosom, to take the bread out of my mouth and cram
+everything into her own. Well, well! and now she comes and fondles one
+a little, and says, 'How d'ye do, mother?' And that's all the duty she
+thinks of paying. But she'll have children one of these days, and then
+she'll find out what it is to have such baggage,--which one can't help
+loving all the same."
+
+"Do you mean that she does nothing for you?"
+
+"Ah, nothing? No, monsieur, I didn't say that; if she did nothing,
+that would be a little too much. She gives me my rent and thirty-six
+francs a month. But, monsieur, at my age,--and I'm fifty-two years
+old, with eyes that feel the strain at night,--ought I to be working
+in this way? Besides, why won't she have me to live with her? I should
+shame her, should I? Then let her say so. Faith, one ought to be
+buried out of the way of such dogs of children, who forget you before
+they've even shut the door."
+
+She pulled her handkerchief from her pocket, and with it a lottery
+ticket that dropped on the floor; but she hastily picked it up,
+saying, "Hi! that's the receipt for my taxes."
+
+Jules at once perceived the reason of the sagacious parsimony of which
+the mother complained; and he was the more certain that the widow
+Gruget would agree to the proposed bargain.
+
+"Well, then, madame," he said, "accept what I offer you."
+
+"Did you say two thousand francs in ready money, and six hundred
+annuity, monsieur?"
+
+"Madame, I've changed my mind; I will promise you only three hundred
+annuity. This way seems more to my own interests. But I will give you
+five thousand francs in ready money. Wouldn't you like that as well?"
+
+"Bless me, yes, monsieur!"
+
+"You'll get more comfort out of it; and you can go to the Ambigu and
+Franconi's at your ease in a coach."
+
+"As for Franconi, I don't like that, for they don't talk there.
+Monsieur, if I accept, it is because it will be very advantageous for
+my child. I sha'n't be a drag on her any longer. Poor little thing!
+I'm glad she has her pleasures, after all. Ah, monsieur, youth must be
+amused! And so, if you assure me that no harm will come to anybody--"
+
+"Not to anybody," replied Jules. "But now, how will you manage it?"
+
+"Well, monsieur, if I give Monsieur Ferragus a little tea made of
+poppy-heads to-night, he'll sleep sound, the dear man; and he needs
+it, too, because of his sufferings, for he does suffer, I can tell
+you, and more's the pity. But I'd like to know what a healthy man like
+him wants to burn his back for, just to get rid of a tic douleureux
+which troubles him once in two years. However, to come back to our
+business. I have my neighbor's key; her lodging is just above mine,
+and in it there's a room adjoining the one where Monsieur Ferragus is,
+with only a partition between them. My neighbor is away in the country
+for ten days. Therefore, if I make a hole to-night while Monsieur
+Ferragus is sound asleep, you can see and hear them to-morrow at your
+ease. I'm on good terms with a locksmith,--a very friendly man, who
+talks like an angel, and he'll do the work for me and say nothing
+about it."
+
+"Then here's a hundred francs for him. Come to-night to Monsieur
+Desmaret's office; he's a notary, and here's his address. At nine
+o'clock the deed will be ready, but--silence!"
+
+"Enough, monsieur; as you say--silence! Au revoir, monsieur."
+
+Jules went home, almost calmed by the certainty that he should know
+the truth on the morrow. As he entered the house, the porter gave him
+the letter properly resealed.
+
+"How do you feel now?" he said to his wife, in spite of the coldness
+that separated them.
+
+"Pretty well, Jules," she answered in a coaxing voice, "do come and
+dine beside me."
+
+"Very good," he said, giving her the letter. "Here is something
+Fouguereau gave me for you."
+
+Clemence, who was very pale, colored high when she saw the letter, and
+that sudden redness was a fresh blow to her husband.
+
+"Is that joy," he said, laughing, "or the effect of expectation?"
+
+"Oh, of many things!" she said, examining the seal.
+
+"I leave you now for a few moments."
+
+He went down to his study, and wrote to his brother, giving him
+directions about the payment to the widow Gruget. When he returned, he
+found his dinner served on a little table by his wife's bedside, and
+Josephine ready to wait on him.
+
+"If I were up how I should like to serve you myself," said Clemence,
+when Josephine had left them. "Oh, yes, on my knees!" she added,
+passing her white hands through her husband's hair. "Dear, noble
+heart, you were very kind and gracious to me just now. You did me more
+good by showing me such confidence than all the doctors on earth could
+do me with their prescriptions. That feminine delicacy of yours--for
+you do know how to love like a woman--well, it has shed a balm into my
+heart which has almost cured me. There's truce between us, Jules;
+lower your head, that I may kiss it."
+
+Jules could not deny himself the pleasure of that embrace. But it was
+not without a feeling of remorse in his heart; he felt himself small
+before this woman whom he was still tempted to think innocent. A sort
+of melancholy joy possessed him. A tender hope shone on her features
+in spite of their grieved expression. They both were equally unhappy
+in deceiving each other; another caress, and, unable to resist their
+suffering, all would then have been avowed.
+
+"To-morrow evening, Clemence."
+
+"No, no; to-morrow morning, by twelve o'clock, you will know all, and
+you'll kneel down before your wife--Oh, no! you shall not be
+humiliated; you are all forgiven now; you have done no wrong. Listen,
+Jules; yesterday you did crush me--harshly; but perhaps my life would
+not have been complete without that agony; it may be a shadow that
+will make our coming days celestial."
+
+"You lay a spell upon me," cried Jules; "you fill me with remorse."
+
+"Poor love! destiny is stronger than we, and I am not the accomplice
+of mine. I shall go out to-morrow."
+
+"At what hour?" asked Jules.
+
+"At half-past nine."
+
+"Clemence," he said, "take every precaution; consult Doctor Desplein
+and old Haudry."
+
+"I shall consult nothing but my heart and my courage."
+
+"I shall leave you free; you will not see me till twelve o'clock."
+
+"Won't you keep me company this evening? I feel so much better."
+
+After attending to some business, Jules returned to his wife,--
+recalled by her invincible attraction. His passion was stronger than
+his anguish.
+
+The next day, at nine o'clock Jules left home, hurried to the rue des
+Enfants-Rouges, went upstairs, and rang the bell of the widow Gruget's
+lodgings.
+
+"Ah! you've kept your word, as true as the dawn. Come in, monsieur,"
+said the old woman when she saw him. "I've made you a cup of coffee
+with cream," she added, when the door was closed. "Oh! real cream; I
+saw it milked myself at the dairy we have in this very street."
+
+"Thank you, no, madame, nothing. Take me at once--"
+
+"Very good, monsieur. Follow me, this way."
+
+She led him up into the room above her own, where she showed him,
+triumphantly, an opening about the size of a two-franc piece, made
+during the night, in a place, which, in each room, was above a
+wardrobe. In order to look through it, Jules was forced to maintain
+himself in rather a fatiguing attitude, by standing on a step-ladder
+which the widow had been careful to place there.
+
+"There's a gentleman with him," she whispered, as she retired.
+
+Jules then beheld a man employed in dressing a number of wounds on the
+shoulders of Ferragus, whose head he recognized from the description
+given to him by Monsieur de Maulincour.
+
+"When do you think those wounds will heal?" asked Ferragus.
+
+"I don't know," said the other man. "The doctors say those wounds will
+require seven or eight more dressings."
+
+"Well, then, good-bye until to-night," said Ferragus, holding out his
+hand to the man, who had just replaced the bandage.
+
+"Yes, to-night," said the other, pressing his hand cordially. "I wish
+I could see you past your sufferings."
+
+"To-morrow Monsieur de Funcal's papers will be delivered to us, and
+Henri Bourignard will be dead forever," said Ferragus. "Those fatal
+marks which have cost us so dear no longer exist. I shall become once
+more a social being, a man among men, and more of a man than the
+sailor whom the fishes are eating. God knows it is not for my own sake
+I have made myself a Portuguese count!"
+
+"Poor Gratien!--you, the wisest of us all, our beloved brother, the
+Benjamin of the band; as you very well know."
+
+"Adieu; keep an eye on Maulincour."
+
+"You can rest easy on that score."
+
+"Ho! stay, marquis," cried the convict.
+
+"What is it?"
+
+"Ida is capable of everything after the scene of last night. If she
+should throw herself into the river, I would not fish her out. She
+knows the secret of my name, and she'll keep it better there. But
+still, look after her; for she is, in her way, a good girl."
+
+"Very well."
+
+The stranger departed. Ten minutes later Jules heard, with a feverish
+shudder, the rustle of a silk gown, and almost recognized by their
+sound the steps of his wife.
+
+"Well, father," said Clemence, "my poor father, are you better? What
+courage you have shown!"
+
+"Come here, my child," replied Ferragus, holding out his hand to her.
+
+Clemence held her forehead to him and he kissed it.
+
+"Now tell me, what is the matter, my little girl? What are these new
+troubles?"
+
+"Troubles, father! it concerns the life or death of the daughter you
+have loved so much. Indeed you must, as I wrote you yesterday, you
+/must/ find a way to see my poor Jules to-day. If you knew how good he
+has been to me, in spite of all suspicions apparently so legitimate.
+Father, my love is my very life. Would you see me die? Ah! I have
+suffered so much that my life, I feel it! is in danger."
+
+"And all because of the curiosity of that miserable Parisian?" cried
+Ferragus. "I'd burn Paris down if I lost you, my daughter. Ha! you may
+know what a lover is, but you don't yet know what a father can do."
+
+"Father, you frighten me when you look at me in that way. Don't weigh
+such different feelings in the same scales. I had a husband before I
+knew that my father was living--"
+
+"If your husband was the first to lay kisses on your forehead, I was
+the first to drop tears upon it," replied Ferragus. "But don't feel
+frightened, Clemence, speak to me frankly. I love you enough to
+rejoice in the knowledge that you are happy, though I, your father,
+may have little place in your heart, while you fill the whole of
+mine."
+
+"Ah! what good such words do me! You make me love you more and more,
+though I seem to rob something from my Jules. But, my kind father,
+think what his sufferings are. What may I tell him to-day?"
+
+"My child, do you think I waited for your letter to save you from this
+threatened danger? Do you know what will become of those who venture
+to touch your happiness, or come between us? Have you never been aware
+that a second providence was guarding your life? Twelve men of power
+and intellect form a phalanx round your love and your existence,--
+ready to do all things to protect you. Think of your father, who has
+risked death to meet you in the public promenades, or see you asleep
+in your little bed in your mother's home, during the night-time. Could
+such a father, to whom your innocent caresses give strength to live
+when a man of honor ought to have died to escape his infamy, could
+/I/, in short, I who breathe through your lips, and see with your
+eyes, and feel with your heart, could I fail to defend with the claws
+of a lion and the soul of a father, my only blessing, my life, my
+daughter? Since the death of that angel, your mother, I have dreamed
+but of one thing,--the happiness of pressing you to my heart in the
+face of the whole earth, of burying the convict,--" He paused a
+moment, and then added: "--of giving you a father, a father who could
+press without shame your husband's hand, who could live without fear
+in both your hearts, who could say to all the world, 'This is my
+daughter,'--in short, to be a happy father."
+
+"Oh, father! father!"
+
+"After infinite difficulty, after searching the whole globe,"
+continued Ferragus, "my friends have found me the skin of a dead man
+in which to take my place once more in social life. A few days hence,
+I shall be Monsieur de Funcal, a Portuguese count. Ah! my dear child,
+there are few men of my age who would have had the patience to learn
+Portuguese and English, which were spoken fluently by that devil of a
+sailor, who was drowned at sea."
+
+"But, my dear father--"
+
+"All has been foreseen, and prepared. A few days hence, his Majesty
+John VI., King of Portugal will be my accomplice. My child, you must
+have a little patience where your father has had so much. But ah! what
+would I not do to reward your devotion for the last three years,--
+coming religiously to comfort your old father, at the risk of your own
+peace!"
+
+"Father!" cried Clemence, taking his hands and kissing them.
+
+"Come, my child, have courage still; keep my fatal secret a few days
+longer, till the end is reached. Jules is not an ordinary man, I know;
+but are we sure that his lofty character and his noble love may not
+impel him to dislike the daughter of a--"
+
+"Oh!" cried Clemence, "you have read my heart; I have no other fear
+than that. The very thought turns me to ice," she added, in a heart-
+rending tone. "But, father, think that I have promised him the truth
+in two hours."
+
+"If so, my daughter, tell him to go to the Portuguese embassy and see
+the Comte de Funcal, your father. I will be there."
+
+"But Monsieur de Maulincour has told him of Ferragus. Oh, father, what
+torture, to deceive, deceive, deceive!"
+
+"Need you say that to me? But only a few days more, and no living man
+will be able to expose me. Besides, Monsieur de Maulincour is beyond
+the faculty of remembering. Come, dry your tears, my silly child, and
+think--"
+
+At this instant a terrible cry rang from the room in which Jules
+Desmarets was stationed.
+
+The clamor was heard by Madame Jules and Ferragus through the opening
+of the wall, and struck them with terror.
+
+"Go and see what it means, Clemence," said her father.
+
+Clemence ran rapidly down the little staircase, found the door into
+Madame Gruget's apartment wide open, heard the cries which echoed from
+the upper floor, went up the stairs, guided by the noise of sobs, and
+caught these words before she entered the fatal chamber:--
+
+"You, monsieur, you, with your horrid inventions,--you are the cause
+of her death!"
+
+"Hush, miserable woman!" replied Jules, putting his handkerchief on
+the mouth of the old woman, who began at once to cry out, "Murder!
+help!"
+
+At this instant Clemence entered, saw her husband, uttered a cry, and
+fled away.
+
+"Who will save my child?" cried the widow Gruget. "You have murdered
+her."
+
+"How?" asked Jules, mechanically, for he was horror-struck at being
+seen by his wife.
+
+"Read that," said the old woman, giving him a letter. "Can money or
+annuities console me for that?"
+
+  Farewell, mother! I bequeeth you what I have. I beg your pardon
+  for my forlts, and the last greef to which I put you by ending my
+  life in the river. Henry, who I love more than myself, says I have
+  made his misfortune, and as he has drifen me away, and I have lost
+  all my hops of merrying him, I am going to droun myself. I shall
+  go abov Neuilly, so that they can't put me in the Morg. If Henry
+  does not hate me anny more after I am ded, ask him to berry a pore
+  girl whose hart beet for him only, and to forgif me, for I did
+  rong to meddle in what didn't consern me. Tak care of his wounds.
+  How much he sufered, pore fellow! I shall have as much corage to
+  kill myself as he had to burn his bak. Carry home the corsets I
+  have finished. And pray God for your daughter.
+
+Ida.
+
+
+"Take this letter to Monsieur de Funcal, who is upstairs," said Jules.
+"He alone can save your daughter, if there is still time."
+
+So saying he disappeared, running like a man who has committed a
+crime. His legs trembled. The hot blood poured into his swelling heart
+in torrents greater than at any other moment of his life, and left it
+again with untold violence. Conflicting thoughts struggled in his
+mind, and yet one thought predominated,--he had not been loyal to the
+being he loved most. It was impossible for him to argue with his
+conscience, whose voice, rising high with conviction, came like an
+echo of those inward cries of his love during the cruel hours of doubt
+he had lately lived through.
+
+He spent the greater part of the day wandering about Paris, for he
+dared not go home. This man of integrity and honor feared to meet the
+spotless brow of the woman he had misjudged. We estimate wrongdoing in
+proportion to the purity of our conscience; the deed which is scarcely
+a fault in some hearts, takes the proportions of a crime in certain
+unsullied souls. The slightest stain on the white garment of a virgin
+makes it a thing ignoble as the rags of a mendicant. Between the two
+the difference lies in the misfortune of the one, the wrong-doing of
+the other. God never measures repentance; he never apportions it. As
+much is needed to efface a spot as to obliterate the crimes of a
+lifetime. These reflections fell with all their weight on Jules;
+passions, like human laws, will not pardon, and their reasoning is
+more just; for are they not based upon a conscience of their own as
+infallible as an instinct?
+
+Jules finally came home pale, despondent, crushed beneath a sense of
+his wrong-doing, and yet expressing in spite of himself the joy his
+wife's innocence had given him. He entered her room all throbbing with
+emotion; she was in bed with a high fever. He took her hand, kissed
+it, and covered it with tears.
+
+"Dear angel," he said, when they were alone, "it is repentance."
+
+"And for what?" she answered.
+
+As she made that reply, she laid her head back upon the pillow, closed
+her eyes, and remained motionless, keeping the secret of her
+sufferings that she might not frighten her husband,--the tenderness of
+a mother, the delicacy of an angel! All the woman was in her answer.
+
+The silence lasted long. Jules, thinking her asleep, went to question
+Josephine as to her mistress's condition.
+
+"Madame came home half-dead, monsieur. We sent at once for Monsieur
+Haudry."
+
+"Did he come? What did he say?"
+
+"He said nothing, monsieur. He did not seem satisfied; gave orders
+that no one should go near madame except the nurse, and said he should
+come back this evening."
+
+Jules returned softly to his wife's room and sat down in a chair
+before the bed. There he remained, motionless, with his eyes fixed on
+those of Clemence. When she raised her eyelids she saw him, and
+through those lids passed a tender glance, full of passionate love,
+free from reproach and bitterness,--a look which fell like a flame of
+fire upon the heart of that husband, nobly absolved and forever loved
+by the being whom he had killed. The presentiment of death struck both
+their minds with equal force. Their looks were blended in one anguish,
+as their hearts had long been blended in one love, felt equally by
+both, and shared equally. No questions were uttered; a horrible
+certainty was there,--in the wife an absolute generosity; in the
+husband an awful remorse; then, in both souls the same vision of the
+end, the same conviction of fatality.
+
+There came a moment when, thinking his wife asleep, Jules kissed her
+softly on the forehead; then after long contemplation of that
+cherished face, he said:--
+
+"Oh God! leave me this angel still a little while that I may blot out
+my wrong by love and adoration. As a daughter, she is sublime; as a
+wife, what word can express her?"
+
+Clemence raised her eyes; they were full of tears.
+
+"You pain me," she said, in a feeble voice.
+
+It was getting late; Doctor Haudry came, and requested the husband to
+withdraw during his visit. When the doctor left the sick-room Jules
+asked him no question; one gesture was enough.
+
+"Call in consultation any physician in whom you place confidence; I
+may be wrong."
+
+"Doctor, tell me the truth. I am a man, and I can bear it. Besides, I
+have the deepest interest in knowing it; I have certain affairs to
+settle."
+
+"Madame Jules is dying," said the physician. "There is some moral
+malady which has made great progress, and it has complicated her
+physical condition, which was already dangerous, and made still more
+so by her great imprudence. To walk about barefooted at night! to go
+out when I forbade it! on foot yesterday in the rain, to-day in a
+carriage! She must have meant to kill herself. But still, my judgment
+is not final; she has youth, and a most amazing nervous strength. It
+may be best to risk all to win all by employing some violent reagent.
+But I will not take upon myself to order it; nor will I advise it; in
+consultation I shall oppose it."
+
+Jules returned to his wife. For eleven days and eleven nights he
+remained beside her bed, taking no sleep during the day when he laid
+his head upon the foot of the bed. No man ever pushed the jealousy of
+care and the craving for devotion to such an extreme as he. He could
+not endure that the slightest service should be done by others for his
+wife. There were days of uncertainty, false hopes, now a little
+better, then a crisis,--in short, all the horrible mutations of death
+as it wavers, hesitates, and finally strikes. Madame Jules always
+found strength to smile at her husband. She pitied him, knowing that
+soon he would be alone. It was a double death,--that of life, that of
+love; but life grew feebler, and love grew mightier. One frightful
+night there was, when Clemence passed through that delirium which
+precedes the death of youth. She talked of her happy love, she talked
+of her father; she related her mother's revelations on her death-bed,
+and the obligations that mother had laid upon her. She struggled, not
+for life, but for her love which she could not leave.
+
+"Grant, O God!" she said, "that he may not know I want him to die with
+me."
+
+Jules, unable to bear the scene, was at that moment in the adjoining
+room, and did not hear the prayer, which he would doubtless have
+fulfilled.
+
+When this crisis was over, Madame Jules recovered some strength. The
+next day she was beautiful and tranquil; hope seemed to come to her;
+she adorned herself, as the dying often do. Then she asked to be alone
+all day, and sent away her husband with one of those entreaties made
+so earnestly that they are granted as we grant the prayer of a little
+child.
+
+Jules, indeed, had need of this day. He went to Monsieur de Maulincour
+to demand the satisfaction agreed upon between them. It was not
+without great difficulty that he succeeded in reaching the presence of
+the author of these misfortunes; but the vidame, when he learned that
+the visit related to an affair of honor, obeyed the precepts of his
+whole life, and himself took Jules into the baron's chamber.
+
+Monsieur Desmarets looked about him in search of his antagonist.
+
+"Yes! that is really he," said the vidame, motioning to a man who was
+sitting in an arm-chair beside the fire.
+
+"Who is it? Jules?" said the dying man in a broken voice.
+
+Auguste had lost the only faculty that makes us live--memory. Jules
+Desmarets recoiled with horror at this sight. He could not even
+recognize the elegant young man in that thing without--as Bossuet
+said--a name in any language. It was, in truth, a corpse with whitened
+hair, its bones scarce covered with a wrinkled, blighted, withered
+skin,--a corpse with white eyes motionless, mouth hideously gaping,
+like those of idiots or vicious men killed by excesses. No trace of
+intelligence remained upon that brow, nor in any feature; nor was
+there in that flabby flesh either color or the faintest appearance of
+circulating blood. Here was a shrunken, withered creature brought to
+the state of those monsters we see preserved in museums, floating in
+alchohol. Jules fancied that he saw above that face the terrible head
+of Ferragus, and his own anger was silenced by such a vengeance. The
+husband found pity in his heart for the vacant wreck of what was once
+a man.
+
+"The duel has taken place," said the vidame.
+
+"But he has killed many," answered Jules, sorrowfully.
+
+"And many dear ones," added the old man. "His grandmother is dying;
+and I shall follow her soon into the grave."
+
+On the morrow of this day, Madame Jules grew worse from hour to hour.
+She used a moment's strength to take a letter from beneath her pillow,
+and gave it eagerly to her husband with a sign that was easy to
+understand,--she wished to give him, in a kiss, her last breath. He
+took it, and she died. Jules fell half-dead himself and was taken to
+his brother's house. There, as he deplored in tears his absence of the
+day before, his brother told him that this separation was eagerly
+desired by Clemence, who wished to spare him the sight of the
+religious paraphernalia, so terrible to tender imaginations, which the
+Church displays when conferring the last sacraments upon the dying.
+
+"You could not have borne it," said his brother. "I could hardly bear
+the sight myself, and all the servants wept. Clemence was like a
+saint. She gathered strength to bid us all good-bye, and that voice,
+heard for the last time, rent our hearts. When she asked pardon for
+the pain she might unwillingly have caused her servants, there were
+cries and sobs and--"
+
+"Enough! enough!" said Jules.
+
+He wanted to be alone, that he might read the last words of the woman
+whom all had loved, and who had passed away like a flower.
+
+  "My beloved, this is my last will. Why should we not make wills
+  for the treasures of our hearts, as for our worldly property? Was
+  not my love my property, my all? I mean here to dispose of my
+  love: it was the only fortune of your Clemence, and it is all that
+  she can leave you in dying. Jules, you love me still, and I die
+  happy. The doctors may explain my death as they think best; I
+  alone know the true cause. I shall tell it to you, whatever pain
+  it may cause you. I cannot carry with me, in a heart all yours, a
+  secret which you do not share, although I die the victim of an
+  enforced silence.
+
+  "Jules, I was nurtured and brought up in the deepest solitude, far
+  from the vices and the falsehoods of the world, by the loving
+  woman whom you knew. Society did justice to her conventional
+  charm, for that is what pleases society; but I knew secretly her
+  precious soul, I could cherish the mother who made my childhood a
+  joy without bitterness, and I knew why I cherished her. Was not
+  that to love doubly? Yes, I loved her, I feared her, I respected
+  her; yet nothing oppressed my heart, neither fear nor respect. I
+  was all in all to her; she was all in all to me. For nineteen
+  happy years, without a care, my soul, solitary amid the world
+  which muttered round me, reflected only her pure image; my heart
+  beat for her and through her. I was scrupulously pious; I found
+  pleasure in being innocent before God. My mother cultivated all
+  noble and self-respecting sentiments in me. Ah! it gives me
+  happiness to tell you, Jules, that I now know I was indeed a young
+  girl, and that I came to you virgin in heart.
+
+  "When I left that absolute solitude, when, for the first time, I
+  braided my hair and crowned it with almond blossoms, when I added,
+  with delight, a few satin knots to my white dress, thinking of the
+  world I was to see, and which I was curious to see--Jules, that
+  innocent and modest coquetry was done for you! Yes, as I entered
+  the world, I saw /you/ first of all. Your face, I remarked it; it
+  stood out from the rest; your person pleased me; your voice, your
+  manners all inspired me with pleasant presentiments. When you came
+  up, when you spoke to me, the color on your forehead, the tremble
+  in your voice,--that moment gave me memories with which I throb as
+  I now write to you, as I now, for the last time, think of them.
+  Our love was at first the keenest of sympathies, but it was soon
+  discovered by each of us and then, as speedily, shared; just as,
+  in after times, we have both equally felt and shared innumerable
+  happinesses. From that moment my mother was only second in my
+  heart. Next, I was yours, all yours. There is my life, and all my
+  life, dear husband.
+
+  "And here is what remains for me to tell you. One evening, a few
+  days before my mother's death, she revealed to me the secret of
+  her life,--not without burning tears. I have loved you better
+  since the day I learned from the priest as he absolved my mother
+  that there are passions condemned by the world and by the Church.
+  But surely God will not be severe when they are the sins of souls
+  as tender as that of my mother; only, that dear woman could never
+  bring herself to repent. She loved much, Jules; she was all love.
+  So I have prayed daily for her, but never judged her.
+
+  "That night I learned the cause of her deep maternal tenderness;
+  then I also learned that there was in Paris a man whose life and
+  whose love centred on me; that your fortune was his doing, and
+  that he loved you. I learned also that he was exiled from society
+  and bore a tarnished name; but that he was more unhappy for me,
+  for us, than for himself. My mother was all his comfort; she was
+  dying, and I promised to take her place. With all the ardor of a
+  soul whose feelings had never been perverted, I saw only the
+  happiness of softening the bitterness of my mother's last moments,
+  and I pledged myself to continue her work of secret charity,--the
+  charity of the heart. The first time that I saw my father was
+  beside the bed where my mother had just expired. When he raised
+  his tearful eyes, it was to see in me a revival of his dead hopes.
+  I had sworn, not to tell a lie, but to keep silence; and that
+  silence what woman could have broken it?
+
+  "There is my fault, Jules,--a fault which I expiate by death. I
+  doubted you. But fear is so natural to a woman; above all, a woman
+  who knows what it is that she may lose. I trembled for our love.
+  My father's secret seemed to me the death of my happiness; and the
+  more I loved, the more I feared. I dared not avow this feeling to
+  my father; it would have wounded him, and in his situation a wound
+  was agony. But, without a word from me, he shared my fears. That
+  fatherly heart trembled for my happiness as much as I trembled for
+  myself; but it dared not speak, obeying the same delicacy that
+  kept me mute. Yes, Jules, I believed that you could not love the
+  daughter of Gratien Bourignard as you loved your Clemence. Without
+  that terror could I have kept back anything from you,--you who
+  live in every fold of my heart?
+
+  "The day when that odious, unfortunate young officer spoke to you,
+  I was forced to lie. That day, for the second time in my life, I
+  knew what pain was; that pain has steadily increased until this
+  moment, when I speak with you for the last time. What matters now
+  my father's position? You know all. I could, by the help of my
+  love, have conquered my illness and borne its sufferings; but I
+  cannot stifle the voice of doubt. Is it not probable that my
+  origin would affect the purity of your love and weaken it,
+  diminish it? That fear nothing has been able to quench in me.
+  There, Jules, is the cause of my death. I cannot live fearing a
+  word, a look,--a word you may never say, a look you may never
+  give; but, I cannot help it, I fear them. I die beloved; there is
+  my consolation.
+
+  "I have known, for the last three years, that my father and his
+  friends have well-nigh moved the world to deceive the world. That
+  I might have a station in life, they have bought a dead man, a
+  reputation, a fortune, so that a living man might live again,
+  restored; and all this for you, for us. We were never to have
+  known of it. Well, my death will save my father from that
+  falsehood, for he will not survive me.
+
+  "Farewell, Jules, my heart is all here. To show you my love in its
+  agony of fear, is not that bequeathing my whole soul to you? I
+  could never have the strength to speak to you; I have only enough
+  to write. I have just confessed to God the sins of my life. I have
+  promised to fill my mind with the King of Heaven only; but I must
+  confess to him who is, for me, the whole of earth. Alas! shall I
+  not be pardoned for this last sigh between the life that was and
+  the life that shall be? Farewell, my Jules, my loved one! I go to
+  God, with whom is Love without a cloud, to whom you will follow
+  me. There, before his throne, united forever, we may love each
+  other throughout the ages. This hope alone can comfort me. If I am
+  worthy of being there at once, I will follow you through life. My
+  soul shall bear your company; it will wrap you about, for /you/
+  must stay here still,--ah! here below. Lead a holy life that you
+  may the more surely come to me. You can do such good upon this
+  earth! Is it not an angel's mission for the suffering soul to shed
+  happiness about him,--to give to others that which he has not? I
+  bequeath you to the Unhappy. Their smiles, their tears, are the
+  only ones of which I cannot be jealous. We shall find a charm in
+  sweet beneficence. Can we not live together still if you would
+  join my name--your Clemence--in these good works?
+
+  "After loving as we have loved, there is naught but God, Jules.
+  God does not lie; God never betrays. Adore him only, I charge you!
+  Lead those who suffer up to him; comfort the sorrowing members of
+  his Church. Farewell, dear soul that I have filled! I know you;
+  you will never love again. I may die happy in the thought that
+  makes all women happy. Yes, my grave will be your heart. After
+  this childhood I have just related, has not my life flowed on
+  within that heart? Dead, you will never drive me forth. I am proud
+  of that rare life! You will know me only in the flower of my
+  youth; I leave you regrets without disillusions. Jules, it is a
+  happy death.
+
+  "You, who have so fully understood me, may I ask one thing more of
+  you,--superfluous request, perhaps, the fulfilment of a woman's
+  fancy, the prayer of a jealousy we all must feel,--I pray you to
+  burn all that especially belonged to /us/, destroy our chamber,
+  annihilate all that is a memory of our happiness.
+
+  "Once more, farewell,--the last farewell! It is all love, and so
+  will be my parting thought, my parting breath."
+
+When Jules had read that letter there came into his heart one of those
+wild frenzies of which it is impossible to describe the awful anguish.
+All sorrows are individual; their effects are not subjected to any
+fixed rule. Certain men will stop their ears to hear nothing; some
+women close their eyes hoping never to see again; great and splendid
+souls are met with who fling themselves into sorrow as into an abyss.
+In the matter of despair, all is true.
+
+
+
+                              CHAPTER V
+
+                              CONCLUSION
+
+
+Jules escaped from his brother's house and returned home, wishing to
+pass the night beside his wife, and see till the last moment that
+celestial creature. As he walked along with an indifference to life
+known only to those who have reached the last degree of wretchedness,
+he thought of how, in India, the law ordained that widows should die;
+he longed to die. He was not yet crushed; the fever of his grief was
+still upon him. He reached his home and went up into the sacred
+chamber; he saw his Clemence on the bed of death, beautiful, like a
+saint, her hair smoothly laid upon her forehead, her hands joined, her
+body wrapped already in its shroud. Tapers were lighted, a priest was
+praying, Josephine kneeling in a corner, wept, and, near the bed, were
+two men. One was Ferragus. He stood erect, motionless, gazing at his
+daughter with dry eyes; his head you might have taken for bronze: he
+did not see Jules.
+
+The other man was Jacquet,--Jacquet, to whom Madame Jules had been
+ever kind. Jacquet felt for her one of those respectful friendships
+which rejoice the untroubled heart; a gentle passion; love without its
+desires and its storms. He had come to pay his debt of tears, to bid a
+long adieu to the wife of his friend, to kiss, for the first time, the
+icy brow of the woman he had tacitly made his sister.
+
+All was silence. Here death was neither terrible as in the churches,
+nor pompous as it makes its way along the streets; no, it was death in
+the home, a tender death; here were pomps of the heart, tears drawn
+from the eyes of all. Jules sat down beside Jacquet and pressed his
+hand; then, without uttering a word, all these persons remained as
+they were till morning.
+
+When daylight paled the tapers, Jacquet, foreseeing the painful scenes
+which would then take place, drew Jules away into another room. At
+this moment the husband looked at the father, and Ferragus looked at
+Jules. The two sorrows arraigned each other, measured each other, and
+comprehended each other in that look. A flash of fury shone for an
+instant in the eyes of Ferragus.
+
+"You killed her," thought he.
+
+"Why was I distrusted?" seemed the answer of the husband.
+
+The scene was one that might have passed between two tigers
+recognizing the futility of a struggle and, after a moment's
+hesitation, turning away, without even a roar.
+
+"Jacquet," said Jules, "have you attended to everything?"
+
+"Yes, to everything," replied his friend, "but a man had forestalled
+me who had ordered and paid for all."
+
+"He tears his daughter from me!" cried the husband, with the violence
+of despair.
+
+Jules rushed back to his wife's room; but the father was there no
+longer. Clemence had now been placed in a leaden coffin, and workmen
+were employed in soldering the cover. Jules returned, horrified by the
+sight; the sound of the hammers the men were using made him
+mechanically burst into tears.
+
+"Jacquet," he said, "out of this dreadful night one idea has come to
+me, only one, but one I must make a reality at any price. I cannot let
+Clemence stay in any cemetery in Paris. I wish to burn her,--to gather
+her ashes and keep her with me. Say nothing of this, but manage on my
+behalf to have it done. I am going to /her/ chamber, where I shall
+stay until the time has come to go. You alone may come in there to
+tell me what you have done. Go, and spare nothing."
+
+During the morning, Madame Jules, after lying in a mortuary chapel at
+the door of her house, was taken to Saint-Roch. The church was hung
+with black throughout. The sort of luxury thus displayed had drawn a
+crowd; for in Paris all things are sights, even true grief. There are
+people who stand at their windows to see how a son deplores a mother
+as he follows her body; there are others who hire commodious seats to
+see how a head is made to fall. No people in the world have such
+insatiate eyes as the Parisians. On this occasion, inquisitive minds
+were particularly surprised to see the six lateral chapels at Saint-
+Roch also hung in black. Two men in mourning were listening to a
+mortuary mass said in each chapel. In the chancel no other persons but
+Monsieur Desmarets, the notary, and Jacquet were present; the servants
+of the household were outside the screen. To church loungers there was
+something inexplicable in so much pomp and so few mourners. But Jules
+had been determined that no indifferent persons should be present at
+the ceremony.
+
+High mass was celebrated with the sombre magnificence of funeral
+services. Beside the ministers in ordinary of Saint-Roch, thirteen
+priests from other parishes were present. Perhaps never did the /Dies
+irae/ produce upon Christians, assembled by chance, by curiosity, and
+thirsting for emotions, an effect so profound, so nervously glacial as
+that now caused by this hymn when the eight voices of the precentors,
+accompanied by the voices of the priests and the choir-boys, intoned
+it alternately. From the six lateral chapels twelve other childish
+voices rose shrilly in grief, mingling with the choir voices
+lamentably. From all parts of the church this mourning issued; cries
+of anguish responded to the cries of fear. That terrible music was the
+voice of sorrows hidden from the world, of secret friendships weeping
+for the dead. Never, in any human religion, have the terrors of the
+soul, violently torn from the body and stormily shaken in presence of
+the fulminating majesty of God, been rendered with such force. Before
+that clamor of clamors all artists and their most passionate
+compositions must bow humiliated. No, nothing can stand beside that
+hymn, which sums all human passions, gives them a galvanic life beyond
+the coffin, and leaves them, palpitating still, before the living and
+avenging God. These cries of childhood, mingling with the tones of
+older voices, including thus in the Song of Death all human life and
+its developments, recalling the sufferings of the cradle, swelling to
+the griefs of other ages in the stronger male voices and the quavering
+of the priests,--all this strident harmony, big with lightning and
+thunderbolts, does it not speak with equal force to the daring
+imagination, the coldest heart, nay, to philosophers themselves? As we
+hear it, we think God speaks; the vaulted arches of no church are mere
+material; they have a voice, they tremble, they scatter fear by the
+might of their echoes. We think we see unnumbered dead arising and
+holding out their hands. It is no more a father, a wife, a child,--
+humanity itself is rising from its dust.
+
+It is impossible to judge of the catholic, apostolic, and Roman faith,
+unless the soul has known that deepest grief of mourning for a loved
+one lying beneath the pall; unless it has felt the emotions that fill
+the heart, uttered by that Hymn of Despair, by those cries that crush
+the mind, by that sacred fear augmenting strophe by strophe, ascending
+heavenward, which terrifies, belittles, and elevates the soul, and
+leaves within our minds, as the last sound ceases, a consciousness of
+immortality. We have met and struggled with the vast idea of the
+Infinite. After that, all is silent in the church. No word is said;
+sceptics themselves /know not what they are feeling/. Spanish genius
+alone was able to bring this untold majesty to untold griefs.
+
+When the solemn ceremony was over, twelve men came from the six
+chapels and stood around the coffin to hear the song of hope which the
+Church intones for the Christian soul before the human form is buried.
+Then, each man entered alone a mourning-coach; Jacquet and Monsieur
+Desmarets took the thirteenth; the servants followed on foot. An hour
+later, they were at the summit of that cemetery popularly called Pere-
+Lachaise. The unknown twelve men stood in a circle round the grave,
+where the coffin had been laid in presence of a crowd of loiterers
+gathered from all parts of this public garden. After a few short
+prayers the priest threw a handful of earth on the remains of this
+woman, and the grave-diggers, having asked for their fee, made haste
+to fill the grave in order to dig another.
+
+Here this history seems to end; but perhaps it would be incomplete if,
+after giving a rapid sketch of Parisian life, and following certain of
+its capricious undulations, the effects of death were omitted. Death
+in Paris is unlike death in any other capital; few persons know the
+trials of true grief in its struggle with civilization, and the
+government of Paris. Perhaps, also, Monsieur Jules and Ferragus XXIII.
+may have proved sufficiently interesting to make a few words on their
+after life not entirely out of place. Besides, some persons like to be
+told all, and wish, as one of our cleverest critics has remarked, to
+know by what chemical process oil was made to burn in Aladdin's lamp.
+
+Jacquet, being a government employee, naturally applied to the
+authorities for permission to exhume the body of Madame Jules and burn
+it. He went to see the prefect of police, under whose protection the
+dead sleep. That functionary demanded a petition. The blank was
+brought that gives to sorrow its proper administrative form; it was
+necessary to employ the bureaucratic jargon to express the wishes of a
+man so crushed that words, perhaps, were lacking to him, and it was
+also necessary to coldly and briefly repeat on the margin the nature
+of the request, which was done in these words: "The petitioner
+respectfully asks for the incineration of his wife."
+
+When the official charged with making the report to the Councillor of
+State and prefect of police read that marginal note, explaining the
+object of the petition, and couched, as requested, in the plainest
+terms, he said:--
+
+"This is a serious matter! my report cannot be ready under eight
+days."
+
+Jules, to whom Jacquet was obliged to speak of this delay,
+comprehended the words that Ferragus had said in his hearing, "I'll
+burn Paris!" Nothing seemed to him now more natural than to annihilate
+that receptacle of monstrous things.
+
+"But," he said to Jacquet, "you must go to the minister of the
+Interior, and get your minister to speak to him."
+
+Jacquet went to the minister of the Interior, and asked an audience;
+it was granted, but the time appointed was two weeks later. Jacquet
+was a persistent man. He travelled from bureau to bureau, and finally
+reached the private secretary of the minister of the Interior, to whom
+he had made the private secretary of his own minister say a word.
+These high protectors aiding, he obtained for the morrow a second
+interview, in which, being armed with a line from the autocrat of
+Foreign affairs to the pacha of the Interior, Jacquet hoped to carry
+the matter by assault. He was ready with reasons, and answers to
+peremptory questions,--in short, he was armed at all points; but he
+failed.
+
+"This matter does not concern me," said the minister; "it belongs to
+the prefect of police. Besides, there is no law giving a husband any
+legal right to the body of his wife, nor to fathers those of their
+children. The matter is serious. There are questions of public utility
+involved which will have to be examined. The interests of the city of
+Paris might suffer. Therefore if the matter depended on me, which it
+does not, I could not decide /hic et nunc/; I should require a
+report."
+
+A /report/ is to the present system of administration what limbo or
+hades is to Christianity. Jacquet knew very well the mania for
+"reports"; he had not waited until this occasion to groan at that
+bureaucratic absurdity. He knew that since the invasion into public
+business of the /Report/ (an administrative revolution consummated in
+1804) there was never known a single minister who would take upon
+himself to have an opinion or to decide the slightest matter, unless
+that opinion or matter had been winnowed, sifted, and plucked to bits
+by the paper-spoilers, quill-drivers, and splendid intellects of his
+particular bureau. Jacquet--he was one of those who are worthy of
+Plutarch as biographer--saw that he had made a mistake in his
+management of the affair, and had, in fact, rendered it impossible by
+trying to proceed legally. The thing he should have done was to have
+taken Madame Jules to one of Desmaret's estates in the country; and
+there, under the good-natured authority of some village mayor to have
+gratified the sorrowful longing of his friend. Law, constitutional and
+administrative, begets nothing; it is a barren monster for peoples,
+for kings, and for private interests. But the peoples decipher no
+principles but those that are writ in blood, and the evils of legality
+will always be pacific; it flattens a nation down, that is all.
+Jacquet, a man of modern liberty, returned home reflecting on the
+benefits of arbitrary power.
+
+When he went with his report to Jules, he found it necessary to
+deceive him, for the unhappy man was in a high fever, unable to leave
+his bed. The minister of the Interior mentioned, at a ministerial
+dinner that same evening, the singular fancy of a Parisian in wishing
+to burn his wife after the manner of the Romans. The clubs of Paris
+took up the subject, and talked for a while of the burials of
+antiquity. Ancient things were just then becoming a fashion, and some
+persons declared that it would be a fine thing to re-establish, for
+distinguished persons, the funeral pyre. This opinion had its
+defenders and its detractors. Some said that there were too many such
+personages, and the price of wood would be enormously increased by
+such a custom; moreover, it would be absurd to see our ancestors in
+their urns in the procession at Longchamps. And if the urns were
+valuable, they were likely some day to be sold at auction, full of
+respectable ashes, or seized by creditors,--a race of men who
+respected nothing. The other side made answer that our ancestors were
+much safer in urns than at Pere-Lachaise, for before very long the
+city of Paris would be compelled to order a Saint-Bartholomew against
+its dead, who were invading the neighboring country, and threatening
+to invade the territory of Brie. It was, in short, one of those futile
+but witty discussions which sometimes cause deep and painful wounds.
+Happily for Jules, he knew nothing of the conversations, the witty
+speeches, and arguments which his sorrow had furnished to the tongues
+of Paris.
+
+The prefect of police was indignant that Monsieur Jacquet had appealed
+to a minister to avoid the wise delays of the commissioners of the
+public highways; for the exhumation of Madame Jules was a question
+belonging to that department. The police bureau was doing its best to
+reply promptly to the petition; one appeal was quite sufficient to set
+the office in motion, and once in motion matters would go far. But as
+for the administration, that might take the case before the Council of
+state,--a machine very difficult indeed to move.
+
+After the second day Jacquet was obliged to tell his friend that he
+must renounce his desire, because, in a city where the number of tears
+shed on black draperies is tariffed, where the laws recognize seven
+classes of funerals, where the scrap of ground to hold the dead is
+sold at its weight in silver, where grief is worked for what it is
+worth, where the prayers of the Church are costly, and the vestry
+claim payment for extra voices in the /Dies irae/,--all attempt to get
+out of the rut prescribed by the authorities for sorrow is useless and
+impossible.
+
+"It would have been to me," said Jules, "a comfort in my misery. I
+meant to have died away from here, and I hoped to hold her in my arms
+in a distant grave. I did not know that bureaucracy could send its
+claws into our very coffins."
+
+He now wished to see if room had been left for him beside his wife.
+The two friends went to the cemetery. When they reached it they found
+(as at the doors of museums, galleries, and coach-offices) /ciceroni/,
+who proposed to guide them through the labyrinth of Pere-Lachaise.
+Neither Jules nor Jacquet could have found the spot where Clemence
+lay. Ah, frightful anguish! They went to the lodge to consult the
+porter of the cemetery. The dead have a porter, and there are hours
+when the dead are "not receiving." It is necessary to upset all the
+rules and regulations of the upper and lower police to obtain
+permission to weep at night, in silence and solitude, over the grave
+where a loved one lies. There's a rule for summer and a rule for
+winter about this.
+
+Certainly, of all the porters in Paris, the porter of Pere-Lachaise is
+the luckiest. In the first place, he has no gate-cord to pull; then,
+instead of a lodge, he has a house,--an establishment which is not
+quite ministerial, although a vast number of persons come under his
+administration, and a good many employees. And this governor of the
+dead has a salary, with emoluments, and acts under powers of which
+none complain; he plays despot at his ease. His lodge is not a place
+of business, though it has departments where the book-keeping of
+receipts, expenses, and profits, is carried on. The man is not a
+/suisse/, nor a concierge, nor actually a porter. The gate which
+admits the dead stands wide open; and though there are monuments and
+buildings to be cared for, he is not a care-taker. In short, he is an
+indefinable anomaly, an authority which participates in all, and yet
+is nothing,--an authority placed, like the dead on whom it is based,
+outside of all. Nevertheless, this exceptional man grows out of the
+city of Paris,--that chimerical creation like the ship which is its
+emblem, that creature of reason moving on a thousand paws which are
+seldom unanimous in motion.
+
+This guardian of the cemetery may be called a concierge who has
+reached the condition of a functionary, not soluble by dissolution!
+His place is far from being a sinecure. He does not allow any one to
+be buried without a permit; he must count his dead. He points out to
+you in this vast field the six feet square of earth where you will one
+day put all you love, or all you hate, a mistress, or a cousin. Yes,
+remember this: all the feelings and emotions of Paris come to end
+here, at this porter's lodge, where they are administrationized. This
+man has registers in which his dead are booked; they are in their
+graves, and also on his records. He has under him keepers, gardeners,
+grave-diggers, and their assistants. He is a personage. Mourning
+hearts do not speak to him at first. He does not appear at all except
+in serious cases, such as one corpse mistaken for another, a murdered
+body, an exhumation, a dead man coming to life. The bust of the
+reigning king is in his hall; possibly he keeps the late royal,
+imperial, and quasi-royal busts in some cupboard,--a sort of little
+Pere-Lachaise all ready for revolutions. In short, he is a public man,
+an excellent man, good husband and good father,--epitaph apart. But so
+many diverse sentiments have passed before him on biers; he has seen
+so many tears, true and false; he has beheld sorrow under so many
+aspects and on so many faces; he has heard such endless thousands of
+eternal woes,--that to him sorrow has come to be nothing more than a
+stone an inch thick, four feet long, and twenty-four inches wide. As
+for regrets, they are the annoyances of his office; he neither
+breakfasts nor dines without first wiping off the rain of an
+inconsolable affliction. He is kind and tender to other feelings; he
+will weep over a stage-hero, over Monsieur Germeuil in the "Auberge
+des Adrets," the man with the butter-colored breeches, murdered by
+Macaire; but his heart is ossified in the matter of real dead men.
+Dead men are ciphers, numbers, to him; it is his business to organize
+death. Yet he does meet, three times in a century, perhaps, with an
+occasion when his part becomes sublime, and then he /is/ sublime
+through every hour of his day,--in times of pestilence.
+
+When Jacquet approached him this absolute monarch was evidently out of
+temper.
+
+"I told you," he was saying, "to water the flowers from the rue
+Massena to the place Regnault de Saint-Jean-d'Angely. You paid no
+attention to me! /Sac-a-papier/! suppose the relations should take it
+into their heads to come here to-day because the weather is fine, what
+would they say to me? They'd shriek as if they were burned; they'd say
+horrid things of us, and calumniate us--"
+
+"Monsieur," said Jacquet, "we want to know where Madame Jules is
+buried."
+
+"Madame Jules /who/?" he asked. "We've had three Madame Jules within
+the last week. Ah," he said, interrupting himself, "here comes the
+funeral of Monsieur le Baron de Maulincour! A fine procession, that!
+He has soon followed his grandmother. Some families, when they begin
+to go, rattle down like a wager. Lots of bad blood in Parisians."
+
+"Monsieur," said Jacquet, touching him on the arm, "the person I spoke
+of is Madame Jules Desmarets, the wife of the broker of that name."
+
+"Ah, I know!" he replied, looking at Jacquet. "Wasn't it a funeral
+with thirteen mourning coaches, and only one mourner in the twelve
+first? It was so droll we all noticed it--"
+
+"Monsieur, take care, Monsieur Desmarets is with me; he might hear
+you, and what you say is not seemly."
+
+"I beg pardon, monsieur! you are quite right. Excuse me, I took you
+for heirs. Monsieur," he continued, after consulting a plan of the
+cemetery, "Madame Jules is in the rue Marechal Lefebre, alley No. 4,
+between Mademoiselle Raucourt, of the Comedie-Francaise, and Monsieur
+Moreau-Malvin, a butcher, for whom a handsome tomb in white marble has
+been ordered, which will be one of the finest in the cemetery--"
+
+"Monsieur," said Jacquet, interrupting him, "that does not help us."
+
+"True," said the official, looking round him. "Jean," he cried, to a
+man whom he saw at a little distance, "conduct these gentlemen to the
+grave of Madame Jules Desmarets, the broker's wife. You know where it
+is,--near to Mademoiselle Raucourt, the tomb where there's a bust."
+
+The two friends followed the guide; but they did not reach the steep
+path which leads to the upper part of the cemetery without having to
+pass through a score of proposals and requests, made, with honied
+softness, by the touts of marble-workers, iron-founders, and
+monumental sculptors.
+
+"If monsieur would like to order /something/, we would do it on the
+most reasonable terms."
+
+Jacquet was fortunate enough to be able to spare his friend the
+hearing of these proposals so agonizing to bleeding hearts; and
+presently they reached the resting-place. When Jules beheld the earth
+so recently dug, into which the masons had stuck stakes to mark the
+place for the stone posts required to support the iron railing, he
+turned, and leaned upon Jacquet's shoulder, raising himself now and
+again to cast long glances at the clay mound where he was forced to
+leave the remains of the being in and by whom he still lived.
+
+"How miserably she lies there!" he said.
+
+"But she is not there," said Jacquet, "she is in your memory. Come,
+let us go; let us leave this odious cemetery, where the dead are
+adorned like women for a ball."
+
+"Suppose we take her away?"
+
+"Can it be done?"
+
+"All things can be done!" cried Jules. "So, I shall lie there," he
+added, after a pause. "There is room enough."
+
+Jacquet finally succeeded in getting him to leave the great enclosure,
+divided like a chessboard by iron railings and elegant compartments,
+in which were tombs decorated with palms, inscriptions, and tears as
+cold as the stones on which sorrowing hearts had caused to be carved
+their regrets and coats of arms. Many good words are there engraved in
+black letters, epigrams reproving the curious, /concetti/, wittily
+turned farewells, rendezvous given at which only one side appears,
+pretentious biographies, glitter, rubbish and tinsel. Here the
+floriated thyrsus, there a lance-head, farther on Egyptian urns, now
+and then a few cannon; on all sides the emblems of professions, and
+every style of art,--Moorish, Greek, Gothic,--friezes, ovules,
+paintings, vases, guardian-angels, temples, together with innumerable
+/immortelles/, and dead rose-bushes. It is a forlorn comedy! It is
+another Paris, with its streets, its signs, its industries, and its
+lodgings; but a Paris seen through the diminishing end of an opera-
+glass, a microscopic Paris reduced to the littleness of shadows,
+spectres, dead men, a human race which no longer has anything great
+about it, except its vanity. There Jules saw at his feet, in the long
+valley of the Seine, between the slopes of Vaugirard and Meudon and
+those of Belleville and Montmartre, the real Paris, wrapped in a misty
+blue veil produced by smoke, which the sunlight tendered at that
+moment diaphanous. He glanced with a constrained eye at those forty
+thousand houses, and said, pointing to the space comprised between the
+column of the Place Vendome and the gilded cupola of the Invalides:--
+
+"She was wrenched from me there by the fatal curiosity of that world
+which excites itself and meddles solely for excitement and
+occupation."
+
+Twelve miles from where they were, on the banks of the Seine, in a
+modest village lying on the slope of a hill of that long hilly basin
+the middle of which great Paris stirs like a child in its cradle, a
+death scene was taking place, far indeed removed from Parisian pomps,
+with no accompaniment of torches or tapers or mourning-coaches,
+without prayers of the Church, in short, a death in all simplicity.
+Here are the facts: The body of a young girl was found early in the
+morning, stranded on the river-bank in the slime and reeds of the
+Seine. Men employed in dredging sand saw it as they were getting into
+their frail boat on their way to their work.
+
+"/Tiens/! fifty francs earned!" said one of them.
+
+"True," said the other.
+
+They approached the body.
+
+"A handsome girl! We had better go and make our statement."
+
+And the two dredgers, after covering the body with their jackets, went
+to the house of the village mayor, who was much embarrassed at having
+to make out the legal papers necessitated by this discovery.
+
+The news of this event spread with the telegraphic rapidity peculiar
+to regions where social communications have no distractions, where
+gossip, scandal, calumny, in short, the social tale which feasts the
+world has no break of continuity from one boundary to another. Before
+long, persons arriving at the mayor's office released him from all
+embarrassment. They were able to convert the /proces-verbal/ into a
+mere certificate of death, by recognizing the body as that of the
+Demoiselle Ida Gruget, corset-maker, living rue de la Corderie-du-
+Temple, number 14. The judiciary police of Paris arrived, and the
+mother, bearing her daughter's last letter. Amid the mother's moans, a
+doctor certified to death by asphyxia, through the injection of black
+blood into the pulmonary system,--which settled the matter. The
+inquest over, and the certificates signed, by six o'clock the same
+evening authority was given to bury the grisette. The rector of the
+parish, however, refused to receive her into the church or to pray for
+her. Ida Gruget was therefore wrapped in a shroud by an old peasant-
+woman, put into a common pine-coffin, and carried to the village
+cemetery by four men, followed by a few inquisitive peasant-women, who
+talked about the death with wonder mingled with some pity.
+
+The widow Gruget was charitably taken in by an old lady who prevented
+her from following the sad procession of her daughter's funeral. A man
+of triple functions, the bell-ringer, beadle, and grave-digger of the
+parish, had dug a grave in the half-acre cemetery behind the church,--
+a church well known, a classic church, with a square tower and pointed
+roof covered with slate, supported on the outside by strong corner
+buttresses. Behind the apse of the chancel, lay the cemetery, enclosed
+with a dilapidated wall,--a little field full of hillocks; no marble
+monuments, no visitors, but surely in every furrow, tears and true
+regrets, which were lacking to Ida Gruget. She was cast into a corner
+full of tall grass and brambles. After the coffin had been laid in
+this field, so poetic in its simplicity, the grave-digger found
+himself alone, for night was coming on. While filling the grave, he
+stopped now and then to gaze over the wall along the road. He was
+standing thus, resting on his spade, and looking at the Seine, which
+had brought him the body.
+
+"Poor girl!" cried the voice of a man who suddenly appeared.
+
+"How you made me jump, monsieur," said the grave-digger.
+
+"Was any service held over the body you are burying?"
+
+"No, monsieur. Monsieur le cure wasn't willing. This is the first
+person buried here who didn't belong to the parish. Everybody knows
+everybody else in this place. Does monsieur--Why, he's gone!"
+
+Some days had elapsed when a man dressed in black called at the house
+of Monsieur Jules Desmarets, and without asking to see him carried up
+to the chamber of his wife a large porphyry vase, on which were
+inscribed the words:--
+
+
+                             INVITA LEGE
+                           CONJUGI MOERENTI
+                           FILIOLAE CINERES
+                              RESTITUIT
+                        AMICIS XII. JUVANTIBUS
+                          MORIBUNDUS PATER.
+
+
+"What a man!" cried Jules, bursting into tears.
+
+Eight days sufficed the husband to obey all the wishes of his wife,
+and to arrange his own affairs. He sold his practice to a brother of
+Martin Falleix, and left Paris while the authorities were still
+discussing whether it was lawful for a citizen to dispose of the body
+of his wife.
+
+*****
+
+Who has not encountered on the boulevards of Paris, at the turn of a
+street, or beneath the arcades of the Palais-Royal, or in any part of
+the world where chance may offer him the sight, a being, man or woman,
+at whose aspect a thousand confused thoughts spring into his mind? At
+that sight we are suddenly interested, either by features of some
+fantastic conformation which reveal an agitated life, or by a singular
+effect of the whole person, produced by gestures, air, gait, clothes;
+or by some deep, intense look; or by other inexpressible signs which
+seize our minds suddenly and forcibly without our being able to
+explain even to ourselves the cause of our emotion. The next day other
+thoughts and other images have carried out of sight that passing
+dream. But if we meet the same personage again, either passing at some
+fixed hour, like the clerk of a mayor's office, or wandering about the
+public promenades, like those individuals who seem to be a sort of
+furniture of the streets of Paris, and who are always to be found in
+public places, at first representations or noted restaurants,--then
+this being fastens himself or herself on our memory, and remains there
+like the first volume of a novel the end of which is lost. We are
+tempted to question this unknown person, and say, "Who are you?" "Why
+are you lounging here?" "By what right do you wear that pleated
+ruffle, that faded waistcoat, and carry that cane with an ivory top;
+why those blue spectacles; for what reason do you cling to that cravat
+of a dead and gone fashion?" Among these wandering creations some
+belong to the species of the Greek Hermae; they say nothing to the
+soul; /they are there/, and that is all. Why? is known to none. Such
+figure are a type of those used by sculptors for the four Seasons, for
+Commerce, for Plenty, etc. Some others--former lawyers, old merchants,
+elderly generals--move and walk, and yet seem stationary. Like old
+trees that are half uprooted by the current of a river, they seem
+never to take part in the torrent of Paris, with its youthful, active
+crowd. It is impossible to know if their friends have forgotten to
+bury them, or whether they have escaped out of their coffins. At any
+rate, they have reached the condition of semi-fossils.
+
+One of these Parisian Melmoths had come within a few days into a
+neighborhood of sober, quiet people, who, when the weather is fine,
+are invariably to be found in the space which lies between the south
+entrance of the Luxembourg and the north entrance of the Observatoire,
+--a space without a name, the neutral space of Paris. There, Paris is
+no longer; and there, Paris still lingers. The spot is a mingling of
+street, square, boulevard, fortification, garden, avenue, high-road,
+province, and metropolis; certainly, all of that is to be found there,
+and yet the place is nothing of all that,--it is a desert. Around this
+spot without a name stand the Foundling hospital, the Bourbe, the
+Cochin hospital, the Capucines, the hospital La Rochefoucauld, the
+Deaf and Dumb Asylum, the hospital of the Val-de-Grace; in short, all
+the vices and all the misfortunes of Paris find their asylum there.
+And (that nothing may lack in this philanthropic centre) Science there
+studies the tides and longitudes, Monsieur de Chateaubriand has
+erected the Marie-Therese Infirmary, and the Carmelites have founded a
+convent. The great events of life are represented by bells which ring
+incessantly through this desert,--for the mother giving birth, for the
+babe that is born, for the vice that succumbs, for the toiler who
+dies, for the virgin who prays, for the old man shaking with cold, for
+genius self-deluded. And a few steps off is the cemetery of Mont-
+Parnasse, where, hour after hour, the sorry funerals of the faubourg
+Saint-Marceau wend their way. This esplanade, which commands a view of
+Paris, has been taken possession of by bowl-players; it is, in fact, a
+sort of bowling green frequented by old gray faces, belonging to
+kindly, worthy men, who seem to continue the race of our ancestors,
+whose countenances must only be compared with those of their
+surroundings.
+
+The man who had become, during the last few days, an inhabitant of
+this desert region, proved an assiduous attendant at these games of
+bowls; and must, undoubtedly, be considered the most striking creature
+of these various groups, who (if it is permissible to liken Parisians
+to the different orders of zoology) belonged to the genus mollusk. The
+new-comer kept sympathetic step with the /cochonnet/,--the little bowl
+which serves as a goal and on which the interest of the game must
+centre. He leaned against a tree when the /cochonnet/ stopped; then,
+with the same attention that a dog gives to his master's gestures, he
+looked at the other bowls flying through the air, or rolling along the
+ground. You might have taken him for the weird and watchful genii of
+the /cochonnet/. He said nothing; and the bowl-players--the most
+fanatic men that can be encountered among the sectarians of any faith
+--had never asked the reason of his dogged silence; in fact, the most
+observing of them thought him deaf and dumb.
+
+When it happened that the distances between the bowls and the
+/cochonnet/ had to be measured, the cane of this silent being was used
+as a measure, the players coming up and taking it from the icy hands
+of the old man and returning it without a word or even a sign of
+friendliness. The loan of his cane seemed a servitude to which he had
+negatively consented. When a shower fell, he stayed near the
+/cochonnet/, the slave of the bowls, and the guardian of the
+unfinished game. Rain affected him no more than the fine weather did;
+he was, like the players themselves, an intermediary species between a
+Parisian who has the lowest intellect of his kind and an animal which
+has the highest.
+
+In other respects, pallid and shrunken, indifferent to his own person,
+vacant in mind, he often came bareheaded, showing his sparse white
+hair, and his square, yellow, bald skull, like the knee of a beggar
+seen through his tattered trousers. His mouth was half-open, no ideas
+were in his glance, no precise object appeared in his movements; he
+never smiled; he never raised his eyes to heaven, but kept them
+habitually on the ground, where he seemed to be looking for something.
+At four o'clock an old woman arrived, to take him Heaven knows where;
+which she did by towing him along by the arm, as a young girl drags a
+wilful goat which still wants to browse by the wayside. This old man
+was a horrible thing to see.
+
+In the afternoon of the day when Jules Desmarets left Paris, his
+travelling-carriage, in which he was alone, passed rapidly through the
+rue de l'Est, and came out upon the esplanade of the Observatoire at
+the moment when the old man, leaning against a tree, had allowed his
+cane to be taken from his hand amid the noisy vociferations of the
+players, pacifically irritated. Jules, thinking that he recognized
+that face, felt an impulse to stop, and at the same instant the
+carriage came to a standstill; for the postilion, hemmed in by some
+handcarts, had too much respect for the game to call upon the players
+to make way for him.
+
+"It is he!" said Jules, beholding in that human wreck, Ferragus
+XXIII., chief of the Devorants. Then, after a pause, he added, "How he
+loved her!--Go on, postilion."
+
+
+
+PARIS, February, 1833.
+
+
+
+ADDENDUM
+
+  Note: Ferragus is the first part of a trilogy. Part two is
+  entitled The Duchesse de Langeais and part three is The Girl with
+  the Golden Eyes. In other addendum references all three stories
+  are usually combined under the title The Thirteen.
+
+The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy.
+
+Bourignard, Gratien-Henri-Victor-Jean-Joseph
+  The Girl with the Golden Eyes
+
+Desmartes, Jules
+  Cesar Birotteau
+
+Desmartes, Madame Jules
+  Cesar Birotteau
+
+Desplein
+  The Atheist's Mass
+  Cousin Pons
+  Lost Illusions
+  The Government Clerks
+  Pierrette
+  A Bachelor's Establishment
+  The Seamy Side of History
+  Modeste Mignon
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  Honorine
+
+Gruget, Madame Etienne
+  The Government Clerks
+  A Bachelor's Establishment
+
+Haudry (doctor)
+  Cesar Birotteau
+  A Bachelor's Establishment
+  The Seamy Side of History
+  Cousin Pons
+
+Langeais, Duchesse Antoinette de
+  Father Goriot
+  The Duchesse of Langeais
+
+Marsay, Henri de
+  The Duchesse of Langeais
+  The Girl with the Golden Eyes
+  The Unconscious Humorists
+  Another Study of Woman
+  The Lily of the Valley
+  Father Goriot
+  Jealousies of a Country Town
+  Ursule Mirouet
+  A Marriage Settlement
+  Lost Illusions
+  A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
+  Letters of Two Brides
+  The Ball at Sceaux
+  Modeste Mignon
+  The Secrets of a Princess
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  A Daughter of Eve
+
+Maulincour, Baronne de
+  A Marriage Settlement
+
+Meynardie, Madame
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+
+Nucingen, Baronne Delphine de
+  Father Goriot
+  Eugenie Grandet
+  Cesar Birotteau
+  Melmoth Reconciled
+  Lost Illusions
+  A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
+  The Commission in Lunacy
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  Modeste Mignon
+  The Firm of Nucingen
+  Another Study of Woman
+  A Daughter of Eve
+  The Member for Arcis
+
+Pamiers, Vidame de
+  The Duchesse of Langeais
+  Jealousies of a Country Town
+
+Ronquerolles, Marquis de
+  The Imaginary Mistress
+  The Duchess of Langeais
+  The Girl with the Golden Eyes
+  The Peasantry
+  Ursule Mirouet
+  A Woman of Thirty
+  Another Study of Woman
+  The Member for Arcis
+
+Serizy, Comtesse de
+  A Start in Life
+  The Duchesse of Langeais
+  Ursule Mirouet
+  A Woman of Thirty
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  Another Study of Woman
+  The Imaginary Mistress
+
+
+
+                                 II.
+
+
+
+                       THE DUCHESSE DE LANGEAIS
+
+                         By HONORE DE BALZAC
+
+
+                     Translated by Ellen Marriage
+
+
+
+                              DEDICATION
+
+                           To Franz Liszt.
+
+
+
+In a Spanish city on an island in the Mediterranean, there stands
+a convent of the Order of Barefoot Carmelites, where the rule
+instituted by St. Theresa is still preserved with all the first
+rigour of the reformation brought about by that illustrious
+woman.  Extraordinary as this may seem, it is none the less true.
+
+Almost every religious house in the Peninsula, or in Europe for
+that matter, was either destroyed or disorganised by the outbreak
+of the French Revolution and the Napoleonic wars; but as this
+island was protected through those times by the English fleet,
+its wealthy convent and peaceable inhabitants were secure from
+the general trouble and spoliation.  The storms of many kinds
+which shook the first fifteen years of the nineteenth century
+spent their force before they reached those cliffs at so short a
+distance from the coast of Andalusia.
+
+If the rumour of the Emperor's name so much as reached the shore
+of the island, it is doubtful whether the holy women kneeling in
+the cloisters grasped the reality of his dream-like progress of
+glory, or the majesty that blazed in flame across kingdom after
+kingdom during his meteor life.
+
+In the minds of the Roman Catholic world, the convent stood out
+pre-eminent for a stern discipline which nothing had changed; the
+purity of its rule had attracted unhappy women from the furthest
+parts of Europe, women deprived of all human ties, sighing after
+the long suicide accomplished in the breast of God.  No convent,
+indeed, was so well fitted for that complete detachment of the
+soul from all earthly things, which is demanded by the religious
+life, albeit on the continent of Europe there are many convents
+magnificently adapted to the purpose of their existence.  Buried
+away in the loneliest valleys, hanging in mid-air on the steepest
+mountainsides, set down on the brink of precipices, in every
+place man has sought for the poetry of the Infinite, the solemn
+awe of Silence; in every place man has striven to draw closer to
+God, seeking Him on mountain peaks, in the depths below the
+crags, at the cliff's edge; and everywhere man has found God.
+But nowhere, save on this half-European, half-African ledge of
+rock could you find so many different harmonies, combining so to
+raise the soul, that the sharpest pain comes to be like other
+memories; the strongest impressions are dulled, till the sorrows
+of life are laid to rest in the depths.
+
+The convent stands on the highest point of the crags at the
+uttermost end of the island.  On the side towards the sea the
+rock was once rent sheer away in some globe-cataclysm; it rises
+up a straight wall from the base where the waves gnaw at the
+stone below high-water mark.  Any assault is made impossible by
+the dangerous reefs that stretch far out to sea, with the
+sparkling waves of the Mediterranean playing over them.  So, only
+from the sea can you discern the square mass of the convent built
+conformably to the minute rules laid down as to the shape,
+height, doors, and windows of monastic buildings.  From the side
+of the town, the church completely hides the solid structure of
+the cloisters and their roofs, covered with broad slabs of stone
+impervious to sun or storm or gales of wind.
+
+The church itself, built by the munificence of a Spanish family,
+is the crowning edifice of the town.  Its fine, bold front gives
+an imposing and picturesque look to the little city in the sea.
+The sight of such a city, with its close-huddled roofs, arranged
+for the most part amphitheatre-wise above a picturesque harbour,
+and crowned by a glorious cathedral front with triple-arched
+Gothic doorways, belfry towers, and filigree spires, is a
+spectacle surely in every way the sublimest on earth.  Religion
+towering above daily life, to put men continually in mind of the
+End and the way, is in truth a thoroughly Spanish conception.
+But now surround this picture by the Mediterranean, and a burning
+sky, imagine a few palms here and there, a few stunted evergreen
+trees mingling their waving leaves with the motionless flowers
+and foliage of carved stone; look out over the reef with its
+white fringes of foam in contrast to the sapphire sea; and then
+turn to the city, with its galleries and terraces whither the
+townsfolk come to take the air among their flowers of an evening,
+above the houses and the tops of the trees in their little
+gardens; add a few sails down in the harbour; and lastly, in the
+stillness of falling night, listen to the organ music, the
+chanting of the services, the wonderful sound of bells pealing
+out over the open sea.  There is sound and silence everywhere;
+oftener still there is silence over all.
+
+The church is divided within into a sombre mysterious nave and
+narrow aisles.  For some reason, probably because the winds are
+so high, the architect was unable to build the flying buttresses
+and intervening chapels which adorn almost all cathedrals, nor
+are there openings of any kind in the walls which support the
+weight of the roof.  Outside there is simply the heavy wall
+structure, a solid mass of grey stone further strengthened by
+huge piers placed at intervals.  Inside, the nave and its little
+side galleries are lighted entirely by the great stained-glass
+rose-window suspended by a miracle of art above the centre
+doorway; for upon that side the exposure permits of the display
+of lacework in stone and of other beauties peculiar to the style
+improperly called Gothic.
+
+The larger part of the nave and aisles was left for the
+townsfolk, who came and went and heard mass there.  The choir was
+shut off from the rest of the church by a grating and thick folds
+of brown curtain, left slightly apart in the middle in such a way
+that nothing of the choir could be seen from the church except
+the high altar and the officiating priest.  The grating itself
+was divided up by the pillars which supported the organ loft; and
+this part of the structure, with its carved wooden columns,
+completed the line of the arcading in the gallery carried by the
+shafts in the nave.  If any inquisitive person, therefore, had
+been bold enough to climb upon the narrow balustrade in the
+gallery to look down into the choir, he could have seen nothing
+but the tall eight-sided windows of stained glass beyond the high
+altar.
+
+At the time of the French expedition into Spain to establish
+Ferdinand VII once more on the throne, a French general came to
+the island after the taking of Cadiz, ostensibly to require the
+recognition of the King's Government, really to see the convent
+and to find some means of entering it.  The undertaking was
+certainly a delicate one; but a man of passionate temper, whose
+life had been, as it were, but one series of poems in action, a
+man who all his life long had lived romances instead of writing
+them, a man pre-eminently a Doer, was sure to be tempted by a
+deed which seemed to be impossible.
+
+To open the doors of a convent of nuns by lawful means!  The
+metropolitan or the Pope would scarcely have permitted it!  And
+as for force or strategem--might not any indiscretion cost him
+his position, his whole career as a soldier, and the end in view
+to boot?  The Duc d'Angouleme was still in Spain; and of all the
+crimes which a man in favour with the Commander-in-Chief might
+commit, this one alone was certain to find him inexorable.  The
+General had asked for the mission to gratify private motives of
+curiosity, though never was curiosity more hopeless.  This final
+attempt was a matter of conscience.  The Carmelite convent on the
+island was the only nunnery in Spain which had baffled his
+search.
+
+As he crossed from the mainland, scarcely an hour's distance, he
+felt a presentiment that his hopes were to be fulfilled; and
+afterwards, when as yet he had seen nothing of the convent but
+its walls, and of the nuns not so much as their robes; while he
+had merely heard the chanting of the service, there were dim
+auguries under the walls and in the sound of the voices to
+justify his frail hope.  And, indeed, however faint those so
+unaccountable presentiments might be, never was human passion
+more vehemently excited than the General's curiosity at that
+moment.  There are no small events for the heart; the heart
+exaggerates everything; the heart weighs the fall of a
+fourteen-year-old Empire and the dropping of a woman's glove in
+the same scales, and the glove is nearly always the heavier of
+the two.  So here are the facts in all their prosaic simplicity.
+The facts first, the emotions will follow.
+
+An hour after the General landed on the island, the royal
+authority was re-established there.  Some few Constitutional
+Spaniards who had found their way thither after the fall of Cadiz
+were allowed to charter a vessel and sail for London.  So there
+was neither resistance nor reaction.  But the change of
+government could not be effected in the little town without a
+mass, at which the two divisions under the General's command were
+obliged to be present.  Now, it was upon this mass that the
+General had built his hopes of gaining some information as to the
+sisters in the convent; he was quite unaware how absolutely the
+Carmelites were cut off from the world; but he knew that there
+might be among them one whom he held dearer than life, dearer
+than honour.
+
+His hopes were cruelly dashed at once.  Mass, it is true, was
+celebrated in state.  In honour of such a solemnity, the curtains
+which always hid the choir were drawn back to display its riches,
+its valuable paintings and shrines so bright with gems that they
+eclipsed the glories of the ex-votos of gold and silver hung up
+by sailors of the port on the columns in the nave.  But all the
+nuns had taken refuge in the organ-loft.  And yet, in spite of
+this first check, during this very mass of thanksgiving, the most
+intimately thrilling drama that ever set a man's heart beating
+opened out widely before him.
+
+The sister who played the organ aroused such intense enthusiasm,
+that not a single man regretted that he had come to the service.
+Even the men in the ranks were delighted, and the officers were
+in ecstasy.  As for the General, he was seemingly calm and
+indifferent.  The sensations stirred in him as the sister played
+one piece after another belong to the small number of things
+which it is not lawful to utter; words are powerless to express
+them; like death, God, eternity, they can only be realised
+through their one point of contact with humanity.  Strangely
+enough, the organ music seemed to belong to the school of
+Rossini, the musician who brings most human passion into his art.
+
+Some day his works, by their number and extent, will receive the
+reverence due to the Homer of music.  From among all the scores
+that we owe to his great genius, the nun seemed to have chosen
+Moses in Egypt for special study, doubtless because the spirit of
+sacred music finds therein its supreme expression.  Perhaps the
+soul of the great musician, so gloriously known to Europe, and
+the soul of this unknown executant had met in the intuitive
+apprehension of the same poetry. So at least thought two
+dilettanti officers who must have missed the Theatre Favart in
+Spain.
+
+At last in the Te Deum no one could fail to discern a French soul
+in the sudden change that came over the music.  Joy for the
+victory of the Most Christian King evidently stirred this nun's
+heart to the depths.  She was a Frenchwoman beyond mistake.  Soon
+the love of country shone out, breaking forth like shafts of
+light from the fugue, as the sister introduced variations with
+all a Parisienne's fastidious taste, and blended vague
+suggestions of our grandest national airs with her music.  A
+Spaniard's fingers would not have brought this warmth into a
+graceful tribute paid to the victorious arms of France.  The
+musician's nationality was revealed.
+
+"We find France everywhere, it seems," said one of the men.
+
+The General had left the church during the Te Deum; he could not
+listen any longer.  The nun's music had been a revelation of a
+woman loved to frenzy; a woman so carefully hidden from the
+world's eyes, so deeply buried in the bosom of the Church, that
+hitherto the most ingenious and persistent efforts made by men
+who brought great influence and unusual powers to bear upon the
+search had failed to find her.  The suspicion aroused in the
+General's heart became all but a certainty with the vague
+reminiscence of a sad, delicious melody, the air of Fleuve du
+Tage.  The woman he loved had played the prelude to the ballad in
+a boudoir in Paris, how often! and now this nun had chosen the
+song to express an exile's longing, amid the joy of those that
+triumphed.  Terrible sensation!  To hope for the resurrection of
+a lost love, to find her only to know that she was lost, to catch
+a mysterious glimpse of her after five years--five years, in
+which the pent-up passion, chafing in an empty life, had grown
+the mightier for every fruitless effort to satisfy it!
+
+Who has not known, at least once in his life, what it is to lose
+some precious thing; and after hunting through his papers,
+ransacking his memory, and turning his house upside down; after
+one or two days spent in vain search, and hope, and despair;
+after a prodigious expenditure of the liveliest irritation of
+soul, who has not known the ineffable pleasure of finding that
+all-important nothing which had come to be a king of monomania?
+Very good.  Now, spread that fury of search over five years; put
+a woman, put a heart, put love in the place of the trifle;
+transpose the monomania into the key of high passion; and,
+furthermore, let the seeker be a man of ardent temper, with a
+lion's heart and a leonine head and mane, a man to inspire awe
+and fear in those who come in contact with him--realise this, and
+you may, perhaps, understand why the General walked abruptly out
+of the church when the first notes of a ballad, which he used to
+hear with a rapture of delight in a gilt-panelled boudoir, began
+to vibrate along the aisles of the church in the sea.
+
+The General walked away down the steep street which led to the
+port, and only stopped when he could not hear the deep notes of
+the organ.  Unable to think of anything but the love which broke
+out in volcanic eruption, filling his heart with fire, he only
+knew that the Te Deum was over when the Spanish congregation came
+pouring out of the church.  Feeling that his behaviour and
+attitude might seem ridiculous, he went back to head the
+procession, telling the alcalde and the governor that, feeling
+suddenly faint, he had gone out into the air.  Casting about for
+a plea for prolonging his stay, it at once occurred to him to
+make the most of this excuse, framed on the spur of the moment.
+He declined, on a plea of increasing indisposition, to preside at
+the banquet given by the town to the French officers, betook
+himself to his bed, and sent a message to the Major-General, to
+the effect that temporary illness obliged him to leave the
+Colonel in command of the troops for the time being.  This
+commonplace but very plausible stratagem relieved him of all
+responsibility for the time necessary to carry out his plans.
+The General, nothing if not "catholic and monarchical," took
+occasion to inform himself of the hours of the services, and
+manifested the greatest zeal for the performance of his religious
+duties, piety which caused no remark in Spain.
+
+The very next day, while the division was marching out of the
+town, the General went to the convent to be present at vespers.
+He found an empty church.  The townsfolk, devout though they
+were, had all gone down to the quay to watch the embarkation of
+the troops.  He felt glad to be the only man there.  He tramped
+noisily up the nave, clanking his spurs till the vaulted roof
+rang with the sound; he coughed, he talked aloud to himself to
+let the nuns know, and more particularly to let the organist know
+that if the troops were gone, one Frenchman was left behind.  Was
+this singular warning heard and understood?  He thought so.  It
+seemed to him that in the Magnificat the organ made response
+which was borne to him on the vibrating air.  The nun's spirit
+found wings in music and fled towards him, throbbing with the
+rhythmical pulse of the sounds.  Then, in all its might, the
+music burst forth and filled the church with warmth.  The Song of
+Joy set apart in the sublime liturgy of Latin Christianity to
+express the exaltation of the soul in the presence of the glory
+of the ever-living God, became the utterance of a heart almost
+terrified by its gladness in the presence of the glory of a
+mortal love; a love that yet lived, a love that had risen to
+trouble her even beyond the grave in which the nun is laid, that
+she may rise again as the bride of Christ.
+
+The organ is in truth the grandest, the most daring, the most
+magnificent of all instruments invented by human genius.  It is a
+whole orchestra in itself.  It can express anything in response
+to a skilled touch.  Surely it is in some sort a pedestal on
+which the soul poises for a flight forth into space, essaying on
+her course to draw picture after picture in an endless series, to
+paint human life, to cross the Infinite that separates heaven
+from earth?  And the longer a dreamer listens to those giant
+harmonies, the better he realises that nothing save this
+hundred-voiced choir on earth can fill all the space between
+kneeling men, and a God hidden by the blinding light of the
+Sanctuary.  The music is the one interpreter strong enough to
+bear up the prayers of humanity to heaven, prayer in its
+omnipotent moods, prayer tinged by the melancholy of many
+different natures, coloured by meditative ecstasy, upspringing
+with the impulse of repentance--blended with the myriad fancies
+of every creed.  Yes.  In those long vaulted aisles the melodies
+inspired by the sense of things divine are blent with a grandeur
+unknown before, are decked with new glory and might.  Out of the
+dim daylight, and the deep silence broken by the chanting of the
+choir in response to the thunder of the organ, a veil is woven
+for God, and the brightness of His attributes shines through it.
+
+And this wealth of holy things seemed to be flung down like a
+grain of incense upon the fragile altar raised to Love beneath
+the eternal throne of a jealous and avenging God.  Indeed, in the
+joy of the nun there was little of that awe and gravity which
+should harmonise with the solemnities of the Magnificat.  She had
+enriched the music with graceful variations, earthly gladness
+throbbing through the rhythm of each.  In such brilliant
+quivering notes some great singer might strive to find a voice
+for her love, her melodies fluttered as a bird flutters about her
+mate.  There were moments when she seemed to leap back into the
+past, to dally there now with laughter, now with tears.  Her
+changing moods, as it were, ran riot.  She was like a woman
+excited and happy over her lover's return.
+
+But at length, after the swaying fugues of delirium, after the
+marvellous rendering of a vision of the past, a revulsion swept
+over the soul that thus found utterance for itself.  With a swift
+transition from the major to the minor, the organist told her
+hearer of her present lot.  She gave the story of long melancholy
+broodings, of the slow course of her moral malady.  How day by
+day she deadened the senses, how every night cut off one more
+thought, how her heart was slowly reduced to ashes.  The sadness
+deepened shade after shade through languid modulations, and in a
+little while the echoes were pouring out a torrent of grief.
+Then on a sudden, high notes rang out like the voices of angels
+singing together, as if to tell the lost but not forgotten lover
+that their spirits now could only meet in heaven.  Pathetic hope!
+
+Then followed the Amen.  No more Joy, no more tears in the air,
+no sadness, no regrets.  The Amen was the return to God.  The
+final chord was deep, solemn, even terrible; for the last
+rumblings of the bass sent a shiver through the audience that
+raised the hair on their heads; the nun shook out her veiling of
+crepe, and seemed to sink again into the grave from which she had
+risen for a moment.  Slowly the reverberations died away; it
+seemed as if the church, but now so full of light, had returned
+to thick darkness.
+
+The General had been caught up and borne swiftly away by this
+strong-winged spirit; he had followed the course of its flight
+from beginning to end.  He understood to the fullest extent the
+imagery of that burning symphony; for him the chords reached deep
+and far.  For him, as for the sister, the poem meant future,
+present, and past.  Is not music, and even opera music, a sort of
+text, which a susceptible or poetic temper, or a sore and
+stricken heart, may expand as memories shall determine?  If a
+musician must needs have the heart of a poet, must not the
+listener too be in a manner a poet and a lover to hear all that
+lies in great music?  Religion, love, and music--what are they
+but a threefold expression of the same fact, of that craving for
+expansion which stirs in every noble soul.  And these three forms
+of poetry ascend to God, in whom all passion on earth finds its
+end.  Wherefore the holy human trinity finds a place amid the
+infinite glories of God; of God, whom we always represent
+surrounded with the fires of love and seistrons of gold--music
+and light and harmony.  Is not He the Cause and the End of all
+our strivings?
+
+The French General guessed rightly that here in the desert, on
+this bare rock in the sea, the nun had seized upon music as an
+outpouring of the passion that still consumed her.  Was this her
+manner of offering up her love as a sacrifice to God?  Or was it
+Love exultant in triumph over God?  The questions were hard to
+answer.  But one thing at least the General could not mistake--in
+this heart, dead to the world, the fire of passion burned as
+fiercely as in his own.
+
+Vespers over, he went back to the alcalde with whom he was
+staying.  In the all-absorbing joy which comes in such full
+measure when a satisfaction sought long and painfully is attained
+at last, he could see nothing beyond this--he was still loved!
+In her heart love had grown in loneliness, even as his love had
+grown stronger as he surmounted one barrier after another which
+this woman had set between them!  The glow of soul came to its
+natural end.  There followed a longing to see her again, to
+contend with God for her, to snatch her away--a rash scheme,
+which appealed to a daring nature.  He went to bed, when the meal
+was over, to avoid questions; to be alone and think at his ease;
+and he lay absorbed by deep thought till day broke.
+
+He rose only to go to mass.  He went to the church and knelt
+close to the screen, with his forehead touching the curtain; he
+would have torn a hole in it if he had been alone, but his host
+had come with him out of politeness, and the least imprudence
+might compromise the whole future of his love, and ruin the new
+hopes.
+
+The organ sounded, but it was another player, and not the nun of
+the last two days whose hands touched the keys.  It was all
+colourless and cold for the General.  Was the woman he loved
+prostrated by emotion which wellnigh overcame a strong man's
+heart?  Had she so fully realised and shared an unchanged,
+longed-for love, that now she lay dying on her bed in her cell?
+While innumerable thoughts of this kind perplexed his mind, the
+voice of the woman he worshipped rang out close beside him; he
+knew its clear resonant soprano.  It was her voice, with that
+faint tremor in it which gave it all the charm that shyness and
+diffidence gives to a young girl; her voice, distinct from the
+mass of singing as a prima donna's in the chorus of a finale.  It
+was like a golden or silver thread in dark frieze.
+
+It was she!  There could be no mistake.  Parisienne now as ever,
+she had not laid coquetry aside when she threw off worldly
+adornments for the veil and the Carmelite's coarse serge.  She
+who had affirmed her love last evening in the praise sent up to
+God, seemed now to say to her lover, "Yes, it is I.  I am here.
+My love is unchanged, but I am beyond the reach of love.  You
+will hear my voice, my soul shall enfold you, and I shall abide
+here under the brown shroud in the choir from which no power on
+earth can tear me.  You shall never see me more!"
+
+"It is she indeed!" the General said to himself, raising his
+head.  He had leant his face on his hands, unable at first to
+bear the intolerable emotion that surged like a whirlpool in his
+heart, when that well-known voice vibrated under the arcading,
+with the sound of the sea for accompaniment.
+
+Storm was without, and calm within the sanctuary.  Still that
+rich voice poured out all its caressing notes; it fell like balm
+on the lover's burning heart; it blossomed upon the air--the air
+that a man would fain breathe more deeply to receive the
+effluence of a soul breathed forth with love in the words of the
+prayer.  The alcalde coming to join his guest found him in tears
+during the elevation, while the nun was singing, and brought him
+back to his house.  Surprised to find so much piety in a French
+military man, the worthy magistrate invited the confessor of the
+convent to meet his guest.  Never had news given the General more
+pleasure; he paid the ecclesiastic a good deal of attention at
+supper, and confirmed his Spanish hosts in the high opinion they
+had formed of his piety by a not wholly disinterested respect.
+He enquired with gravity how many sisters there were in the
+convent, and asked for particulars of its endowment and revenues,
+as if from courtesy he wished to hear the good priest discourse
+on the subject most interesting to him.  He informed himself as
+to the manner of life led by the holy women.  Were they allowed
+to go out of the convent, or to see visitors?
+
+"Senor," replied the venerable churchman, "the rule is strict.
+A woman cannot enter a monastery of the order of St. Bruno
+without a special permission from His Holiness, and the rule here
+is equally stringent.  No man may enter a convent of Barefoot
+Carmelites unless he is a priest specially attached to the
+services of the house by the Archbishop.  None of the nuns may
+leave the convent; though the great Saint, St. Theresa, often
+left her cell.  The Visitor or the Mothers Superior can alone
+give permission, subject to an authorisation from the Archbishop,
+for a nun to see a visitor, and then especially in a case of
+illness.  Now we are one of the principal houses, and
+consequently we have a Mother Superior here.  Among other foreign
+sisters there is one Frenchwoman, Sister Theresa; she it is who
+directs the music in the chapel."
+
+"Oh!" said the General, with feigned surprise.  "She must have
+rejoiced over the victory of the House of Bourbon."
+
+"I told them the reason of the mass; they are always a little
+bit inquisitive."
+
+"But Sister Theresa may have interests in France.  Perhaps she
+would like to send some message or to hear news."
+
+"I do not think so.  She would have come to ask me."
+
+"As a fellow-countryman, I should be quite curious to see her,"
+said the General.  "If it is possible, if the Lady Superior
+consents, if----"
+
+"Even at the grating and in the Reverend Mother's presence, an
+interview would be quite impossible for anybody whatsoever; but,
+strict as the Mother is, for a deliverer of our holy religion and
+the throne of his Catholic Majesty, the rule might be relaxed for
+a moment," said the confessor, blinking.  "I will speak about
+it."
+
+"How old is Sister Theresa?" enquired the lover.  He dared not
+ask any questions of the priest as to the nun's beauty.
+
+"She does not reckon years now," the good man answered, with a
+simplicity that made the General shudder.
+
+Next day before siesta, the confessor came to inform the French
+General that Sister Theresa and the Mother consented to receive
+him at the grating in the parlour before vespers.  The General
+spent the siesta in pacing to and fro along the quay in the
+noonday heat.  Thither the priest came to find him, and brought
+him to the convent by way of the gallery round the cemetery.
+Fountains, green trees, and rows of arcading maintained a cool
+freshness in keeping with the place.
+
+At the further end of the long gallery the priest led the way
+into a large room divided in two by a grating covered with a
+brown curtain.  In the first, and in some sort of public half of
+the apartment, where the confessor left the newcomer, a wooden
+bench ran round the wall, and two or three chairs, also of wood,
+were placed near the grating.  The ceiling consisted of bare
+unornamented joists and cross-beams of ilex wood.  As the two
+windows were both on the inner side of the grating, and the dark
+surface of the wood was a bad reflector, the light in the place
+was so dim that you could scarcely see the great black crucifix,
+the portrait of Saint Theresa, and a picture of the Madonna which
+adorned the grey parlour walls.  Tumultuous as the General's
+feelings were, they took something of the melancholy of the
+place.  He grew calm in that homely quiet.  A sense of something
+vast as the tomb took possession of him beneath the chill
+unceiled roof.  Here, as in the grave, was there not eternal
+silence, deep peace--the sense of the Infinite?  And besides this
+there was the quiet and the fixed thought of the cloister--a
+thought which you felt like a subtle presence in the air, and in
+the dim dusk of the room; an all-pervasive thought nowhere
+definitely expressed, and looming the larger in the imagination;
+for in the cloister the great saying, "Peace in the Lord,"
+enters the least religious soul as a living force.
+
+The monk's life is scarcely comprehensible.  A man seems
+confessed a weakling in a monastery; he was born to act, to live
+out a life of work; he is evading a man's destiny in his cell.
+But what man's strength, blended with pathetic weakness, is
+implied by a woman's choice of the convent life!  A man may have
+any number of motives for burying himself in a monastery; for him
+it is the leap over the precipice.  A woman has but one
+motive--she is a woman still; she betrothes herself to a Heavenly
+Bridegroom.  Of the monk you may ask, "Why did you not fight
+your battle?"  But if a woman immures herself in the cloister,
+is there not always a sublime battle fought first?
+
+At length it seemed to the General that that still room, and the
+lonely convent in the sea, were full of thoughts of him.  Love
+seldom attains to solemnity; yet surely a love still faithful in
+the breast of God was something solemn, something more than a man
+had a right to look for as things are in this nineteenth century?
+
+The infinite grandeur of the situation might well produce an
+effect upon the General's mind; he had precisely enough elevation
+of soul to forget politics, honours, Spain, and society in Paris,
+and to rise to the height of this lofty climax.  And what in
+truth could be more tragic?  How much must pass in the souls of
+these two lovers, brought together in a place of strangers, on a
+ledge of granite in the sea; yet held apart by an intangible,
+unsurmountable barrier!  Try to imagine the man saying within
+himself, "Shall I triumph over God in her heart?" when a faint
+rustling sound made him quiver, and the curtain was drawn aside.
+
+Between him and the light stood a woman.  Her face was hidden by
+the veil that drooped from the folds upon her head; she was
+dressed according to the rule of the order in a gown of the
+colour become proverbial.  Her bare feet were hidden; if the
+General could have seen them, he would have known how appallingly
+thin she had grown; and yet in spite of the thick folds of her
+coarse gown, a mere covering and no ornament, he could guess how
+tears, and prayer, and passion, and loneliness had wasted the
+woman before him.
+
+An ice-cold hand, belonging, no doubt, to the Mother Superior,
+held back the curtain.  The General gave the enforced witness of
+their interview a searching glance, and met the dark, inscrutable
+gaze of an aged recluse.  The Mother might have been a century
+old, but the bright, youthful eyes belied the wrinkles that
+furrowed her pale face.
+
+"Mme la Duchesse," he began, his voice shaken with emotion,
+"does your companion understand French?"  The veiled figure
+bowed her head at the sound of his voice.
+
+"There is no duchess here," she replied.  "It is Sister
+Theresa whom you see before you.  She whom you call my companion
+is my mother in God, my superior here on earth."
+
+The words were so meekly spoken by the voice that sounded in
+other years amid harmonious surroundings of refined luxury, the
+voice of a queen of fashion in Paris.  Such words from the lips
+that once spoke so lightly and flippantly struck the General dumb
+with amazement.
+
+"The Holy Mother only speaks Latin and Spanish," she added.
+
+"I understand neither.  Dear Antoinette, make my excuses to
+her."
+
+The light fell full upon the nun's figure; a thrill of deep
+emotion betrayed itself in a faint quiver of her veil as she
+heard her name softly spoken by the man who had been so hard in
+the past.
+
+"My brother," she said, drawing her sleeve under her veil,
+perhaps to brush tears away, "I am Sister Theresa."
+
+Then, turning to the Superior, she spoke in Spanish; the General
+knew enough of the language to understand what she said perfectly
+well; possibly he could have spoken it had he chosen to do so.
+
+"Dear Mother, the gentleman presents his respects to you, and
+begs you to pardon him if he cannot pay them himself, but he
+knows neither of the languages which you speak----"
+
+The aged nun bent her head slowly, with an expression of angelic
+sweetness, enhanced at the same time by the consciousness of her
+power and dignity.
+
+"Do you know this gentleman?" she asked, with a keen glance.
+
+"Yes, Mother."
+
+"Go back to your cell, my daughter!" said the Mother
+imperiously.  The General slipped aside behind the curtain lest
+the dreadful tumult within him should appear in his face; even in
+the shadow it seemed to him that he could still see the
+Superior's piercing eyes.  He was afraid of her; she held his
+little, frail, hardly-won happiness in her hands; and he, who had
+never quailed under a triple row of guns, now trembled before
+this nun.  The Duchess went towards the door, but she turned
+back.
+
+"Mother," she said, with dreadful calmness, "the Frenchman is
+one of my brothers."
+
+"Then stay, my daughter," said the Superior, after a pause.
+
+The piece of admirable Jesuitry told of such love and regret,
+that a man less strongly constituted might have broken down under
+the keen delight in the midst of a great and, for him, an
+entirely novel peril.  Oh! how precious words, looks, and
+gestures became when love must baffle lynx eyes and tiger's
+claws!  Sister Theresa came back.
+
+"You see, my brother, what I have dared to do only to speak to
+you for a moment of your salvation and of the prayers that my
+soul puts up for your soul daily.  I am committing mortal sin.  I
+have told a lie.  How many days of penance must expiate that lie!
+But I shall endure it for your sake.  My brother, you do not know
+what happiness it is to love in heaven; to feel that you can
+confess love purified by religion, love transported into the
+highest heights of all, so that we are permitted to lose sight of
+all but the soul.  If the doctrine and the spirit of the Saint to
+whom we owe this refuge had not raised me above earth's anguish,
+and caught me up and set me, far indeed beneath the Sphere
+wherein she dwells, yet truly above this world, I should not have
+seen you again.  But now I can see you, and hear your voice, and
+remain calm----"
+
+The General broke in, "But, Antoinette, let me see you, you whom
+I love passionately, desperately, as you could have wished me to
+love you."
+
+"Do not call me Antoinette, I implore you.  Memories of the past
+hurt me.  You must see no one here but Sister Theresa, a creature
+who trusts in the Divine mercy."  She paused for a little, and
+then added, "You must control yourself, my brother.  Our Mother
+would separate us without pity if there is any worldly passion in
+your face, or if you allow the tears to fall from your eyes."
+
+The General bowed his head to regain self-control; when he looked
+up again he saw her face beyond the grating--the thin, white, but
+still impassioned face of the nun.  All the magic charm of youth
+that once bloomed there, all the fair contrast of velvet
+whiteness and the colour of the Bengal rose, had given place to a
+burning glow, as of a porcelain jar with a faint light shining
+through it.  The wonderful hair in which she took such pride had
+been shaven; there was a bandage round her forehead and about her
+face.  An ascetic life had left dark traces about the eyes, which
+still sometimes shot out fevered glances; their ordinary calm
+expression was but a veil.  In a few words, she was but the ghost
+of her former self.
+
+"Ah! you that have come to be my life, you must come out of this
+tomb!  You were mine; you had no right to give yourself, even to
+God.  Did you not promise me to give up all at the least command
+from me?  You may perhaps think me worthy of that promise now
+when you hear what I have done for you.  I have sought you all
+through the world.  You have been in my thoughts at every moment
+for five years; my life has been given to you.  My friends, very
+powerful friends, as you know, have helped with all their might
+to search every convent in France, Italy, Spain, Sicily, and
+America.  Love burned more brightly for every vain search.  Again
+and again I made long journeys with a false hope; I have wasted
+my life and the heaviest throbbings of my heart in vain under
+many a dark convent wall.  I am not speaking of a faithfulness
+that knows no bounds, for what is it?--nothing compared with the
+infinite longings of my love.  If your remorse long ago was
+sincere, you ought not to hesitate to follow me today."
+
+"You forget that I am not free."
+
+"The Duke is dead," he answered quickly.
+
+Sister Theresa flushed red.
+
+"May heaven be open to him!" she cried with a quick rush of
+feeling.  "He was generous to me.--But I did not mean such ties;
+it was one of my sins that I was ready to break them all without
+scruple--for you."
+
+"Are you speaking of your vows?" the General asked, frowning.
+"I did not think that anything weighed heavier with your heart
+than love.  But do not think twice of it, Antoinette; the Holy
+Father himself shall absolve you of your oath.  I will surely go
+to Rome, I will entreat all the powers of earth; if God could
+come down from heaven, I would----"
+
+"Do not blaspheme."
+
+"So do not fear the anger of God.  Ah! I would far rather hear
+that you would leave your prison for me; that this very night you
+would let yourself down into a boat at the foot of the cliffs.
+And we would go away to be happy somewhere at the world's end, I
+know not where.  And with me at your side, you should come back
+to life and health under the wings of love."
+
+"You must not talk like this," said Sister Theresa; "you do
+not know what you are to me now.  I love you far better than I
+ever loved you before.  Every day I pray for you; I see you with
+other eyes.  Armand, if you but knew the happiness of giving
+yourself up, without shame, to a pure friendship which God
+watches over!  You do not know what joy it is to me to pray for
+heaven's blessing on you.  I never pray for myself:  God will do
+with me according to His will; but, at the price of my soul, I
+wish I could be sure that you are happy here on earth, and that
+you will be happy hereafter throughout all ages.  My eternal life
+is all that trouble has left me to offer up to you.  I am old now
+with weeping; I am neither young nor fair; and in any case, you
+could not respect the nun who became a wife; no love, not even
+motherhood, could give me absolution. . . .  What can you say to
+outweigh the uncounted thoughts that have gathered in my heart
+during the past five years, thoughts that have changed, and worn,
+and blighted it?  I ought to have given a heart less sorrowful to
+God."
+
+"What can I say?  Dear Antoinette, I will say this, that I love
+you; that affection, love, a great love, the joy of living in
+another heart that is ours, utterly and wholly ours, is so rare a
+thing and so hard to find, that I doubted you, and put you to
+sharp proof; but now, today, I love you, Antoinette, with all my
+soul's strength. . . .  If you will follow me into solitude, I
+will hear no voice but yours, I will see no other face."
+
+"Hush, Armand!  You are shortening the little time that we may
+be together here on earth."
+
+"Antoinette, will you come with me?"
+
+"I am never away from you.  My life is in your heart, not
+through the selfish ties of earthly happiness, or vanity, or
+enjoyment; pale and withered as I am, I live here for you, in the
+breast of God.  As God is just, you shall be happy----"
+
+"Words, words all of it!  Pale and withered?  How if I want you?
+How if I cannot be happy without you?  Do you still think of
+nothing but duty with your lover before you?  Is he never to come
+first and above all things else in your heart?  In time past you
+put social success, yourself, heaven knows what, before him; now
+it is God, it is the welfare of my soul!  In Sister Theresa I
+find the Duchess over again, ignorant of the happiness of love,
+insensible as ever, beneath the semblance of sensibility.  You do
+not love me; you have never loved me----"
+
+"Oh, my brother----!"
+
+"You do not wish to leave this tomb.  You love my soul, do you
+say?  Very well, through you it will be lost forever.  I shall
+make away with myself----"
+
+"Mother!" Sister Theresa called aloud in Spanish, "I have lied
+to you; this man is my lover!"
+
+The curtain fell at once.  The General, in his stupor, scarcely
+heard the doors within as they clanged.
+
+"Ah! she loves me still!" he cried, understanding all the
+sublimity of that cry of hers.  "She loves me still.  She must
+be carried off. . . ."
+
+
+The General left the island, returned to headquarters, pleaded
+ill-health, asked for leave of absence, and forthwith took his
+departure for France.
+
+And now for the incidents which brought the two personages in
+this Scene into their present relation to each other.
+
+
+The thing known in France as the Faubourg Saint-Germain is
+neither a Quarter, nor a sect, nor an institution, nor anything
+else that admits of a precise definition.  There are great houses
+in the Place Royale, the Faubourg Saint-Honore, and the Chaussee
+d'Antin, in any one of which you may breathe the same atmosphere
+of Faubourg Saint-Germain.  So, to begin with, the whole Faubourg
+is not within the Faubourg.  There are men and women born far
+enough away from its influences who respond to them and take
+their place in the circle; and again there are others, born
+within its limits, who may yet be driven forth forever.  For the
+last forty years the manners, and customs, and speech, in a word,
+the tradition of the Faubourg Saint-Germain, has been to Paris
+what the Court used to be in other times; it is what the Hotel
+Saint-Paul was to the fourteenth century; the Louvre to the
+fifteenth; the Palais, the Hotel Rambouillet, and the Place
+Royale to the sixteenth; and lastly, as Versailles was to the
+seventeenth and the eighteenth.
+
+Just as the ordinary workaday Paris will always centre about some
+point; so, through all periods of history, the Paris of the
+nobles and the upper classes converges towards some particular
+spot.  It is a periodically recurrent phenomenon which presents
+ample matter for reflection to those who are fain to observe or
+describe the various social zones; and possibly an enquiry into
+the causes that bring about this centralisation may do more than
+merely justify the probability of this episode; it may be of
+service to serious interests which some day will be more deeply
+rooted in the commonwealth, unless, indeed, experience is as
+meaningless for political parties as it is for youth.
+
+In every age the great nobles, and the rich who always ape the
+great nobles, build their houses as far as possible from crowded
+streets.  When the Duc d'Uzes built his splendid hotel in the Rue
+Montmartre in the reign of Louis XIV, and set the fountain at his
+gates--for which beneficent action, to say nothing of his other
+virtues, he was held in such veneration that the whole quarter
+turned out in a body to follow his funeral--when the Duke, I say,
+chose this site for his house, he did so because that part of
+Paris was almost deserted in those days.  But when the
+fortifications were pulled down, and the market gardens beyond
+the line of the boulevards began to fill with houses, then the
+d'Uzes family left their fine mansion, and in our time it was
+occupied by a banker.  Later still, the noblesse began to find
+themselves out of their element among shopkeepers, left the Place
+Royale and the centre of Paris for good, and crossed the river to
+breathe freely in the Faubourg Saint-Germain, where palaces were
+reared already about the great hotel built by Louis XIV for the
+Duc de Maine--the Benjamin among his legitimated offspring.  And
+indeed, for people accustomed to a stately life, can there be
+more unseemly surroundings than the bustle, the mud, the street
+cries, the bad smells, and narrow thoroughfares of a populous
+quarter?  The very habits of life in a mercantile or
+manufacturing district are completely at variance with the lives
+of nobles.  The shopkeeper and artisan are just going to bed when
+the great world is thinking of dinner; and the noisy stir of life
+begins among the former when the latter have gone to rest.  Their
+day's calculations never coincide; the one class represents the
+expenditure, the other the receipts.  Consequently their manners
+and customs are diametrically opposed.
+
+Nothing contemptuous is intended by this statement.  An
+aristocracy is in a manner the intellect of the social system, as
+the middle classes and the proletariat may be said to be its
+organising and working power.  It naturally follows that these
+forces are differently situated; and of their antagonism there is
+bred a seeming antipathy produced by the performance of different
+functions, all of them, however, existing for one common end.
+
+Such social dissonances are so inevitably the outcome of any
+charter of the constitution, that however much a Liberal may be
+disposed to complain of them, as of treason against those sublime
+ideas with which the ambitious plebeian is apt to cover his
+designs, he would none the less think it a preposterous notion
+that M. le Prince de Montmorency, for instance, should continue
+to live in the Rue Saint-Martin at the corner of the street which
+bears that nobleman's name; or that M. le Duc de Fitz-James,
+descendant of the royal house of Scotland, should have his hotel
+at the angle of the Rue Marie Stuart and the Rue Montorgueil.
+Sint ut sunt, aut non sint, the grand words of the Jesuit, might
+be taken as a motto by the great in all countries.  These social
+differences are patent in all ages; the fact is always accepted
+by the people; its "reasons of state" are self-evident; it is
+at once cause and effect, a principle and a law.  The common
+sense of the masses never deserts them until demagogues stir them
+up to gain ends of their own; that common sense is based on the
+verities of social order; and the social order is the same
+everywhere, in Moscow as in London, in Geneva as in Calcutta.
+Given a certain number of families of unequal fortune in any
+given space, you will see an aristocracy forming under your eyes;
+there will be the patricians, the upper classes, and yet other
+ranks below them.  Equality may be a RIGHT, but no power on earth
+can convert it into FACT.  It would be a good thing for France if
+this idea could be popularised.  The benefits of political
+harmony are obvious to the least intelligent classes.  Harmony
+is, as it were, the poetry of order, and order is a matter of
+vital importance to the working population.  And what is order,
+reduced to its simplest expression, but the agreement of things
+among themselves--unity, in short?  Architecture, music, and
+poetry, everything in France, and in France more than in any
+other country, is based upon this principle; it is written upon
+the very foundations of her clear accurate language, and a
+language must always be the most infallible index of national
+character.  In the same way you may note that the French popular
+airs are those most calculated to strike the imagination, the
+best-modulated melodies are taken over by the people; clearness
+of thought, the intellectual simplicity of an idea attracts them;
+they like the incisive sayings that hold the greatest number of
+ideas.
+
+France is the one country in the world where a little phrase may
+bring about a great revolution.  Whenever the masses have risen,
+it has been to bring men, affairs, and principles into agreement.
+
+No nation has a clearer conception of that idea of unity which
+should permeate the life of an aristocracy; possibly no other
+nation has so intelligent a comprehension of a political
+necessity; history will never find her behind the time.  France
+has been led astray many a time, but she is deluded, woman-like,
+by generous ideas, by a glow of enthusiasm which at first
+outstrips sober reason.
+
+So, to begin with, the most striking characteristic of the
+Faubourg is the splendour of its great mansions, its great
+gardens, and a surrounding quiet in keeping with princely
+revenues drawn from great estates.
+
+And what is this distance set between a class and a whole
+metropolis but visible and outward expression of the widely
+different attitude of mind which must inevitably keep them apart?
+
+The position of the head is well defined in every organism.  If
+by any chance a nation allows its head to fall at its feet, it is
+pretty sure sooner or later to discover that this is a suicidal
+measure; and since nations have no desire to perish, they set to
+work at once to grow a new head.  If they lack the strength for
+this, they perish as Rome perished, and Venice, and so many other
+states.
+
+This distinction between the upper and lower spheres of social
+activity, emphasised by differences in their manner of living,
+necessarily implies that in the highest aristocracy there is real
+worth and some distinguishing merit.  In any state, no matter
+what form of "government" is affected, so soon as the patrician
+class fails to maintain that complete superiority which is the
+condition of its existence, it ceases to be a force, and is
+pulled down at once by the populace.  The people always wish to
+see money, power, and initiative in their leaders, hands, hearts,
+and heads; they must be the spokesmen, they must represent the
+intelligence and the glory of the nation.  Nations, like women,
+love strength in those who rule them; they cannot give love
+without respect; they refuse utterly to obey those of whom they
+do not stand in awe.  An aristocracy fallen into contempt is a
+roi faineant, a husband in petticoats; first it ceases to be
+itself, and then it ceases to be.
+
+And in this way the isolation of the great, the sharply marked
+distinction in their manner of life, or in a word, the general
+custom of the patrician caste is at once the sign of a real
+power, and their destruction so soon as that power is lost.  The
+Faubourg Saint-Germain failed to recognise the conditions of its
+being, while it would still have been easy to perpetuate its
+existence, and therefore was brought low for a time.  The
+Faubourg should have looked the facts fairly in the face, as the
+English aristocracy did before them; they should have seen that
+every institution has its climacteric periods, when words lose
+their old meanings, and ideas reappear in a new guise, and the
+whole conditions of politics wear a changed aspect, while the
+underlying realities undergo no essential alteration.
+
+These ideas demand further development which form an essential
+part of this episode; they are given here both as a succinct
+statement of the causes, and an explanation of the things which
+happen in the course of the story.
+
+The stateliness of the castles and palaces where nobles dwell;
+the luxury of the details; the constantly maintained
+sumptuousness of the furniture; the "atmosphere" in which the
+fortunate owner of landed estates (a rich man before he was born)
+lives and moves easily and without friction; the habit of mind
+which never descends to calculate the petty workaday gains of
+existence; the leisure; the higher education attainable at a much
+earlier age; and lastly, the aristocratic tradition that makes of
+him a social force, for which his opponents, by dint of study and
+a strong will and tenacity of vocation, are scarcely a match-all
+these things should contribute to form a lofty spirit in a man,
+possessed of such privileges from his youth up; they should stamp
+his character with that high self-respect, of which the least
+consequence is a nobleness of heart in harmony with the noble
+name that he bears.  And in some few families all this is
+realised.  There are noble characters here and there in the
+Faubourg, but they are marked exceptions to a general rule of
+egoism which has been the ruin of this world within a world.  The
+privileges above enumerated are the birthright of the French
+noblesse, as of every patrician efflorescence ever formed on the
+surface of a nation; and will continue to be theirs so long as
+their existence is based upon real estate, or money; domaine-sol
+and domaine-argent alike, the only solid bases of an organised
+society; but such privileges are held upon the understanding that
+the patricians must continue to justify their existence.  There
+is a sort of moral fief held on a tenure of service rendered to
+the sovereign, and here in France the people are undoubtedly the
+sovereigns nowadays.  The times are changed, and so are the
+weapons.  The knight-banneret of old wore a coat of chain armour
+and a hauberk; he could handle a lance well and display his
+pennon, and no more was required of him; today he is bound to
+give proof of his intelligence.  A stout heart was enough in the
+days of old; in our days he is required to have a capacious
+brain-pan.  Skill and knowledge and capital--these three points
+mark out a social triangle on which the scutcheon of power is
+blazoned; our modern aristocracy must take its stand on these.
+
+A fine theorem is as good as a great name.  The Rothschilds, the
+Fuggers of the nineteenth century, are princes de facto.  A great
+artist is in reality an oligarch; he represents a whole century,
+and almost always he is a law to others.  And the art of words,
+the high pressure machinery of the writer, the poet's genius, the
+merchant's steady endurance, the strong will of the statesman who
+concentrates a thousand dazzling qualities in himself, the
+general's sword--all these victories, in short, which a single
+individual will win, that he may tower above the rest of the
+world, the patrician class is now bound to win and keep
+exclusively.  They must head the new forces as they once headed
+the material forces; how should they keep the position unless
+they are worthy of it?  How, unless they are the soul and brain
+of a nation, shall they set its hands moving?  How lead a people
+without the power of command?  And what is the marshal's baton
+without the innate power of the captain in the man who wields it?
+
+The Faubourg Saint-Germain took to playing with batons, and
+fancied that all the power was in its hands.  It inverted the
+terms of the proposition which called it into existence.  And
+instead of flinging away the insignia which offended the people,
+and quietly grasping the power, it allowed the bourgeoisie to
+seize the authority, clung with fatal obstinacy to its shadow,
+and over and over again forgot the laws which a minority must
+observe if it would live.  When an aristocracy is scarce a
+thousandth part of the body social, it is bound today, as of old,
+to multiply its points of action, so as to counterbalance the
+weight of the masses in a great crisis.  And in our days those
+means of action must be living forces, and not historical
+memories.
+
+In France, unluckily, the noblesse were still so puffed up with
+the notion of their vanished power, that it was difficult to
+contend against a kind of innate presumption in themselves.
+Perhaps this is a national defect.  The Frenchman is less given
+than anyone else to undervalue himself; it comes natural to him
+to go from his degree to the one above it; and while it is a rare
+thing for him to pity the unfortunates over whose heads he rises,
+he always groans in spirit to see so many fortunate people above
+him.  He is very far from heartless, but too often he prefers to
+listen to his intellect.  The national instinct which brings the
+Frenchman to the front, the vanity that wastes his substance, is
+as much a dominant passion as thrift in the Dutch.  For three
+centuries it swayed the noblesse, who, in this respect, were
+certainly pre-eminently French.  The scion of the Faubourg
+Saint-Germain, beholding his material superiority, was fully
+persuaded of his intellectual superiority.  And everything
+contributed to confirm him in his belief; for ever since the
+Faubourg Saint-Germain existed at all--which is to say, ever
+since Versailles ceased to be the royal residence--the Faubourg,
+with some few gaps in continuity, was always backed up by the
+central power, which in France seldom fails to support that side.
+
+Thence its downfall in 1830.
+
+At that time the party of the Faubourg Saint-Germain was rather
+like an army without a base of operation.  It had utterly failed
+to take advantage of the peace to plant itself in the heart of
+the nation.  It sinned for want of learning its lesson, and
+through an utter incapability of regarding its interests as a
+whole.  A future certainty was sacrificed to a doubtful present
+gain.  This blunder in policy may perhaps be attributed to the
+following cause.
+
+The class-isolation so strenuously kept up by the noblesse
+brought about fatal results during the last forty years; even
+caste-patriotism was extinguished by it, and rivalry fostered
+among themselves.  When the French noblesse of other times were
+rich and powerful, the nobles (gentilhommes) could choose their
+chiefs and obey them in the hour of danger.  As their power
+diminished, they grew less amenable to discipline; and as in the
+last days of the Byzantine Empire, everyone wished to be emperor.
+
+They mistook their uniform weakness for uniform strength.
+
+Each family ruined by the Revolution and the abolition of the law
+of primogeniture thought only of itself, and not at all of the
+great family of the noblesse.  It seemed to them that as each
+individual grew rich, the party as a whole would gain in
+strength.  And herein lay their mistake.  Money, likewise, is
+only the outward and visible sign of power.  All these families
+were made up of persons who preserved a high tradition of
+courtesy, of true graciousness of life, of refined speech, with a
+family pride, and a squeamish sense of noblesse oblige which
+suited well with the kind of life they led; a life wholly filled
+with occupations which become contemptible so soon as they cease
+to be accessories and take the chief place in existence.  There
+was a certain intrinsic merit in all these people, but the merit
+was on the surface, and none of them were worth their face-value.
+
+Not a single one among those families had courage to ask itself
+the question, "Are we strong enough for the responsibility of
+power?"  They were cast on the top, like the lawyers of 1830;
+and instead of taking the patron's place, like a great man, the
+Faubourg Saint-Germain showed itself greedy as an upstart.  The
+most intelligent nation in the world perceived clearly that the
+restored nobles were organising everything for their own
+particular benefit.  From that day the noblesse was doomed.  The
+Faubourg Saint-Germain tried to be an aristocracy when it could
+only be an oligarchy--two very different systems, as any man may
+see for himself if he gives an intelligent perusal to the list of
+the patronymics of the House of Peers.
+
+The King's Government certainly meant well; but the maxim that
+the people must be made to WILL everything, even their own
+welfare, was pretty constantly forgotten, nor did they bear in
+mind that La France is a woman and capricious, and must be happy
+or chastised at her own good pleasure.  If there had been many
+dukes like the Duc de Laval, whose modesty made him worthy of the
+name he bore, the elder branch would have been as securely seated
+on the throne as the House of Hanover at this day.
+
+In 1814 the noblesse of France were called upon to assert their
+superiority over the most aristocratic bourgeoisie in the most
+feminine of all countries, to take the lead in the most highly
+educated epoch the world had yet seen.  And this was even more
+notably the case in 1820.  The Faubourg Saint-Germain might very
+easily have led and amused the middle classes in days when
+people's heads were turned with distinctions, and art and science
+were all the rage.  But the narrow-minded leaders of a time of
+great intellectual progress all of them detested art and science.
+
+They had not even the wit to present religion in attractive
+colours, though they needed its support.  While Lamartine,
+Lamennais, Montalembert, and other writers were putting new life
+and elevation into men's ideas of religion, and gilding it with
+poetry, these bunglers in the Government chose to make the
+harshness of their creed felt all over the country.  Never was
+nation in a more tractable humour; La France, like a tired woman,
+was ready to agree to anything; never was mismanagement so
+clumsy; and La France, like a woman, would have forgiven wrongs
+more easily than bungling.
+
+If the noblesse meant to reinstate themselves, the better to
+found a strong oligarchy, they should have honestly and
+diligently searched their Houses for men of the stamp that
+Napoleon used; they should have turned themselves inside out to
+see if peradventure there was a Constitutionalist Richelieu
+lurking in the entrails of the Faubourg; and if that genius was
+not forthcoming from among them, they should have set out to find
+him, even in the fireless garret where he might happen to be
+perishing of cold; they should have assimilated him, as the
+English House of Lords continually assimilates aristocrats made
+by chance; and finally ordered him to be ruthless, to lop away
+the old wood, and cut the tree down to the living shoots.  But,
+in the first place, the great system of English Toryism was far
+too large for narrow minds; the importation required time, and in
+France a tardy success is no better than a fiasco.  So far,
+moreover, from adopting a policy of redemption, and looking for
+new forces where God puts them, these petty great folk took a
+dislike to any capacity that did not issue from their midst; and,
+lastly, instead of growing young again, the Faubourg
+Saint-Germain grew positively older.
+
+Etiquette, not an institution of primary necessity, might have
+been maintained if it had appeared only on state occasions, but
+as it was, there was a daily wrangle over precedence; it ceased
+to be a matter of art or court ceremonial, it became a question
+of power.  And if from the outset the Crown lacked an adviser
+equal to so great a crisis, the aristocracy was still more
+lacking in a sense of its wider interests, an instinct which
+might have supplied the deficiency.  They stood nice about M. de
+Talleyrand's marriage, when M. de Talleyrand was the one man
+among them with the steel-encompassed brains that can forge a new
+political system and begin a new career of glory for a nation.
+The Faubourg scoffed at a minister if he was not gently born, and
+produced no one of gentle birth that was fit to be a minister.
+There were plenty of nobles fitted to serve their country by
+raising the dignity of justices of the peace, by improving the
+land, by opening out roads and canals, and taking an active and
+leading part as country gentlemen; but these had sold their
+estates to gamble on the Stock Exchange.  Again the Faubourg
+might have absorbed the energetic men among the bourgeoisie, and
+opened their ranks to the ambition which was undermining
+authority; they preferred instead to fight, and to fight unarmed,
+for of all that they once possessed there was nothing left but
+tradition.  For their misfortune there was just precisely enough
+of their former wealth left them as a class to keep up their
+bitter pride.  They were content with their past.  Not one of
+them seriously thought of bidding the son of the house take up
+arms from the pile of weapons which the nineteenth century flings
+down in the market-place.  Young men, shut out from office, were
+dancing at Madame's balls, while they should have been doing the
+work done under the Republic and the Empire by young,
+conscientious, harmlessly employed energies.  It was their place
+to carry out at Paris the programme which their seniors should
+have been following in the country.  The heads of houses might
+have won back recognition of their titles by unremitting
+attention to local interests, by falling in with the spirit of
+the age, by recasting their order to suit the taste of the times.
+
+But, pent up together in the Faubourg Saint-Germain, where the
+spirit of the ancient court and traditions of bygone feuds
+between the nobles and the Crown still lingered on, the
+aristocracy was not whole-hearted in its allegiance to the
+Tuileries, and so much the more easily defeated because it was
+concentrated in the Chamber of Peers, and badly organised even
+there.  If the noblesse had woven themselves into a network over
+the country, they could have held their own; but cooped up in
+their Faubourg, with their backs against the Chateau, or spread
+at full length over the Budget, a single blow cut the thread of a
+fast-expiring life, and a petty, smug-faced lawyer came forward
+with the axe.  In spite of M. Royer-Collard's admirable
+discourse, the hereditary peerage and law of entail fell before
+the lampoons of a man who made it a boast that he had adroitly
+argued some few heads out of the executioner's clutches, and now
+forsooth must clumsily proceed to the slaying of old
+institutions.
+
+There are examples and lessons for the future in all this.  For
+if there were not still a future before the French aristocracy,
+there would be no need to do more than find a suitable
+sarcophagus; it were something pitilessly cruel to burn the dead
+body of it with fire of Tophet.
+
+But though the surgeon's scalpel is ruthless, it sometimes gives
+back life to a dying man; and the Faubourg Saint-Germain may wax
+more powerful under persecution than in its day of triumph, if it
+but chooses to organise itself under a leader.
+
+And now it is easy to give a summary of this semi-political
+survey.  The wish to re-establish a large fortune was uppermost
+in everyone's mind; a lack of broad views, and a mass of small
+defects, a real need of religion as a political factor, combined
+with a thirst for pleasure which damaged the cause of religion
+and necessitated a good deal of hypocrisy; a certain attitude of
+protest on the part of loftier and clearer-sighted men who set
+their faces against Court jealousies; and the disaffection of the
+provincial families, who often came of purer descent than the
+nobles of the Court which alienated them from itself--all these
+things combined to bring about a most discordant state of things
+in the Faubourg Saint-Germain.  It was neither compact in its
+organisation, nor consequent in its action; neither completely
+moral, nor frankly dissolute; it did not corrupt, nor was it
+corrupted; it would neither wholly abandon the disputed points
+which damaged its cause, nor yet adopt the policy that might have
+saved it.  In short, however effete individuals might be, the
+party as a whole was none the less armed with all the great
+principles which lie at the roots of national existence.  What
+was there in the Faubourg that it should perish in its strength?
+
+It was very hard to please in the choice of candidates; the
+Faubourg had good taste, it was scornfully fastidious, yet there
+was nothing very glorious nor chivalrous truly about its fall.
+
+In the Emigration of 1789 there were some traces of a loftier
+feeling; but in the Emigration of 1830 from Paris into the
+country there was nothing discernible but self-interest.  A few
+famous men of letters, a few oratorical triumphs in the Chambers,
+M. de Talleyrand's attitude in the Congress, the taking of
+Algiers, and not a few names that found their way from the
+battlefield into the pages of history--all these things were so
+many examples set before the French noblesse to show that it was
+still open to them to take their part in the national existence,
+and to win recognition of their claims, if, indeed, they could
+condescend thus far.  In every living organism the work of
+bringing the whole into harmony within itself is always going on.
+
+If a man is indolent, the indolence shows itself in everything
+that he does; and, in the same manner, the general spirit of a
+class is pretty plainly manifested in the face it turns on the
+world, and the soul informs the body.
+
+The women of the Restoration displayed neither the proud
+disregard of public opinion shown by the court ladies of olden
+time in their wantonness, nor yet the simple grandeur of the
+tardy virtues by which they expiated their sins and shed so
+bright a glory about their names.  There was nothing either very
+frivolous or very serious about the woman of the Restoration.
+She was hypocritical as a rule in her passion, and compounded, so
+to speak, with its pleasures.  Some few families led the domestic
+life of the Duchesse d'Orleans, whose connubial couch was
+exhibited so absurdly to visitors at the Palais Royal.  Two or
+three kept up the traditions of the Regency, filling cleverer
+women with something like disgust.  The great lady of the new
+school exercised no influence at all over the manners of the
+time; and yet she might have done much.  She might, at worst,
+have presented as dignified a spectacle as English-women of the
+same rank.  But she hesitated feebly among old precedents, became
+a bigot by force of circumstances, and allowed nothing of herself
+to appear, not even her better qualities.
+
+Not one among the Frenchwomen of that day had the ability to
+create a salon whither leaders of fashion might come to take
+lessons in taste and elegance.  Their voices, which once laid
+down the law to literature, that living expression of a time, now
+counted absolutely for nought.  Now when a literature lacks a
+general system, it fails to shape a body for itself, and dies out
+with its period.
+
+When in a nation at any time there is a people apart thus
+constituted, the historian is pretty certain to find some
+representative figure, some central personage who embodies the
+qualities and the defects of the whole party to which he belongs;
+there is Coligny, for instance, among the Huguenots, the
+Coadjuteur in the time of the Fronde, the Marechal de Richelieu
+under Louis XV, Danton during the Terror.  It is in the nature of
+things that the man should be identified with the company in
+which history finds him.  How is it possible to lead a party
+without conforming to its ideas? or to shine in any epoch unless
+a man represents the ideas of his time?  The wise and prudent
+head of a party is continually obliged to bow to the prejudices
+and follies of its rear; and this is the cause of actions for
+which he is afterwards criticised by this or that historian
+sitting at a safer distance from terrific popular explosions,
+coolly judging the passion and ferment without which the great
+struggles of the world could not be carried on at all.  And if
+this is true of the Historical Comedy of the Centuries, it is
+equally true in a more restricted sphere in the detached scenes
+of the national drama known as the Manners of the Age.
+
+
+At the beginning of that ephemeral life led by the Faubourg
+Saint-Germain under the Restoration, to which, if there is any
+truth in the above reflections, they failed to give stability,
+the most perfect type of the aristocratic caste in its weakness
+and strength, its greatness and littleness, might have been found
+for a brief space in a young married woman who belonged to it.
+This was a woman artificially educated, but in reality ignorant;
+a woman whose instincts and feelings were lofty while the thought
+which should have controlled them was wanting.  She squandered
+the wealth of her nature in obedience to social conventions; she
+was ready to brave society, yet she hesitated till her scruples
+degenerated into artifice.  With more wilfulness than real force
+of character, impressionable rather than enthusiastic, gifted
+with more brain than heart; she was supremely a woman, supremely
+a coquette, and above all things a Parisienne, loving a brilliant
+life and gaiety, reflecting never, or too late; imprudent to the
+verge of poetry, and humble in the depths of her heart, in spite
+of her charming insolence.  Like some straight-growing reed, she
+made a show of independence; yet, like the reed, she was ready to
+bend to a strong hand.  She talked much of religion, and had it
+not at heart, though she was prepared to find in it a solution of
+her life.  How explain a creature so complex?  Capable of
+heroism, yet sinking unconsciously from heroic heights to utter a
+spiteful word; young and sweet-natured, not so much old at heart
+as aged by the maxims of those about her; versed in a selfish
+philosophy in which she was all unpractised, she had all the
+vices of a courtier, all the nobleness of developing womanhood.
+She trusted nothing and no one, yet there were times when she
+quitted her sceptical attitude for a submissive credulity.
+
+How should any portrait be anything but incomplete of her, in
+whom the play of swiftly-changing colour made discord only to
+produce a poetic confusion?  For in her there shone a divine
+brightness, a radiance of youth that blended all her bewildering
+characteristics in a certain completeness and unity informed by
+her charm.  Nothing was feigned.  The passion or semi-passion,
+the ineffectual high aspirations, the actual pettiness, the
+coolness of sentiment and warmth of impulse, were all spontaneous
+and unaffected, and as much the outcome of her own position as of
+the position of the aristocracy to which she belonged.  She was
+wholly self-contained; she put herself proudly above the world
+and beneath the shelter of her name.  There was something of the
+egoism of Medea in her life, as in the life of the aristocracy
+that lay a-dying, and would not so much as raise itself or
+stretch out a hand to any political physician; so well aware of
+its feebleness, or so conscious that it was already dust, that it
+refused to touch or be touched.
+
+The Duchesse de Langeais (for that was her name) had been married
+for about four years when the Restoration was finally
+consummated, which is to say, in 1816.  By that time the
+revolution of the Hundred Days had let in the light on the mind
+of Louis XVIII.  In spite of his surroundings, he comprehended
+the situation and the age in which he was living; and it was only
+later, when this Louis XI, without the axe, lay stricken down by
+disease, that those about him got the upper hand.  The Duchesse
+de Langeais, a Navarreins by birth, came of a ducal house which
+had made a point of never marrying below its rank since the reign
+of Louis XIV.  Every daughter of the house must sooner or later
+take a tabouret at Court.  So, Antoinette de Navarreins, at the
+age of eighteen, came out of the profound solitude in which her
+girlhood had been spent to marry the Duc de Langeais's eldest
+son.  The two families at that time were living quite out of the
+world; but after the invasion of France, the return of the
+Bourbons seemed to every Royalist mind the only possible way of
+putting an end to the miseries of the war.
+
+The Ducs de Navarreins and de Langeais had been faithful
+throughout to the exiled Princes, nobly resisting all the
+temptations of glory under the Empire.  Under the circumstances
+they naturally followed out the old family policy; and Mlle
+Antoinette, a beautiful and portionless girl, was married to M.
+le Marquis de Langeais only a few months before the death of the
+Duke his father.
+
+After the return of the Bourbons, the families resumed their
+rank, offices, and dignity at Court; once more they entered
+public life, from which hitherto they held aloof, and took their
+place high on the sunlit summits of the new political world.  In
+that time of general baseness and sham political conversions, the
+public conscience was glad to recognise the unstained loyalty of
+the two houses, and a consistency in political and private life
+for which all parties involuntarily respected them.  But,
+unfortunately, as so often happens in a time of transition, the
+most disinterested persons, the men whose loftiness of view and
+wise principles would have gained the confidence of the French
+nation and led them to believe in the generosity of a novel and
+spirited policy--these men, to repeat, were taken out of affairs,
+and public business was allowed to fall into the hands of others,
+who found it to their interest to push principles to their
+extreme consequences by way of proving their devotion.
+
+The families of Langeais and Navarreins remained about the Court,
+condemned to perform the duties required by Court ceremonial amid
+the reproaches and sneers of the Liberal party.  They were
+accused of gorging themselves with riches and honours, and all
+the while their family estates were no larger than before, and
+liberal allowances from the civil list were wholly expended in
+keeping up the state necessary for any European government, even
+if it be a Republic.
+
+In 1818, M. le Duc de Langeais commanded a division of the army,
+and the Duchess held a post about one of the Princesses, in
+virtue of which she was free to live in Paris and apart from her
+husband without scandal.  The Duke, moreover, besides his
+military duties, had a place at Court, to which he came during
+his term of waiting, leaving his major-general in command.  The
+Duke and Duchess were leading lives entirely apart, the world
+none the wiser.  Their marriage of convention shared the fate of
+nearly all family arrangements of the kind.  Two more
+antipathetic dispositions could not well have been found; they
+were brought together; they jarred upon each other; there was
+soreness on either side; then they were divided once for all.
+Then they went their separate ways, with a due regard for
+appearances.  The Duc de Langeais, by nature as methodical as the
+Chevalier de Folard himself, gave himself up methodically to his
+own tastes and amusements, and left his wife at liberty to do as
+she pleased so soon as he felt sure of her character.  He
+recognised in her a spirit pre-eminently proud, a cold heart, a
+profound submissiveness to the usages of the world, and a
+youthful loyalty.  Under the eyes of great relations, with the
+light of a prudish and bigoted Court turned full upon the
+Duchess, his honour was safe.
+
+So the Duke calmly did as the grands seigneurs of the eighteenth
+century did before him, and left a young wife of two-and-twenty
+to her own devices.  He had deeply offended that wife, and in her
+nature there was one appalling characteristic--she would never
+forgive an offence when woman's vanity and self-love, with all
+that was best in her nature perhaps, had been slighted, wounded
+in secret.  Insult and injury in the face of the world a woman
+loves to forget; there is a way open to her of showing herself
+great; she is a woman in her forgiveness; but a secret offence
+women never pardon; for secret baseness, as for hidden virtues
+and hidden love, they have no kindness.
+
+This was Mme la Duchesse de Langeais's real position, unknown to
+the world.  She herself did not reflect upon it.  It was the time
+of the rejoicings over the Duc de Berri's marriage.  The Court
+and the Faubourg roused itself from its listlessness and reserve.
+
+This was the real beginning of that unheard-of splendour which
+the Government of the Restoration carried too far.  At that time
+the Duchess, whether for reasons of her own, or from vanity,
+never appeared in public without a following of women equally
+distinguished by name and fortune.  As queen of fashion she had
+her dames d'atours, her ladies, who modelled their manner and
+their wit on hers.  They had been cleverly chosen.  None of her
+satellites belonged to the inmost Court circle, nor to the
+highest level of the Faubourg Saint-Germain; but they had set
+their minds upon admission to those inner sanctuaries.  Being as
+yet simple dominations, they wished to rise to the neighbourhood
+of the throne, and mingle with the seraphic powers in the high
+sphere known as le petit chateau.  Thus surrounded, the Duchess's
+position was stronger and more commanding and secure.  Her
+"ladies" defended her character and helped her to play her
+detestable part of a woman of fashion.  She could laugh at men at
+her ease, play with fire, receive the homage on which the
+feminine nature is nourished, and remain mistress of herself.
+
+At Paris, in the highest society of all, a woman is a woman
+still; she lives on incense, adulation, and honours.  No beauty,
+however undoubted, no face, however fair, is anything without
+admiration.  Flattery and a lover are proofs of power.  And what
+is power without recognition?  Nothing.  If the prettiest of
+women were left alone in a corner of a drawing-room, she would
+droop.  Put her in the very centre and summit of social grandeur,
+she will at once aspire to reign over all hearts--often because
+it is out of her power to be the happy queen of one.  Dress and
+manner and coquetry are all meant to please one of the poorest
+creatures extant--the brainless coxcomb, whose handsome face is
+his sole merit; it was for such as these that women threw
+themselves away.  The gilded wooden idols of the Restoration, for
+they were neither more nor less, had neither the antecedents of
+the petits maitres of the time of the Fronde, nor the rough
+sterling worth of Napoleon's heroes, not the wit and fine manners
+of their grandsires; but something of all three they meant to be
+without any trouble to themselves.  Brave they were, like all
+young Frenchmen; ability they possessed, no doubt, if they had
+had a chance of proving it, but their places were filled up by
+the old worn-out men, who kept them in leading strings.  It was a
+day of small things, a cold prosaic era.  Perhaps it takes a long
+time for a Restoration to become a Monarchy.
+
+For the past eighteen months the Duchesse de Langeais had been
+leading this empty life, filled with balls and subsequent visits,
+objectless triumphs, and the transient loves that spring up and
+die in an evening's space.  All eyes were turned on her when she
+entered a room; she reaped her harvest of flatteries and some few
+words of warmer admiration, which she encouraged by a gesture or
+a glance, but never suffered to penetrate deeper than the skin.
+Her tone and bearing and everything else about her imposed her
+will upon others.  Her life was a sort of fever of vanity and
+perpetual enjoyment, which turned her head.  She was daring
+enough in conversation; she would listen to anything, corrupting
+the surface, as it were, of her heart.  Yet when she returned
+home, she often blushed at the story that had made her laugh; at
+the scandalous tale that supplied the details, on the strength of
+which she analysed the love that she had never known, and marked
+the subtle distinctions of modern passion, not with comment on
+the part of complacent hypocrites.  For women know how to say
+everything among themselves, and more of them are ruined by each
+other than corrupted by men.
+
+There came a moment when she discerned that not until a woman is
+loved will the world fully recognise her beauty and her wit.
+What does a husband prove?  Simply that a girl or woman was
+endowed with wealth, or well brought up; that her mother managed
+cleverly that in some way she satisfied a man's ambitions.  A
+lover constantly bears witness to her personal perfections.  Then
+followed the discovery still in Mme de Langeais's early
+womanhood, that it was possible to be loved without committing
+herself, without permission, without vouchsafing any satisfaction
+beyond the most meagre dues.  There was more than one demure
+feminine hypocrite to instruct her in the art of playing such
+dangerous comedies.
+
+So the Duchess had her court, and the number of her adorers and
+courtiers guaranteed her virtue.  She was amiable and
+fascinating; she flirted till the ball or the evening's gaiety
+was at an end.  Then the curtain dropped.  She was cold,
+indifferent, self-contained again till the next day brought its
+renewed sensations, superficial as before.  Two or three men were
+completely deceived, and fell in love in earnest.  She laughed at
+them, she was utterly insensible.  "I am loved!" she told
+herself.  "He loves me!"  The certainty sufficed her.  It is
+enough for the miser to know that his every whim might be
+fulfilled if he chose; so it was with the Duchess, and perhaps
+she did not even go so far as to form a wish.
+
+One evening she chanced to be at the house of an intimate friend
+Mme la Vicomtesse de Fontaine, one of the humble rivals who
+cordially detested her, and went with her everywhere.  In a
+"friendship" of this sort both sides are on their guard, and
+never lay their armour aside; confidences are ingeniously
+indiscreet, and not unfrequently treacherous.  Mme de Langeais
+had distributed her little patronising, friendly, or freezing
+bows, with the air natural to a woman who knows the worth of her
+smiles, when her eyes fell upon a total stranger.  Something in
+the man's large gravity of aspect startled her, and, with a
+feeling almost like dread, she turned to Mme de Maufrigneuse
+with, "Who is the newcomer, dear?"
+
+"Someone that you have heard of, no doubt.  The Marquis de
+Montriveau."
+
+"Oh! is it he?"
+
+She took up her eyeglass and submitted him to a very insolent
+scrutiny, as if he had been a picture meant to receive glances,
+not to return them.
+
+"Do introduce him; he ought to be interesting."
+
+"Nobody more tiresome and dull, dear.  But he is the fashion."
+
+M. Armand de Montriveau, at that moment all unwittingly the
+object of general curiosity, better deserved attention than any
+of the idols that Paris needs must set up to worship for a brief
+space, for the city is vexed by periodical fits of craving, a
+passion for engouement and sham enthusiasm, which must be
+satisfied.  The Marquis was the only son of General de
+Montriveau, one of the ci-devants who served the Republic nobly,
+and fell by Joubert's side at Novi.  Bonaparte had placed his son
+at the school at Chalons, with the orphans of other generals who
+fell on the battlefield, leaving their children under the
+protection of the Republic.  Armand de Montriveau left school
+with his way to make, entered the artillery, and had only reached
+a major's rank at the time of the Fontainebleau disaster.  In his
+section of the service the chances of advancement were not many.
+There are fewer officers, in the first place, among the gunners
+than in any other corps; and in the second place, the feeling in
+the artillery was decidedly Liberal, not to say Republican; and
+the Emperor, feeling little confidence in a body of highly
+educated men who were apt to think for themselves, gave promotion
+grudgingly in the service.  In the artillery, accordingly, the
+general rule of the army did not apply; the commanding officers
+were not invariably the most remarkable men in their department,
+because there was less to be feared from mediocrities.  The
+artillery was a separate corps in those days, and only came under
+Napoleon in action.
+
+Besides these general causes, other reasons, inherent in Armand
+de Montriveau's character, were sufficient in themselves to
+account for his tardy promotion.  He was alone in the world.  He
+had been thrown at the age of twenty into the whirlwind of men
+directed by Napoleon; his interests were bounded by himself, any
+day he might lose his life; it became a habit of mind with him to
+live by his own self-respect and the consciousness that he had
+done his duty.  Like all shy men, he was habitually silent; but
+his shyness sprang by no means from timidity; it was a kind of
+modesty in him; he found any demonstration of vanity intolerable.
+
+There was no sort of swagger about his fearlessness in action;
+nothing escaped his eyes; he could give sensible advice to his
+chums with unshaken coolness; he could go under fire, and duck
+upon occasion to avoid bullets.  He was kindly; but his
+expression was haughty and stern, and his face gained him this
+character.  In everything he was rigorous as arithmetic; he never
+permitted the slightest deviation from duty on any plausible
+pretext, nor blinked the consequences of a fact.  He would lend
+himself to nothing of which he was ashamed; he never asked
+anything for himself; in short, Armand de Montriveau was one of
+many great men unknown to fame, and philosophical enough to
+despise it; living without attaching themselves to life, because
+they have not found their opportunity of developing to the full
+their power to do and feel.
+
+People were afraid of Montriveau; they respected him, but he was
+not very popular.  Men may indeed allow you to rise above them,
+but to decline to descend as low as they can do is the one
+unpardonable sin.  In their feeling towards loftier natures,
+there is a trace of hate and fear.  Too much honour with them
+implies censure of themselves, a thing forgiven neither to the
+living nor to the dead.
+
+After the Emperor's farewells at Fontainebleau, Montriveau, noble
+though he was, was put on half-pay.  Perhaps the heads of the War
+Office took fright at uncompromising uprightness worthy of
+antiquity, or perhaps it was known that he felt bound by his oath
+to the Imperial Eagle.  During the Hundred Days he was made a
+Colonel of the Guard, and left on the field of Waterloo.  His
+wounds kept him in Belgium he was not present at the disbanding
+of the Army of the Loire, but the King's government declined to
+recognise promotion made during the Hundred Days, and Armand de
+Montriveau left France.
+
+An adventurous spirit, a loftiness of thought hitherto satisfied
+by the hazards of war, drove him on an exploring expedition
+through Upper Egypt; his sanity or impulse directed his
+enthusiasm to a project of great importance, he turned his
+attention to that unexplored Central Africa which occupies the
+learned of today.  The scientific expedition was long and
+unfortunate.  He had made a valuable collection of notes bearing
+on various geographical and commercial problems, of which
+solutions are still eagerly sought; and succeeded, after
+surmounting many obstacles, in reaching the heart of the
+continent, when he was betrayed into the hands of a hostile
+native tribe.  Then, stripped of all that he had, for two years
+he led a wandering life in the desert, the slave of savages,
+threatened with death at every moment, and more cruelly treated
+than a dumb animal in the power of pitiless children.  Physical
+strength, and a mind braced to endurance, enabled him to survive
+the horrors of that captivity; but his miraculous escape
+well-nigh exhausted his energies.  When he reached the French
+colony at Senegal, a half-dead fugitive covered with rags, his
+memories of his former life were dim and shapeless.  The great
+sacrifices made in his travels were all forgotten like his
+studies of African dialects, his discoveries, and observations.
+One story will give an idea of all that he passed through.  Once
+for several days the children of the sheikh of the tribe amused
+themselves by putting him up for a mark and flinging horses'
+knuckle-bones at his head.
+
+Montriveau came back to Paris in 1818 a ruined man.  He had no
+interest, and wished for none.  He would have died twenty times
+over sooner than ask a favour of anyone; he would not even press
+the recognition of his claims.  Adversity and hardship had
+developed his energy even in trifles, while the habit of
+preserving his self-respect before that spiritual self which we
+call conscience led him to attach consequence to the most
+apparently trivial actions.  His merits and adventures became
+known, however, through his acquaintances, among the principal
+men of science in Paris, and some few well-read military men.
+The incidents of his slavery and subsequent escape bore witness
+to a courage, intelligence, and coolness which won him celebrity
+without his knowledge, and that transient fame of which Paris
+salons are lavish, though the artist that fain would keep it must
+make untold efforts.
+
+Montriveau's position suddenly changed towards the end of that
+year.  He had been a poor man, he was now rich; or, externally at
+any rate, he had all the advantages of wealth.  The King's
+government, trying to attach capable men to itself and to
+strengthen the army, made concessions about that time to
+Napoleon's old officers if their known loyalty and character
+offered guarantees of fidelity.  M. de Montriveau's name once
+more appeared in the army list with the rank of colonel; he
+received his arrears of pay and passed into the Guards.  All
+these favours, one after another, came to seek the Marquis de
+Montriveau; he had asked for nothing however small.  Friends had
+taken the steps for him which he would have refused to take for
+himself.
+
+After this, his habits were modified all at once; contrary to his
+custom, he went into society.  He was well received, everywhere
+he met with great deference and respect.  He seemed to have found
+some end in life; but everything passed within the man, there
+were no external signs; in society he was silent and cold, and
+wore a grave, reserved face.  His social success was great,
+precisely because he stood out in such strong contrast to the
+conventional faces which line the walls of Paris salons.  He was,
+indeed, something quite new there.  Terse of speech, like a
+hermit or a savage, his shyness was thought to be haughtiness,
+and people were greatly taken with it.  He was something strange
+and great.  Women generally were so much the more smitten with
+this original person because he was not to be caught by their
+flatteries, however adroit, nor by the wiles with which they
+circumvent the strongest men and corrode the steel temper.  Their
+Parisian's grimaces were lost upon M. de Montriveau; his nature
+only responded to the sonorous vibration of lofty thought and
+feeling.  And he would very promptly have been dropped but for
+the romance that hung about his adventures and his life; but for
+the men who cried him up behind his back; but for a woman who
+looked for a triumph for her vanity, the woman who was to fill
+his thoughts.
+
+For these reasons the Duchesse de Langeais's curiosity was no
+less lively than natural.  Chance had so ordered it that her
+interest in the man before her had been aroused only the day
+before, when she heard the story of one of M. de Montriveau's
+adventures, a story calculated to make the strongest impression
+upon a woman's ever-changing fancy.
+
+During M. de Montriveau's voyage of discovery to the sources of
+the Nile, he had had an argument with one of his guides, surely
+the most extraordinary debate in the annals of travel.  The
+district that he wished to explore could only be reached on foot
+across a tract of desert.  Only one of his guides knew the way;
+no traveller had penetrated before into that part of the country,
+where the undaunted officer hoped to find a solution of several
+scientific problems.  In spite of the representations made to him
+by the guide and the older men of the place, he started upon the
+formidable journey.  Summoning up courage, already highly strung
+by the prospect of dreadful difficulties, he set out in the
+morning.
+
+The loose sand shifted under his feet at every step; and when, at
+the end of a long day's march, he lay down to sleep on the
+ground, he had never been so tired in his life.  He knew,
+however, that he must be up and on his way before dawn next day,
+and his guide assured him that they should reach the end of their
+journey towards noon.  That promise kept up his courage and gave
+him new strength.  In spite of his sufferings, he continued his
+march, with some blasphemings against science; he was ashamed to
+complain to his guide, and kept his pain to himself.  After
+marching for a third of the day, he felt his strength failing,
+his feet were bleeding, he asked if they should reach the place
+soon.
+
+"In an hour's time," said the guide.  Armand braced himself for
+another hour's march, and they went on.
+
+The hour slipped by; he could not so much as see against the sky
+the palm-trees and crests of hill that should tell of the end of
+the journey near at hand; the horizon line of sand was vast as
+the circle of the open sea.
+
+He came to a stand, refused to go farther, and threatened the
+guide--he had deceived him, murdered him; tears of rage and
+weariness flowed over his fevered cheeks; he was bowed down with
+fatigue upon fatigue, his throat seemed to be glued by the desert
+thirst.  The guide meanwhile stood motionless, listening to these
+complaints with an ironical expression, studying the while, with
+the apparent indifference of an Oriental, the scarcely
+perceptible indications in the lie of the sands, which looked
+almost black, like burnished gold.
+
+"I have made a mistake," he remarked coolly.  "I could not
+make out the track, it is so long since I came this way; we are
+surely on it now, but we must push on for two hours."
+
+"The man is right," thought M. de Montriveau.
+
+So he went on again, struggling to follow the pitiless native.
+It seemed as if he were bound to his guide by some thread like
+the invisible tie between the condemned man and the headsman.
+But the two hours went by, Montriveau had spent his last drops of
+energy, and the skyline was a blank, there were no palm-trees, no
+hills.  He could neither cry out nor groan, he lay down on the
+sand to die, but his eyes would have frightened the boldest;
+something in his face seemed to say that he would not die alone.
+His guide, like a very fiend, gave him back a cool glance like a
+man that knows his power, left him to lie there, and kept at a
+safe distance out of reach of his desperate victim.  At last M.
+Montriveau recovered strength enough for a last curse.
+
+The guide came nearer, silenced him with a steady look, and said,
+"Was it not your own will to go where I am taking you, in spite
+of us all?  You say that I have lied to you.  If I had not, you
+would not be even here.  Do you want the truth?  Here it is.  WE
+HAVE STILL ANOTHER FIVE HOURS' MARCH BEFORE US, AND WE CANNOT GO
+BACK.  Sound yourself; if you have not courage enough, here is my
+dagger."
+
+Startled by this dreadful knowledge of pain and human strength,
+M. de Montriveau would not be behind a savage; he drew a fresh
+stock of courage from his pride as a European, rose to his feet,
+and followed his guide.  The five hours were at an end, and still
+M. de Montriveau saw nothing, he turned his failing eyes upon his
+guide; but the Nubian hoisted him on his shoulders, and showed
+him a wide pool of water with greenness all about it, and a noble
+forest lighted up by the sunset.  It lay only a hundred paces
+away; a vast ledge of granite hid the glorious landscape.  It
+seemed to Armand that he had taken a new lease of life.  His
+guide, that giant in courage and intelligence, finished his work
+of devotion by carrying him across the hot, slippery, scarcely
+discernible track on the granite.  Behind him lay the hell of
+burning sand, before him the earthly paradise of the most
+beautiful oasis in the desert.
+
+The Duchess, struck from the first by the appearance of this
+romantic figure, was even more impressed when she learned that
+this was that Marquis de Montriveau of whom she had dreamed
+during the night.  She had been with him among the hot desert
+sands, he had been the companion of her nightmare wanderings; for
+such a woman was not this a delightful presage of a new interest
+in her life?  And never was a man's exterior a better exponent of
+his character; never were curious glances so well justified.  The
+principal characteristic of his great, square-hewn head was the
+thick, luxuriant black hair which framed his face, and gave him a
+strikingly close resemblance to General Kleber; and the likeness
+still held good in the vigorous forehead, in the outlines of his
+face, the quiet fearlessness of his eyes, and a kind of fiery
+vehemence expressed by strongly marked features.  He was short,
+deep-chested, and muscular as a lion.  There was something of the
+despot about him, and an indescribable suggestion of the security
+of strength in his gait, bearing, and slightest movements.  He
+seemed to know that his will was irresistible, perhaps because he
+wished for nothing unjust.  And yet, like all really strong men,
+he was mild of speech, simple in his manners, and kindly natured;
+although it seemed as if, in the stress of a great crisis, all
+these finer qualities must disappear, and the man would show
+himself implacable, unshaken in his resolve, terrific in action.
+There was a certain drawing in of the inner line of the lips
+which, to a close observer, indicated an ironical bent.
+
+The Duchesse de Langeais, realising that a fleeting glory was to
+be won by such a conquest, made up her mind to gain a lover in
+Armand de Montriveau during the brief interval before the
+Duchesse de Maufrigneuse brought him to be introduced.  She would
+prefer him above the others; she would attach him to herself,
+display all her powers of coquetry for him.  It was a fancy, such
+a merest Duchess's whim as furnished a Lope or a Calderon with
+the plot of the Dog in the Manger.  She would not suffer another
+woman to engross him; but she had not the remotest intention of
+being his.
+
+Nature had given the Duchess every qualification for the part of
+coquette, and education had perfected her.  Women envied her, and
+men fell in love with her, not without reason.  Nothing that can
+inspire love, justify it, and give it lasting empire was wanting
+in her.  Her style of beauty, her manner, her voice, her bearing,
+all combined to give her that instinctive coquetry which seems to
+be the consciousness of power.  Her shape was graceful; perhaps
+there was a trace of self-consciousness in her changes of
+movement, the one affectation that could be laid to her charge;
+but everything about her was a part of her personality, from her
+least little gesture to the peculiar turn of her phrases, the
+demure glance of her eyes.  Her great lady's grace, her most
+striking characteristic, had not destroyed the very French quick
+mobility of her person.  There was an extraordinary fascination
+in her swift, incessant changes of attitude.  She seemed as if
+she surely would be a most delicious mistress when her corset and
+the encumbering costume of her part were laid aside.  All the
+rapture of love surely was latent in the freedom of her
+expressive glances, in her caressing tones, in the charm of her
+words.  She gave glimpses of the high-born courtesan within her,
+vainly protesting against the creeds of the duchess.
+
+You might sit near her through an evening, she would be gay and
+melancholy in turn, and her gaiety, like her sadness, seemed
+spontaneous.  She could be gracious, disdainful, insolent, or
+confiding at will.  Her apparent good nature was real; she had no
+temptation to descend to malignity.  But at each moment her mood
+changed; she was full of confidence or craft; her moving
+tenderness would give place to a heart-breaking hardness and
+insensibility.  Yet how paint her as she was, without bringing
+together all the extremes of feminine nature?  In a word, the
+Duchess was anything that she wished to be or to seem.  Her face
+was slightly too long. There was a grace in it, and a certain
+thinness and fineness that recalled the portraits of the Middle
+Ages.  Her skin was white, with a faint rose tint.  Everything
+about her erred, as it were, by an excess of delicacy.
+
+M. de Montriveau willingly consented to be introduced to the
+Duchesse de Langeais; and she, after the manner of persons whose
+sensitive taste leads them to avoid banalities, refrained from
+overwhelming him with questions and compliments.  She received
+him with a gracious deference which could not fail to flatter a
+man of more than ordinary powers, for the fact that a man rises
+above the ordinary level implies that he possesses something of
+that tact which makes women quick to read feeling.  If the
+Duchess showed any curiosity, it was by her glances; her
+compliments were conveyed in her manner; there was a winning
+grace displayed in her words, a subtle suggestion of a desire to
+please which she of all women knew the art of manifesting.  Yet
+her whole conversation was but, in a manner, the body of the
+letter; the postscript with the principal thought in it was still
+to come.  After half an hour spent in ordinary talk, in which the
+words gained all their value from her tone and smiles, M. de
+Montriveau was about to retire discreetly, when the Duchess
+stopped him with an expressive gesture.
+
+"I do not know, monsieur, whether these few minutes during which
+I have had the pleasure of talking to you proved so sufficiently
+attractive, that I may venture to ask you to call upon me; I am
+afraid that it may be very selfish of me to wish to have you all
+to myself.  If I should be so fortunate as to find that my house
+is agreeable to you, you will always find me at home in the
+evening until ten o'clock."
+
+The invitation was given with such irresistible grace, that M. de
+Montriveau could not refuse to accept it.  When he fell back
+again among the groups of men gathered at a distance from the
+women, his friends congratulated him, half laughingly, half in
+earnest, on the extraordinary reception vouchsafed him by the
+Duchesse de Langeais.  The difficult and brilliant conquest had
+been made beyond a doubt, and the glory of it was reserved for
+the Artillery of the Guard.  It is easy to imagine the jests,
+good and bad, when this topic had once been started; the world of
+Paris salons is so eager for amusement, and a joke lasts for such
+a short time, that everyone is eager to make the most of it while
+it is fresh.
+
+All unconsciously, the General felt flattered by this nonsense.
+From his place where he had taken his stand, his eyes were drawn
+again and again to the Duchess by countless wavering reflections.
+
+He could not help admitting to himself that of all the women
+whose beauty had captivated his eyes, not one had seemed to be a
+more exquisite embodiment of faults and fair qualities blended in
+a completeness that might realise the dreams of earliest manhood.
+
+Is there a man in any rank of life that has not felt indefinable
+rapture in his secret soul over the woman singled out (if only in
+his dreams) to be his own; when she, in body, soul, and social
+aspects, satisfies his every requirement, a thrice perfect woman?
+
+And if this threefold perfection that flatters his pride is no
+argument for loving her, it is beyond cavil one of the great
+inducements to the sentiment.  Love would soon be convalescent,
+as the eighteenth century moralist remarked, were it not for
+vanity.  And it is certainly true that for everyone, man or
+woman, there is a wealth of pleasure in the superiority of the
+beloved.  Is she set so high by birth that a contemptuous glance
+can never wound her? is she wealthy enough to surround herself
+with state which falls nothing short of royalty, of kings, of
+finance during their short reign of splendour? is she so
+ready-witted that a keen-edged jest never brings her into
+confusion? beautiful enough to rival any woman?--Is it such a
+small thing to know that your self-love will never suffer through
+her?  A man makes these reflections in the twinkling of an eye.
+And how if, in the future opened out by early ripened passion, he
+catches glimpses of the changeful delight of her charm, the frank
+innocence of a maiden soul, the perils of love's voyage, the
+thousand folds of the veil of coquetry?  Is not this enough to
+move the coldest man's heart?
+
+This, therefore, was M. de Montriveau's position with regard to
+woman; his past life in some measure explaining the extraordinary
+fact.  He had been thrown, when little more than a boy, into the
+hurricane of Napoleon's wars; his life had been spent on fields
+of battle.  Of women he knew just so much as a traveller knows of
+a country when he travels across it in haste from one inn to
+another.  The verdict which Voltaire passed upon his eighty years
+of life might, perhaps, have been applied by Montriveau to his
+own thirty-seven years of existence; had he not thirty-seven
+follies with which to reproach himself?  At his age he was as
+much a novice in love as the lad that has just been furtively
+reading Faublas.  Of women he had nothing to learn; of love he
+knew nothing; and thus, desires, quite unknown before, sprang
+from this virginity of feeling.
+
+There are men here and there as much engrossed in the work
+demanded of them by poverty or ambition, art or science, as M. de
+Montriveau by war and a life of adventure--these know what it is
+to be in this unusual position if they very seldom confess to it.
+
+Every man in Paris is supposed to have been in love.  No woman in
+Paris cares to take what other women have passed over.  The dread
+of being taken for a fool is the source of the coxcomb's bragging
+so common in France; for in France to have the reputation of a
+fool is to be a foreigner in one's own country.  Vehement desire
+seized on M. de Montriveau, desire that had gathered strength
+from the heat of the desert and the first stirrings of a heart
+unknown as yet in its suppressed turbulence.
+
+A strong man, and violent as he was strong, he could keep mastery
+over himself; but as he talked of indifferent things, he retired
+within himself, and swore to possess this woman, for through that
+thought lay the only way to love for him.  Desire became a solemn
+compact made with himself, an oath after the manner of the Arabs
+among whom he had lived; for among them a vow is a kind of
+contract made with Destiny a man's whole future is solemnly
+pledged to fulfil it, and everything even his own death, is
+regarded simply as a means to the one end.
+
+A younger man would have said to himself, "I should very much
+like to have the Duchess for my mistress!" or, "If the Duchesse
+de Langeais cared for a man, he would be a very lucky rascal!"
+But the General said, "I will have Mme de Langeais for my
+mistress."  And if a man takes such an idea into his head when
+his heart has never been touched before, and love begins to be a
+kind of religion with him, he little knows in what a hell he has
+set his foot.
+
+Armand de Montriveau suddenly took flight and went home in the
+first hot fever-fit of the first love that he had known.  When a
+man has kept all his boyish beliefs, illusions, frankness, and
+impetuosity into middle age, his first impulse is, as it were, to
+stretch out a hand to take the thing that he desires; a little
+later he realises that there is a gulf set between them, and that
+it is all but impossible to cross it.  A sort of childish
+impatience seizes him, he wants the thing the more, and trembles
+or cries.  Wherefore, the next day, after the stormiest
+reflections that had yet perturbed his mind, Armand de Montriveau
+discovered that he was under the yoke of the senses, and his
+bondage made the heavier by his love.
+
+The woman so cavalierly treated in his thoughts of yesterday had
+become a most sacred and dreadful power.  She was to be his
+world, his life, from this time forth.  The greatest joy, the
+keenest anguish, that he had yet known grew colourless before the
+bare recollection of the least sensation stirred in him by her.
+The swiftest revolutions in a man's outward life only touch his
+interests, while passion brings a complete revulsion of feeling.
+And so in those who live by feeling, rather than by
+self-interest, the doers rather than the reasoners, the sanguine
+rather than the lymphatic temperaments, love works a complete
+revolution.  In a flash, with one single reflection, Armand de
+Montriveau wiped out his whole past life.
+
+A score of times he asked himself, like a boy, "Shall I go, or
+shall I not?" and then at last he dressed, came to the Hotel de
+Langeais towards eight o'clock that evening, and was admitted.
+He was to see the woman--ah! not the woman--the idol that he had
+seen yesterday, among lights, a fresh innocent girl in gauze and
+silken lace and veiling.  He burst in upon her to declare his
+love, as if it were a question of firing the first shot on a
+field of battle.
+
+Poor novice!  He found his ethereal sylphide shrouded in a brown
+cashmere dressing-gown ingeniously befrilled, lying languidly
+stretched out upon a sofa in a dimly lighted boudoir.  Mme de
+Langeais did not so much as rise, nothing was visible of her but
+her face, her hair was loose but confined by a scarf.  A hand
+indicated a seat, a hand that seemed white as marble to
+Montriveau by the flickering light of a single candle at the
+further side of the room, and a voice as soft as the light said--
+
+"If it had been anyone else, M. le Marquis, a friend with whom I
+could dispense with ceremony, or a mere acquaintance in whom I
+felt but slight interest, I should have closed my door.  I am
+exceedingly unwell."
+
+"I will go," Armand said to himself.
+
+"But I do not know how it is," she continued (and the simple
+warrior attributed the shining of her eyes to fever), "perhaps
+it was a presentiment of your kind visit (and no one can be more
+sensible of the prompt attention than I), but the vapours have
+left my head."
+
+"Then may I stay?"
+
+"Oh, I should be very sorry to allow you to go.  I told myself
+this morning that it was impossible that I should have made the
+slightest impression on your mind, and that in all probability
+you took my request for one of the commonplaces of which
+Parisians are lavish on every occasion.  And I forgave your
+ingratitude in advance.  An explorer from the deserts is not
+supposed to know how exclusive we are in our friendships in the
+Faubourg."
+
+The gracious, half-murmured words dropped one by one, as if they
+had been weighted with the gladness that apparently brought them
+to her lips.  The Duchess meant to have the full benefit of her
+headache, and her speculation was fully successful.  The General,
+poor man, was really distressed by the lady's simulated distress.
+
+Like Crillon listening to the story of the Crucifixion, he was
+ready to draw his sword against the vapours.  How could a man
+dare to speak just then to this suffering woman of the love that
+she inspired?  Armand had already felt that it would be absurd to
+fire off a declaration of love point-blank at one so far above
+other women.  With a single thought came understanding of the
+delicacies of feeling, of the soul's requirements.  To love: what
+was that but to know how to plead, to beg for alms, to wait?  And
+as for the love that he felt, must he not prove it?  His tongue
+was mute, it was frozen by the conventions of the noble Faubourg,
+the majesty of a sick headache, the bashfulness of love.  But no
+power on earth could veil his glances; the heat and the Infinite
+of the desert blazed in eyes calm as a panther's, beneath the
+lids that fell so seldom.  The Duchess enjoyed the steady gaze
+that enveloped her in light and warmth.
+
+"Mme la Duchesse," he answered, "I am afraid I express my
+gratitude for your goodness very badly.  At this moment I have
+but one desire--I wish it were in my power to cure the pain."
+
+"Permit me to throw this off, I feel too warm now," she said,
+gracefully tossing aside a cushion that covered her feet.
+
+"Madame, in Asia your feet would be worth some ten thousand
+sequins.
+
+"A traveller's compliment!" smiled she.
+
+It pleased the sprightly lady to involve a rough soldier in a
+labyrinth of nonsense, commonplaces, and meaningless talk, in
+which he manoeuvred, in military language, as Prince Charles
+might have done at close quarters with Napoleon.  She took a
+mischievous amusement in reconnoitring the extent of his
+infatuation by the number of foolish speeches extracted from a
+novice whom she led step by step into a hopeless maze, meaning to
+leave him there in confusion.  She began by laughing at him, but
+nevertheless it pleased her to make him forget how time went.
+
+The length of a first visit is frequently a compliment, but
+Armand was innocent of any such intent.  The famous explorer
+spent an hour in chat on all sorts of subjects, said nothing that
+he meant to say, and was feeling that he was only an instrument
+on whom this woman played, when she rose, sat upright, drew the
+scarf from her hair, and wrapped it about her throat, leant her
+elbow on the cushions, did him the honour of a complete cure, and
+rang for lights.  The most graceful movement succeeded to
+complete repose.  She turned to M. de Montriveau, from whom she
+had just extracted a confidence which seemed to interest her
+deeply, and said--
+
+"You wish to make game of me by trying to make me believe that
+you have never loved.  It is a man's great pretension with us.
+And we always believe it!  Out of pure politeness.  Do we not
+know what to expect from it for ourselves?  Where is the man that
+has found but a single opportunity of losing his heart?  But you
+love to deceive us, and we submit to be deceived, poor foolish
+creatures that we are; for your hypocrisy is, after all, a homage
+paid to the superiority of our sentiments, which are all
+purity."
+
+The last words were spoken with a disdainful pride that made the
+novice in love feel like a worthless bale flung into the deep,
+while the Duchess was an angel soaring back to her particular
+heaven.
+
+"Confound it!" thought Armand de Montriveau, "how am I to tell
+this wild thing that I love her?"
+
+He had told her already a score of times; or rather, the Duchess
+had a score of times read his secret in his eyes; and the passion
+in this unmistakably great man promised her amusement, and an
+interest in her empty life.  So she prepared with no little
+dexterity to raise a certain number of redoubts for him to carry
+by storm before he should gain an entrance into her heart.
+Montriveau should overleap one difficulty after another; he
+should be a plaything for her caprice, just as an insect teased
+by children is made to jump from one finger to another, and in
+spite of all its pains is kept in the same place by its
+mischievous tormentor.  And yet it gave the Duchess inexpressible
+happiness to see that this strong man had told her the truth.
+Armand had never loved, as he had said.  He was about to go, in a
+bad humour with himself, and still more out of humour with her;
+but it delighted her to see a sullenness that she could conjure
+away with a word, a glance, or a gesture.
+
+"Will you come tomorrow evening?" she asked.  "I am going to a
+ball, but I shall stay at home for you until ten o'clock."
+
+Montriveau spent most of the next day in smoking an indeterminate
+quantity of cigars in his study window, and so got through the
+hours till he could dress and go to the Hotel de Langeais.  To
+anyone who had known the magnificent worth of the man, it would
+have been grievous to see him grown so small, so distrustful of
+himself; the mind that might have shed light over undiscovered
+worlds shrunk to the proportions of a she-coxcomb's boudoir.
+Even he himself felt that he had fallen so low already in his
+happiness that to save his life he could not have told his love
+to one of his closest friends.  Is there not always a trace of
+shame in the lover's bashfulness, and perhaps in woman a certain
+exultation over diminished masculine stature?  Indeed, but for a
+host of motives of this kind, how explain why women are nearly
+always the first to betray the secret?--a secret of which,
+perhaps, they soon weary.
+
+"Mme la Duchesse cannot see visitors, monsieur," said the man;
+"she is dressing, she begs you to wait for her here."
+
+Armand walked up and down the drawing-room, studying her taste in
+the least details.  He admired Mme de Langeais herself in the
+objects of her choosing; they revealed her life before he could
+grasp her personality and ideas.  About an hour later the Duchess
+came noiselessly out of her chamber.  Montriveau turned, saw her
+flit like a shadow across the room, and trembled.  She came up to
+him, not with a bourgeoise's enquiry, "How do I look?"  She was
+sure of herself; her steady eyes said plainly, "I am adorned to
+please you."
+
+No one surely, save the old fairy godmother of some princess in
+disguise, could have wound a cloud of gauze about the dainty
+throat, so that the dazzling satin skin beneath should gleam
+through the gleaming folds.  The Duchess was dazzling.  The pale
+blue colour of her gown, repeated in the flowers in her hair,
+appeared by the richness of its hue to lend substance to a
+fragile form grown too wholly ethereal; for as she glided towards
+Armand, the loose ends of her scarf floated about her, putting
+that valiant warrior in mind of the bright damosel flies that
+hover now over water, now over the flowers with which they seem
+to mingle and blend.
+
+"I have kept you waiting," she said, with the tone that a woman
+can always bring into her voice for the man whom she wishes to
+please.
+
+"I would wait patiently through an eternity," said he, "if I
+were sure of finding a divinity so fair; but it is no compliment
+to speak of your beauty to you; nothing save worship could touch
+you.  Suffer me only to kiss your scarf."
+
+"Oh, fie!" she said, with a commanding gesture, "I esteem you
+enough to give you my hand."
+
+She held it out for his kiss.  A woman's hand, still moist from
+the scented bath, has a soft freshness, a velvet smoothness that
+sends a tingling thrill from the lips to the soul.  And if a man
+is attracted to a woman, and his senses are as quick to feel
+pleasure as his heart is full of love, such a kiss, though chaste
+in appearance, may conjure up a terrific storm.
+
+"Will you always give it me like this?" the General asked
+humbly when he had pressed that dangerous hand respectfully to
+his lips.
+
+"Yes, but there we must stop," she said, smiling.  She sat
+down, and seemed very slow over putting on her gloves, trying to
+slip the unstretched kid over all her fingers at once, while she
+watched M. de Montriveau; and he was lost in admiration of the
+Duchess and those repeated graceful movements of hers.
+
+"Ah! you were punctual," she said; "that is right.  I like
+punctuality.  It is the courtesy of kings, His Majesty says; but
+to my thinking, from you men it is the most respectful flattery
+of all.  Now, is it not?  Just tell me."
+
+Again she gave him a side glance to express her insidious
+friendship, for he was dumb with happiness sheer happiness
+through such nothings as these!  Oh, the Duchess understood son
+metier de femme--the art and mystery of being a woman--most
+marvellously well; she knew, to admiration, how to raise a man in
+his own esteem as he humbled himself to her; how to reward every
+step of the descent to sentimental folly with hollow flatteries.
+
+"You will never forget to come at nine o'clock."
+
+"No; but are you going to a ball every night?"
+
+"Do I know?" she answered, with a little childlike shrug of the
+shoulders; the gesture was meant to say that she was nothing if
+not capricious, and that a lover must take her as she
+was.--"Besides," she added, "what is that to you?  You shall
+be my escort."
+
+"That would be difficult tonight," he objected; "I am not
+properly dressed."
+
+"It seems to me," she returned loftily, "that if anyone has a
+right to complain of your costume, it is I.  Know, therefore,
+monsieur le voyageur, that if I accept a man's arm, he is
+forthwith above the laws of fashion, nobody would venture to
+criticise him.  You do not know the world, I see; I like you the
+better for it."
+
+And even as she spoke she swept him into the pettiness of that
+world by the attempt to initiate him into the vanities of a woman
+of fashion.
+
+"If she chooses to do a foolish thing for me, I should be a
+simpleton to prevent her," said Armand to himself.  "She has a
+liking for me beyond a doubt; and as for the world, she cannot
+despise it more than I do.  So, now for the ball if she likes."
+
+The Duchess probably thought that if the General came with her
+and appeared in a ballroom in boots and a black tie, nobody would
+hesitate to believe that he was violently in love with her.  And
+the General was well pleased that the queen of fashion should
+think of compromising herself for him; hope gave him wit.  He had
+gained confidence, he brought out his thoughts and views; he felt
+nothing of the restraint that weighed on his spirits yesterday.
+His talk was interesting and animated, and full of those first
+confidences so sweet to make and to receive.
+
+Was Mme de Langeais really carried away by his talk, or had she
+devised this charming piece of coquetry?  At any rate, she looked
+up mischievously as the clock struck twelve.
+
+"Ah! you have made me too late for the ball!" she exclaimed,
+surprised and vexed that she had forgotten how time was going.
+
+The next moment she approved the exchange of pleasures with a
+smile that made Armand's heart give a sudden leap.
+
+"I certainly promised Mme de Beauseant," she added.  "They are
+all expecting me."
+
+"Very well--go."
+
+"No--go on.  I will stay.  Your Eastern adventures fascinate me.
+Tell me the whole story of your life.  I love to share in a brave
+man's hardships, and I feel them all, indeed I do!"
+
+She was playing with her scarf, twisting it and pulling it to
+pieces, with jerky, impatient movements that seemed to tell of
+inward dissatisfaction and deep reflection.
+
+"WE are fit for nothing," she went on.  "Ah! we are
+contemptible, selfish, frivolous creatures.  We can bore
+ourselves with amusements, and that is all we can do.  Not one of
+us that understands that she has a part to play in life.  In old
+days in France, women were beneficent lights; they lived to
+comfort those that mourned, to encourage high virtues, to reward
+artists and stir new life with noble thoughts.  If the world has
+grown so petty, ours is the fault.  You make me loathe the ball
+and this world in which I live.  No, I am not giving up much for
+you."
+
+She had plucked her scarf to pieces, as a child plays with a
+flower, pulling away all the petals one by one; and now she
+crushed it into a ball, and flung it away.  She could show her
+swan's neck.
+
+She rang the bell.  "I shall not go out tonight," she told the
+footman.  Her long, blue eyes turned timidly to Armand; and by
+the look of misgiving in them, he knew that he was meant to take
+the order for a confession, for a first and great favour.  There
+was a pause, filled with many thoughts, before she spoke with
+that tenderness which is often in women's voices, and not so
+often in their hearts. "You have had a hard life," she said.
+
+"No," returned Armand.  "Until today I did not know what
+happiness was."
+
+"Then you know it now?" she asked, looking at him with a
+demure, keen glance.
+
+"What is happiness for me henceforth but this--to see you, to
+hear you? . . .  Until now I have only known privation; now I
+know that I can be unhappy----"
+
+"That will do, that will do," she said.  "You must go; it is
+past midnight.  Let us regard appearances.  People must not talk
+about us.  I do not know quite what I shall say; but the headache
+is a good-natured friend, and tells no tales."
+
+"Is there to be a ball tomorrow night?"
+
+"You would grow accustomed to the life, I think.  Very well.
+Yes, we will go again tomorrow night."
+
+There was not a happier man in the world than Armand when he went
+out from her.  Every evening he came to Mme de Langeais's at the
+hour kept for him by a tacit understanding.
+
+It would be tedious, and, for the many young men who carry a
+redundance of such sweet memories in their hearts, it were
+superfluous to follow the story step by step--the progress of a
+romance growing in those hours spent together, a romance
+controlled entirely by a woman's will.  If sentiment went too
+fast, she would raise a quarrel over a word, or when words
+flagged behind her thoughts, she appealed to the feelings.
+Perhaps the only way of following such Penelope's progress is by
+marking its outward and visible signs.
+
+As, for instance, within a few days of their first meeting, the
+assiduous General had won and kept the right to kiss his lady's
+insatiable hands.  Wherever Mme de Langeais went, M. de
+Montriveau was certain to be seen, till people jokingly called
+him "Her Grace's orderly."  And already he had made enemies;
+others were jealous, and envied him his position.  Mme de
+Langeais had attained her end.  The Marquis de Montriveau was
+among her numerous train of adorers, and a means of humiliating
+those who boasted of their progress in her good graces, for she
+publicly gave him preference over them all.
+
+"Decidedly, M. de Montriveau is the man for whom the Duchess
+shows a preference," pronounced Mme de Serizy.
+
+And who in Paris does not know what it means when a woman "shows
+a preference?"  All went on therefore according to prescribed
+rule.  The anecdotes which people were pleased to circulate
+concerning the General put that warrior in so formidable a light,
+that the more adroit quietly dropped their pretensions to the
+Duchess, and remained in her train merely to turn the position to
+account, and to use her name and personality to make better terms
+for themselves with certain stars of the second magnitude.  And
+those lesser powers were delighted to take a lover away from Mme
+de Langeais.  The Duchess was keen-sighted enough to see these
+desertions and treaties with the enemy; and her pride would not
+suffer her to be the dupe of them.  As M. de Talleyrand, one of
+her great admirers, said, she knew how to take a second edition
+of revenge, laying the two-edged blade of a sarcasm between the
+pairs in these "morganatic" unions.  Her mocking disdain
+contributed not a little to increase her reputation as an
+extremely clever woman and a person to be feared.  Her character
+for virtue was consolidated while she amused herself with other
+people's secrets, and kept her own to herself.  Yet, after two
+months of assiduities, she saw with a vague dread in the depths
+of her soul that M. de Montriveau understood nothing of the
+subtleties of flirtation after the manner of the Faubourg
+Saint-Germain; he was taking a Parisienne's coquetry in earnest.
+
+"You will not tame HIM, dear Duchess," the old Vidame de
+Pamiers had said.  "'Tis a first cousin to the eagle; he will
+carry you off to his eyrie if you do not take care."
+
+Then Mme de Langeais felt afraid.  The shrewd old noble's words
+sounded like a prophecy.  The next day she tried to turn love to
+hate.  She was harsh, exacting, irritable, unbearable; Montriveau
+disarmed her with angelic sweetness.  She so little knew the
+great generosity of a large nature, that the kindly jests with
+which her first complaints were met went to her heart.  She
+sought a quarrel, and found proofs of affection.  She persisted.
+
+"When a man idolises you, how can he have vexed you?" asked
+Armand.
+
+"You do not vex me," she answered, suddenly grown gentle and
+submissive.  "But why do you wish to compromise me?  For me you
+ought to be nothing but a FRIEND.  Do you not know it?  I wish I
+could see that you had the instincts, the delicacy of real
+friendship, so that I might lose neither your respect nor the
+pleasure that your presence gives me."
+
+"Nothing but your FRIEND!" he cried out.  The terrible word
+sent an electric shock through his brain.  "On the faith of
+these happy hours that you grant me, I sleep and wake in your
+heart.  And now today, for no reason, you are pleased to destroy
+all the secret hopes by which I live.  You have required promises
+of such constancy in me, you have said so much of your horror of
+women made up of nothing but caprice; and now do you wish me to
+understand that, like other women here in Paris, you have
+passions, and know nothing of love?  If so, why did you ask my
+life of me? why did you accept it?"
+
+"I was wrong, my friend.  Oh, it is wrong of a woman to yield to
+such intoxication when she must not and cannot make any return."
+
+"I understand.  You have merely been coquetting with me,
+and----"
+
+"Coquetting?" she repeated.  "I detest coquetry.  A coquette
+Armand, makes promises to many, and gives herself to none; and a
+woman who keeps such promises is a libertine.  This much I
+believed I had grasped of our code.  But to be melancholy with
+humorists, gay with the frivolous, and politic with ambitious
+souls; to listen to a babbler with every appearance of
+admiration, to talk of war with a soldier, wax enthusiastic with
+philanthropists over the good of the nation, and to give to each
+one his little dole of flattery--it seems to me that this is as
+much a matter of necessity as dress, diamonds, and gloves, or
+flowers in one's hair.  Such talk is the moral counterpart of the
+toilette.  You take it up and lay it aside with the plumed
+head-dress.  Do you call this coquetry?  Why, I have never
+treated you as I treat everyone else.  With you, my friend, I am
+sincere.  Have I not always shared your views, and when you
+convinced me after a discussion, was I not always perfectly glad?
+In short, I love you, but only as a devout and pure woman may
+love.  I have thought it over.  I am a married woman, Armand.  My
+way of life with M. de Langeais gives me liberty to bestow my
+heart; but law and custom leave me no right to dispose of my
+person.  If a woman loses her honour, she is an outcast in any
+rank of life; and I have yet to meet with a single example of a
+man that realises all that our sacrifices demand of him in such a
+case.  Quite otherwise.  Anyone can foresee the rupture between
+Mme de Beauseant and M. d'Ajuda (for he is going to marry Mlle de
+Rochefide, it seems), that affair made it clear to my mind that
+these very sacrifices on the woman's part are almost always the
+cause of the man's desertion.  If you had loved me sincerely, you
+would have kept away for a time.--Now, I will lay aside all
+vanity for you; is not that something?  What will not people say
+of a woman to whom no man attaches himself?  Oh, she is
+heartless, brainless, soulless; and what is more, devoid of
+charm!  Coquettes will not spare me.  They will rob me of the
+very qualities that mortify them.  So long as my reputation is
+safe, what do I care if my rivals deny my merits?  They certainly
+will not inherit them.  Come, my friend; give up something for
+her who sacrifices so much for you.  Do not come quite so often;
+I shall love you none the less."
+
+"Ah!" said Armand, with the profound irony of a wounded heart
+in his words and tone.  "Love, so the scribblers say, only feeds
+on illusions.  Nothing could be truer, I see; I am expected to
+imagine that I am loved.  But, there!--there are some thoughts
+like wounds, from which there is no recovery.  My belief in you
+was one of the last left to me, and now I see that there is
+nothing left to believe in this earth."
+
+She began to smile.
+
+"Yes," Montriveau went on in an unsteady voice, "this Catholic
+faith to which you wish to convert me is a lie that men make for
+themselves; hope is a lie at the expense of the future; pride, a
+lie between us and our fellows; and pity, and prudence, and
+terror are cunning lies.  And now my happiness is to be one more
+lying delusion; I am expected to delude myself, to be willing to
+give gold coin for silver to the end.  If you can so easily
+dispense with my visits; if you can confess me neither as your
+friend nor your lover, you do not care for me!  And I, poor fool
+that I am, tell myself this, and know it, and love you!"
+
+"But, dear me, poor Armand, you are flying into a passion!"
+
+"I flying into a passion?"
+
+"Yes.  You think that the whole question is opened because I ask
+you to be careful."
+
+In her heart of hearts she was delighted with the anger that
+leapt out in her lover's eyes.  Even as she tortured him, she was
+criticising him, watching every slightest change that passed over
+his face.  If the General had been so unluckily inspired as to
+show himself generous without discussion (as happens occasionally
+with some artless souls), he would have been a banished man
+forever, accused and convicted of not knowing how to love.  Most
+women are not displeased to have their code of right and wrong
+broken through.  Do they not flatter themselves that they never
+yield except to force?  But Armand was not learned enough in this
+kind of lore to see the snare ingeniously spread for him by the
+Duchess.  So much of the child was there in the strong man in
+love.
+
+"If all you want is to preserve appearances," he began in his
+simplicity, "I am willing to----"
+
+"Simply to preserve appearances!" the lady broke in; "why,
+what idea can you have of me?  Have I given you the slightest
+reason to suppose that I can be yours?"
+
+"Why, what else are we talking about?" demanded Montriveau.
+
+"Monsieur, you frighten me ! . . .  No, pardon me.  Thank you,"
+she added, coldly; "thank you, Armand.  You have given me timely
+warning of imprudence; committed quite unconsciously, believe it,
+my friend.  You know how to endure, you say.  I also know how to
+endure.  We will not see each other for a time; and then, when
+both of us have contrived to recover calmness to some extent, we
+will think about arrangements for a happiness sanctioned by the
+world.  I am young, Armand; a man with no delicacy might tempt a
+woman of four-and-twenty to do many foolish, wild things for his
+sake.  But YOU!  You will be my friend, promise me that you
+will?"
+
+"The woman of four-and-twenty," returned he, "knows what she
+is about."
+
+He sat down on the sofa in the boudoir, and leant his head on his
+hands.
+
+"Do you love me, madame?" he asked at length, raising his head,
+and turning a face full of resolution upon her.  "Say it
+straight out; Yes or No!"
+
+His direct question dismayed the Duchess more than a threat of
+suicide could have done; indeed, the woman of the nineteenth
+century is not to be frightened by that stale stratagem, the
+sword has ceased to be part of the masculine costume.  But in the
+effect of eyelids and lashes, in the contraction of the gaze, in
+the twitching of the lips, is there not some influence that
+communicates the terror which they express with such vivid
+magnetic power?
+
+"Ah, if I were free, if----"
+
+"Oh! is it only your husband that stands in the way?" the
+General exclaimed joyfully, as he strode to and fro in the
+boudoir.  "Dear Antoinette, I wield a more absolute power than
+the Autocrat of all the Russias.  I have a compact with Fate; I
+can advance or retard destiny, so far as men are concerned, at my
+fancy, as you alter the hands of a watch.  If you can direct the
+course of fate in our political machinery, it simply means (does
+it not?) that you understand the ins and outs of it.  You shall
+be free before very long, and then you must remember your
+promise."
+
+"Armand!" she cried.  "What do you mean?  Great heavens!  Can
+you imagine that I am to be the prize of a crime?  Do you want to
+kill me?  Why! you cannot have any religion in you!  For my own
+part, I fear God.  M. de Langeais may have given me reason to
+hate him, but I wish him no manner of harm."
+
+M. de Montriveau beat a tattoo on the marble chimneypiece, and
+only looked composedly at the lady.
+
+"Dear," continued she, "respect him.  He does not love me, he
+is not kind to me, but I have duties to fulfil with regard to
+him.  What would I not do to avert the calamities with which you
+threaten him?--Listen," she continued after a pause, "I will
+not say another word about separation; you shall come here as in
+the past, and I will still give you my forehead to kiss.  If I
+refused once or twice, it was pure coquetry, indeed it was.  But
+let us understand each other," she added as he came closer.
+"You will permit me to add to the number of my satellites; to
+receive even more visitors in the morning than heretofore; I mean
+to be twice as frivolous; I mean to use you to all appearance
+very badly; to feign a rupture; you must come not quite so often,
+and then, afterwards----"
+
+While she spoke, she had allowed him to put an arm about her
+waist, Montriveau was holding her tightly to him, and she seemed
+to feel the exceeding pleasure that women usually feel in that
+close contact, an earnest of the bliss of a closer union.  And
+then, doubtless she meant to elicit some confidence, for she
+raised herself on tiptoe, and laid her forehead against Armand's
+burning lips.
+
+"And then," Montriveau finished her sentence for her, "you
+shall not speak to me of your husband.  You ought not to think of
+him again."
+
+Mme de Langeais was silent awhile.
+
+"At least," she said, after a significant pause, "at least you
+will do all that I wish without grumbling, you will not be
+naughty; tell me so, my friend?  You wanted to frighten me, did
+you not?  Come, now, confess it ? . . .  You are too good ever to
+think of crimes.  But is it possible that you can have secrets
+that I do not know?  How can you control Fate?"
+
+"Now, when you confirm the gift of the heart that you have
+already given me, I am far too happy to know exactly how to
+answer you.  I can trust you, Antoinette; I shall have no
+suspicion, no unfounded jealousy of you.  But if accident should
+set you free, we shall be one----"
+
+"Accident, Armand?" (With that little dainty turn of the head
+that seems to say so many things, a gesture that such women as
+the Duchess can use on light occasions, as a great singer can act
+with her voice.)  "Pure accident," she repeated.  "Mind that.
+If anything should happen to M. de Langeais by your fault, I
+should never be yours."
+
+And so they parted, mutually content.  The Duchess had made a
+pact that left her free to prove to the world by words and deeds
+that M. de Montriveau was no lover of hers.  And as for him, the
+wily Duchess vowed to tire him out.  He should have nothing of
+her beyond the little concessions snatched in the course of
+contests that she could stop at her pleasure.  She had so pretty
+an art of revoking the grant of yesterday, she was so much in
+earnest in her purpose to remain technically virtuous, that she
+felt that there was not the slightest danger for her in
+preliminaries fraught with peril for a woman less sure of her
+self-command.  After all, the Duchess was practically separated
+from her husband; a marriage long since annulled was no great
+sacrifice to make to her love.
+
+Montriveau on his side was quite happy to win the vaguest
+promise, glad once for all to sweep aside, with all scruples of
+conjugal fidelity, her stock of excuses for refusing herself to
+his love.  He had gained ground a little, and congratulated
+himself.  And so for a time he took unfair advantage of the
+rights so hardly won.  More a boy than he had ever been in his
+life, he gave himself up to all the childishness that makes first
+love the flower of life.  He was a child again as he poured out
+all his soul, all the thwarted forces that passion had given him,
+upon her hands, upon the dazzling forehead that looked so pure to
+his eyes; upon her fair hair; on the tufted curls where his lips
+were pressed.  And the Duchess, on whom his love was poured like
+a flood, was vanquished by the magnetic influence of her lover's
+warmth; she hesitated to begin the quarrel that must part them
+forever.  She was more a woman than she thought, this slight
+creature, in her effort to reconcile the demands of religion with
+the ever-new sensations of vanity, the semblance of pleasure
+which turns a Parisienne's head.  Every Sunday she went to Mass;
+she never missed a service; then, when evening came, she was
+steeped in the intoxicating bliss of repressed desire.  Armand
+and Mme de Langeais, like Hindoo fakirs, found the reward of
+their continence in the temptations to which it gave rise.
+Possibly, the Duchess had ended by resolving love into fraternal
+caresses, harmless enough, as it might have seemed to the rest of
+the world, while they borrowed extremes of degradation from the
+licence of her thoughts.  How else explain the incomprehensible
+mystery of her continual fluctuations?  Every morning she
+proposed to herself to shut her door on the Marquis de
+Montriveau; every evening, at the appointed hour, she fell under
+the charm of his presence.  There was a languid defence; then she
+grew less unkind.  Her words were sweet and soothing.  They were
+lovers--lovers only could have been thus.  For him the Duchess
+would display her most sparkling wit, her most captivating wiles;
+and when at last she had wrought upon his senses and his soul,
+she might submit herself passively to his fierce caresses, but
+she had her nec plus ultra of passion; and when once it was
+reached, she grew angry if he lost the mastery of himself and
+made as though he would pass beyond.  No woman on earth can brave
+the consequences of refusal without some motive; nothing is more
+natural than to yield to love; wherefore Mme de Langeais promptly
+raised a second line of fortification, a stronghold less easy to
+carry than the first.  She evoked the terrors of religion.  Never
+did Father of the Church, however eloquent, plead the cause of
+God better than the Duchess.  Never was the wrath of the Most
+High better justified than by her voice.  She used no preacher's
+commonplaces, no rhetorical amplifications.  No.  She had a
+"pulpit-tremor" of her own.  To Armand's most passionate
+entreaty, she replied with a tearful gaze, and a gesture in which
+a terrible plenitude of emotion found expression.  She stopped
+his mouth with an appeal for mercy.  She would not hear another
+word; if she did, she must succumb; and better death than
+criminal happiness.
+
+"Is it nothing to disobey God?" she asked him, recovering a
+voice grown faint in the crises of inward struggles, through
+which the fair actress appeared to find it hard to preserve her
+self-control.  "I would sacrifice society, I would give up the
+whole world for you, gladly; but it is very selfish of you to ask
+my whole after-life of me for a moment of pleasure.  Come, now!
+are you not happy?" she added, holding out her hand; and
+certainly in her careless toilette the sight of her afforded
+consolations to her lover, who made the most of them.
+
+Sometimes from policy, to keep her hold on a man whose ardent
+passion gave her emotions unknown before, sometimes in weakness,
+she suffered him to snatch a swift kiss; and immediately, in
+feigned terror, she flushed red and exiled Armand from the sofa
+so soon as the sofa became dangerous ground.
+
+"Your joys are sins for me to expiate, Armand; they are paid for
+by penitence and remorse," she cried.
+
+And Montriveau, now at two chairs' distance from that
+aristocratic petticoat, betook himself to blasphemy and railed
+against Providence.  The Duchess grew angry at such times.
+
+"My friend," she said drily, "I do not understand why you
+decline to believe in God, for it is impossible to believe in
+man.  Hush, do not talk like that.  You have too great a nature
+to take up their Liberal nonsense with its pretension to abolish
+God."
+
+Theological and political disputes acted like a cold douche on
+Montriveau; he calmed down; he could not return to love when the
+Duchess stirred up his wrath by suddenly setting him down a
+thousand miles away from the boudoir, discussing theories of
+absolute monarchy, which she defended to admiration.  Few women
+venture to be democrats; the attitude of democratic champion is
+scarcely compatible with tyrannous feminine sway.  But often, on
+the other hand, the General shook out his mane, dropped politics
+with a leonine growling and lashing of the flanks, and sprang
+upon his prey; he was no longer capable of carrying a heart and
+brain at such variance for very far; he came back, terrible with
+love, to his mistress.  And she, if she felt the prick of fancy
+stimulated to a dangerous point, knew that it was time to leave
+her boudoir; she came out of the atmosphere surcharged with
+desires that she drew in with her breath, sat down to the piano,
+and sang the most exquisite songs of modern music, and so baffled
+the physical attraction which at times showed her no mercy,
+though she was strong enough to fight it down.
+
+At such times she was something sublime in Armand's eyes; she was
+not acting, she was genuine; the unhappy lover was convinced that
+she loved him.  Her egoistic resistance deluded him into a belief
+that she was a pure and sainted woman; he resigned himself; he
+talked of Platonic love, did this artillery officer!
+
+When Mme de Langeais had played with religion sufficiently to
+suit her own purposes, she played with it again for Armand's
+benefit.  She wanted to bring him back to a Christian frame of
+mind; she brought out her edition of Le Genie du Christianisme,
+adapted for the use of military men.  Montriveau chafed; his yoke
+was heavy.  Oh! at that, possessed by the spirit of
+contradiction, she dinned religion into his ears, to see whether
+God might not rid her of this suitor, for the man's persistence
+was beginning to frighten her.  And in any case she was glad to
+prolong any quarrel, if it bade fair to keep the dispute on moral
+grounds for an indefinite period; the material struggle which
+followed it was more dangerous.
+
+But if the time of her opposition on the ground of the marriage
+law might be said to be the epoque civile of this sentimental
+warfare, the ensuing phase which might be taken to constitute the
+epoque religieuse had also its crisis and consequent decline of
+severity.
+
+Armand happening to come in very early one evening, found M.
+l'Abbe Gondrand, the Duchess's spiritual director, established in
+an armchair by the fireside, looking as a spiritual director
+might be expected to look while digesting his dinner and the
+charming sins of his penitent.  In the ecclesiastic's bearing
+there was a stateliness befitting a dignitary of the Church; and
+the episcopal violet hue already appeared in his dress.  At sight
+of his fresh, well-preserved complexion, smooth forehead, and
+ascetic's mouth, Montriveau's countenance grew uncommonly dark;
+he said not a word under the malicious scrutiny of the other's
+gaze, and greeted neither the lady nor the priest.  The lover
+apart, Montriveau was not wanting in tact; so a few glances
+exchanged with the bishop-designate told him that here was the
+real forger of the Duchess's armoury of scruples.
+
+That an ambitious abbe should control the happiness of a man of
+Montriveau's temper, and by underhand ways!  The thought burst in
+a furious tide over his face, clenched his fists, and set him
+chafing and pacing to and fro; but when he came back to his place
+intending to make a scene, a single look from the Duchess was
+enough.  He was quiet.
+
+Any other woman would have been put out by her lover's gloomy
+silence; it was quite otherwise with Mme de Langeais.  She
+continued her conversation with M. de Gondrand on the necessity
+of re-establishing the Church in its ancient splendour.  And she
+talked brilliantly.
+
+The Church, she maintained, ought to be a temporal as well as a
+spiritual power, stating her case better than the Abbe had done,
+and regretting that the Chamber of Peers, unlike the English
+House of Lords, had no bench of bishops.  Nevertheless, the Abbe
+rose, yielded his place to the General, and took his leave,
+knowing that in Lent he could play a return game.  As for the
+Duchess, Montriveau's behaviour had excited her curiosity to such
+a pitch that she scarcely rose to return her director's low bow.
+
+"What is the matter with you, my friend?"
+
+"Why, I cannot stomach that Abbe of yours."
+
+"Why did you not take a book?" she asked, careless whether the
+Abbe, then closing the door, heard her or no.
+
+The General paused, for the gesture which accompanied the
+Duchess's speech further increased the exceeding insolence of her
+words.
+
+"My dear Antoinette, thank you for giving love precedence of the
+Church; but, for pity's sake, allow me to ask one question."
+
+"Oh! you are questioning me!  I am quite willing.  You are my
+friend, are you not?  I certainly can open the bottom of my heart
+to you; you will see only one image there."
+
+"Do you talk about our love to that man?"
+
+"He is my confessor."
+
+"Does he know that I love you?"
+
+"M. de Montriveau, you cannot claim, I think, to penetrate the
+secrets of the confessional?"
+
+"Does that man know all about our quarrels and my love for
+you?"
+
+"That man, monsieur; say God!"
+
+"God again!  /I/ ought to be alone in your heart.  But leave God
+alone where He is, for the love of God and me.  Madame, you SHALL
+NOT go to confession again, or----"
+
+"Or?" she repeated sweetly.
+
+"Or I will never come back here."
+
+"Then go, Armand.  Good-bye, good-bye forever."
+
+She rose and went to her boudoir without so much as a glance at
+Armand, as he stood with his hand on the back of a chair.  How
+long he stood there motionless he himself never knew.  The soul
+within has the mysterious power of expanding as of contracting
+space.
+
+He opened the door of the boudoir.  It was dark within.  A faint
+voice was raised to say sharply--
+
+"I did not ring.  What made you come in without orders?  Go
+away, Suzette."
+
+"Then you are ill," exclaimed Montriveau.
+
+"Stand up, monsieur, and go out of the room for a minute at any
+rate," she said, ringing the bell.
+
+"Mme la Duchesse rang for lights?" said the footman, coming in
+with the candles.  When the lovers were alone together, Mme de
+Langeais still lay on her couch; she was just as silent and
+motionless as if Montriveau had not been there.
+
+"Dear, I was wrong," he began, a note of pain and a sublime
+kindness in his voice.  "Indeed, I would not have you without
+religion----"
+
+"It is fortunate that you can recognise the necessity of a
+conscience," she said in a hard voice, without looking at him.
+"I thank you in God's name."
+
+The General was broken down by her harshness; this woman seemed
+as if she could be at will a sister or a stranger to him.  He
+made one despairing stride towards the door.  He would leave her
+forever without another word.  He was wretched; and the Duchess
+was laughing within herself over mental anguish far more cruel
+than the old judicial torture.  But as for going away, it was not
+in his power to do it.  In any sort of crisis, a woman is, as it
+were, bursting with a certain quantity of things to say; so long
+as she has not delivered herself of them, she experiences the
+sensation which we are apt to feel at the sight of something
+incomplete.  Mme de Langeais had not said all that was in her
+mind.  She took up her parable and said--
+
+"We have not the same convictions, General, I am pained to
+think.  It would be dreadful if a woman could not believe in a
+religion which permits us to love beyond the grave.  I set
+Christian sentiments aside; you cannot understand them.  Let me
+simply speak to you of expediency.  Would you forbid a woman at
+court the table of the Lord when it is customary to take the
+sacrament at Easter?  People must certainly do something for
+their party.  The Liberals, whatever they may wish to do, will
+never destroy the religious instinct.  Religion will always be a
+political necessity.  Would you undertake to govern a nation of
+logic-choppers?  Napoleon was afraid to try; he persecuted
+ideologists.  If you want to keep people from reasoning, you must
+give them something to feel.  So let us accept the Roman Catholic
+Church with all its consequences.  And if we would have France go
+to mass, ought we not to begin by going ourselves?  Religion, you
+see, Armand, is a bond uniting all the conservative principles
+which enable the rich to live in tranquillity.  Religion and the
+rights of property are intimately connected.  It is certainly a
+finer thing to lead a nation by ideas of morality than by fear of
+the scaffold, as in the time of the Terror--the one method by
+which your odious Revolution could enforce obedience.  The priest
+and the king--that means you, and me, and the Princess my
+neighbour; and, in a word, the interests of all honest people
+personified.  There, my friend, just be so good as to belong to
+your party, you that might be its Sylla if you had the slightest
+ambition that way.  I know nothing about politics myself; I argue
+from my own feelings; but still I know enough to guess that
+society would be overturned if people were always calling its
+foundations in question----"
+
+"If that is how your Court and your Government think, I am sorry
+for you," broke in Montriveau.  "The Restoration, madam, ought
+to say, like Catherine de Medici, when she heard that the battle
+of Dreux was lost, `Very well; now we will go to the
+meeting-house.'  Now 1815 was your battle of Dreux.  Like the
+royal power of those days, you won in fact, while you lost in
+right.  Political Protestantism has gained an ascendancy over
+people's minds.  If you have no mind to issue your Edict of
+Nantes; or if, when it is issued, you publish a Revocation; if
+you should one day be accused and convicted of repudiating the
+Charter, which is simply a pledge given to maintain the interests
+established under the Republic, then the Revolution will rise
+again, terrible in her strength, and strike but a single blow.
+It will not be the Revolution that will go into exile; she is the
+very soil of France.  Men die, but people's interests do not die.
+. . .  Eh, great Heavens! what are France and the crown and
+rightful sovereigns, and the whole world besides, to us?  Idle
+words compared with my happiness.  Let them reign or be hurled
+from the throne, little do I care.  Where am I now?"
+
+"In the Duchesse de Langeais's boudoir, my friend."
+
+"No, no.  No more of the Duchess, no more of Langeais; I am with
+my dear Antoinette."
+
+"Will you do me the pleasure to stay where you are," she said,
+laughing and pushing him back, gently however.
+
+"So you have never loved me," he retorted, and anger flashed in
+lightning from his eyes.
+
+"No, dear"; but the "No" was equivalent to "Yes."
+
+"I am a great ass," he said, kissing her hands.  The terrible
+queen was a woman once more.--"Antoinette," he went on, laying
+his head on her feet, "you are too chastely tender to speak of
+our happiness to anyone in this world."
+
+"Oh!" she cried, rising to her feet with a swift, graceful
+spring, "you are a great simpleton."  And without another word
+she fled into the drawing-room.
+
+"What is it now?" wondered the General, little knowing that the
+touch of his burning forehead had sent a swift electric thrill
+through her from foot to head.
+
+In hot wrath he followed her to the drawing-room, only to hear
+divinely sweet chords.  The Duchess was at the piano.  If the man
+of science or the poet can at once enjoy and comprehend, bringing
+his intelligence to bear upon his enjoyment without loss of
+delight, he is conscious that the alphabet and phraseology of
+music are but cunning instruments for the composer, like the wood
+and copper wire under the hands of the executant.  For the poet
+and the man of science there is a music existing apart,
+underlying the double expression of this language of the spirit
+and senses.  Andiamo mio ben can draw tears of joy or pitying
+laughter at the will of the singer; and not unfrequently one here
+and there in the world, some girl unable to live and bear the
+heavy burden of an unguessed pain, some man whose soul vibrates
+with the throb of passion, may take up a musical theme, and lo!
+heaven is opened for them, or they find a language for themselves
+in some sublime melody, some song lost to the world.
+
+The General was listening now to such a song; a mysterious music
+unknown to all other ears, as the solitary plaint of some
+mateless bird dying alone in a virgin forest.
+
+"Great Heavens! what are you playing there?" he asked in an
+unsteady voice.
+
+"The prelude of a ballad, called, I believe, Fleuve du Tage."
+
+"I did not know that there was such music in a piano," he
+returned.
+
+"Ah!" she said, and for the first time she looked at him as a
+woman looks at the man she loves, "nor do you know, my friend,
+that I love you, and that you cause me horrible suffering; and
+that I feel that I must utter my cry of pain without putting it
+too plainly into words.  If I did not, I should yield----But you
+see nothing."
+
+"And you will not make me happy!"
+
+"Armand, I should die of sorrow the next day."
+
+The General turned abruptly from her and went.  But out in the
+street he brushed away the tears that he would not let fall.
+
+The religious phase lasted for three months.  At the end of that
+time the Duchess grew weary of vain repetitions; the Deity, bound
+hand and foot, was delivered up to her lover.  Possibly she may
+have feared that by sheer dint of talking of eternity she might
+perpetuate his love in this world and the next.  For her own
+sake, it must be believed that no man had touched her heart, or
+her conduct would be inexcusable.  She was young; the time when
+men and women feel that they cannot afford to lose time or to
+quibble over their joys was still far off.  She, no doubt, was on
+the verge not of first love, but of her first experience of the
+bliss of love.  And from inexperience, for want of the painful
+lessons which would have taught her to value the treasure poured
+out at her feet, she was playing with it.  Knowing nothing of the
+glory and rapture of the light, she was fain to stay in the
+shadow.
+
+Armand was just beginning to understand this strange situation;
+he put his hope in the first word spoken by nature.  Every
+evening, as he came away from Mme de Langeais's, he told himself
+that no woman would accept the tenderest, most delicate proofs of
+a man's love during seven months, nor yield passively to the
+slighter demands of passion, only to cheat love at the last.  He
+was waiting patiently for the sun to gain power, not doubting but
+that he should receive the earliest fruits.  The married woman's
+hesitations and the religious scruples he could quite well
+understand.  He even rejoiced over those battles.  He mistook the
+Duchess's heartless coquetry for modesty; and he would not have
+had her otherwise.  So he had loved to see her devising
+obstacles; was he not gradually triumphing over them?  Did not
+every victory won swell the meagre sum of lovers' intimacies long
+denied, and at last conceded with every sign of love?  Still, he
+had had such leisure to taste the full sweetness of every small
+successive conquest on which a lover feeds his love, that these
+had come to be matters of use and wont.  So far as obstacles
+went, there were none now save his own awe of her; nothing else
+left between him and his desire save the whims of her who allowed
+him to call her Antoinette.  So he made up his mind to demand
+more, to demand all.  Embarrassed like a young lover who cannot
+dare to believe that his idol can stoop so low, he hesitated for
+a long time.  He passed through the experience of terrible
+reactions within himself.  A set purpose was annihilated by a
+word, and definite resolves died within him on the threshold.  He
+despised himself for his weakness, and still his desire remained
+unuttered.
+
+Nevertheless, one evening, after sitting in gloomy melancholy, he
+brought out a fierce demand for his illegally legitimate rights.
+The Duchess had not to wait for her bond-slave's request to guess
+his desire.  When was a man's desire a secret?  And have not
+women an intuitive knowledge of the meaning of certain changes of
+countenance?
+
+"What! you wish to be my friend no longer?" she broke in at the
+first words, and a divine red surging like new blood under the
+transparent skin, lent brightness to her eyes.  "As a reward for
+my generosity, you would dishonour me?  Just reflect a little.  I
+myself have thought much over this; and I think always for us
+BOTH.  There is such a thing as a woman's loyalty, and we can no
+more fail in it than you can fail in honour.  /I/ cannot blind
+myself.  If I am yours, how, in any sense, can I be M. de
+Langeais's wife?  Can you require the sacrifice of my position,
+my rank, my whole life in return for a doubtful love that could
+not wait patiently for seven months?  What! already you would rob
+me of my right to dispose of myself?  No, no; you must not talk
+like this again.  No, not another word.  I will not, I cannot
+listen to you."
+
+Mme de Langeais raised both hands to her head to push back the
+tufted curls from her hot forehead; she seemed very much excited.
+
+"You come to a weak woman with your purpose definitely planned
+out.  You say--`For a certain length of time she will talk to me
+of her husband, then of God, and then of the inevitable
+consequences.  But I will use and abuse the ascendancy I shall
+gain over her; I will make myself indispensable; all the bonds of
+habit, all the misconstructions of outsiders, will make for me;
+and at length, when our liaison is taken for granted by all the
+world, I shall be this woman's master.'--Now, be frank; these are
+your thoughts!  Oh! you calculate, and you say that you love.
+Shame on you!  You are enamoured?  Ah! that I well believe!  You
+wish to possess me, to have me for your mistress, that is all!
+Very well then, No!  The DUCHESSE DE LANGEAIS will not descend so
+far.  Simple bourgeoises may be the victims of your treachery--I,
+never!  Nothing gives me assurance of your love.  You speak of my
+beauty; I may lose every trace of it in six months, like the dear
+Princess, my neighbour.  You are captivated by my wit, my grace.
+Great Heavens! you would soon grow used to them and to the
+pleasures of possession.  Have not the little concessions that I
+was weak enough to make come to be a matter of course in the last
+few months?  Some day, when ruin comes, you will give me no
+reason for the change in you beyond a curt, `I have ceased to
+care for you.'--Then, rank and fortune and honour and all that
+was the Duchesse de Langeais will be swallowed up in one
+disappointed hope.  I shall have children to bear witness to my
+shame, and----"  With an involuntary gesture she interrupted
+herself, and continued:  "But I am too good-natured to explain
+all this to you when you know it better than I.  Come! let us
+stay as we are.  I am only too fortunate in that I can still
+break these bonds which you think so strong.  Is there anything
+so very heroic in coming to the Hotel de Langeais to spend an
+evening with a woman whose prattle amuses you?--a woman whom you
+take for a plaything?  Why, half a dozen young coxcombs come here
+just as regularly every afternoon between three and five.  They,
+too, are very generous, I am to suppose?  I make fun of them;
+they stand my petulance and insolence pretty quietly, and make me
+laugh; but as for you, I give all the treasures of my soul to
+you, and you wish to ruin me, you try my patience in endless
+ways.  Hush, that will do, that will do," she continued, seeing
+that he was about to speak, "you have no heart, no soul, no
+delicacy.  I know what you want to tell me.  Very well,
+then--yes.  I would rather you should take me for a cold,
+insensible woman, with no devotion in her composition, no heart
+even, than be taken by everybody else for a vulgar person, and be
+condemned to your so-called pleasures, of which you would most
+certainly tire, and to everlasting punishment for it afterwards.
+Your selfish love is not worth so many sacrifices. . . ."
+
+The words give but a very inadequate idea of the discourse which
+the Duchess trilled out with the quick volubility of a
+bird-organ.  Nor, truly, was there anything to prevent her from
+talking on for some time to come, for poor Armand's only reply to
+the torrent of flute notes was a silence filled with cruelly
+painful thoughts.  He was just beginning to see that this woman
+was playing with him; he divined instinctively that a devoted
+love, a responsive love, does not reason and count the
+consequences in this way.  Then, as he heard her reproach him
+with detestable motives, he felt something like shame as he
+remembered that unconsciously he had made those very
+calculations.  With angelic honesty of purpose, he looked within,
+and self-examination found nothing but selfishness in all his
+thoughts and motives, in the answers which he framed and could
+not utter.  He was self-convicted.  In his despair he longed to
+fling himself from the window.  The egoism of it was intolerable.
+
+What indeed can a man say when a woman will not believe in love?
+Let me prove how much I love you.--The /I/ is always there.
+
+The heroes of the boudoir, in such circumstances, can follow the
+example of the primitive logician who preceded the Pyrrhonists
+and denied movement.  Montriveau was not equal to this feat.
+With all his audacity, he lacked this precise kind which never
+deserts an adept in the formulas of feminine algebra.  If so many
+women, and even the best of women, fall a prey to a kind of
+expert to whom the vulgar give a grosser name, it is perhaps
+because the said experts are great PROVERS, and love, in spite of
+its delicious poetry of sentiment, requires a little more
+geometry than people are wont to think.
+
+Now the Duchess and Montriveau were alike in this--they were both
+equally unversed in love lore.  The lady's knowledge of theory
+was but scanty; in practice she knew nothing whatever; she felt
+nothing, and reflected over everything.  Montriveau had had but
+little experience, was absolutely ignorant of theory, and felt
+too much to reflect at all.  Both therefore were enduring the
+consequences of the singular situation.  At that supreme moment
+the myriad thoughts in his mind might have been reduced to the
+formula--"Submit to be mine ----' words which seem horribly
+selfish to a woman for whom they awaken no memories, recall no
+ideas.  Something nevertheless he must say.  And what was more,
+though her barbed shafts had set his blood tingling, though the
+short phrases that she discharged at him one by one were very
+keen and sharp and cold, he must control himself lest he should
+lose all by an outbreak of anger.
+
+"Mme la Duchesse, I am in despair that God should have invented
+no way for a woman to confirm the gift of her heart save by
+adding the gift of her person.  The high value which you yourself
+put upon the gift teaches me that I cannot attach less importance
+to it.  If you have given me your inmost self and your whole
+heart, as you tell me, what can the rest matter?  And besides, if
+my happiness means so painful a sacrifice, let us say no more
+about it.  But you must pardon a man of spirit if he feels
+humiliated at being taken for a spaniel."
+
+The tone in which the last remark was uttered might perhaps have
+frightened another woman; but when the wearer of a petticoat has
+allowed herself to be addressed as a Divinity, and thereby set
+herself above all other mortals, no power on earth can be so
+haughty.
+
+"M. le Marquis, I am in despair that God should not have
+invented some nobler way for a man to confirm the gift of his
+heart than by the manifestation of prodigiously vulgar desires.
+We become bond-slaves when we give ourselves body and soul, but a
+man is bound to nothing by accepting the gift.  Who will assure
+me that love will last?  The very love that I might show for you
+at every moment, the better to keep your love, might serve you as
+a reason for deserting me.  I have no wish to be a second edition
+of Mme de Beauseant.  Who can ever know what it is that keeps you
+beside us?  Our persistent coldness of heart is the cause of an
+unfailing passion in some of you; other men ask for an untiring
+devotion, to be idolised at every moment; some for gentleness,
+others for tyranny.  No woman in this world as yet has really
+read the riddle of man's heart."
+
+There was a pause.  When she spoke again it was in a different
+tone.
+
+"After all, my friend, you cannot prevent a woman from trembling
+at the question, `Will this love last always?'  Hard though my
+words may be, the dread of losing you puts them into my mouth.
+Oh, me! it is not I who speaks, dear, it is reason; and how
+should anyone so mad as I be reasonable?  In truth, I am nothing
+of the sort."
+
+The poignant irony of her answer had changed before the end into
+the most musical accents in which a woman could find utterance
+for ingenuous love.  To listen to her words was to pass in a
+moment from martyrdom to heaven.  Montriveau grew pale; and for
+the first time in his life, he fell on his knees before a woman.
+He kissed the Duchess's skirt hem, her knees, her feet; but for
+the credit of the Faubourg Saint-Germain it is necessary to
+respect the mysteries of its boudoirs, where many are fain to
+take the utmost that Love can give without giving proof of love
+in return.
+
+The Duchess thought herself generous when she suffered herself to
+be adored.  But Montriveau was in a wild frenzy of joy over her
+complete surrender of the position.
+
+"Dear Antoinette," he cried.  "Yes, you are right; I will not
+have you doubt any longer.  I too am trembling at this
+moment--lest the angel of my life should leave me; I wish I could
+invent some tie that might bind us to each other irrevocably."
+
+"Ah!" she said, under her breath, "so I was right, you see."
+
+"Let me say all that I have to say; I will scatter all your
+fears with a word.  Listen! if I deserted you, I should deserve
+to die a thousand deaths.  Be wholly mine, and I will give you
+the right to kill me if I am false.  I myself will write a letter
+explaining certain reasons for taking my own life; I will make my
+final arrangements, in short.  You shall have the letter in your
+keeping; in the eye of the law it will be a sufficient
+explanation of my death.  You can avenge yourself, and fear
+nothing from God or men."
+
+"What good would the letter be to me?  What would life be if I
+had lost your love?  If I wished to kill you, should I not be
+ready to follow?  No; thank you for the thought, but I do not
+want the letter.  Should I not begin to dread that you were
+faithful to me through fear?  And if a man knows that he must
+risk his life for a stolen pleasure, might it not seem more
+tempting?  Armand, the thing I ask of you is the one hard thing
+to do."
+
+"Then what is it that you wish?"
+
+"Your obedience and my liberty."
+
+"Ah, God!" cried he, "I am a child."
+
+"A wayward, much spoilt child," she said, stroking the thick
+hair, for his head still lay on her knee.  "Ah! and loved far
+more than he believes, and yet he is very disobedient.  Why not
+stay as we are?  Why not sacrifice to me the desires that hurt
+me?  Why not take what I can give, when it is all that I can
+honestly grant?  Are you not happy?"
+
+"Oh yes, I am happy when I have not a doubt left.  Antoinette,
+doubt in love is a kind of death, is it not?"
+
+In a moment he showed himself as he was, as all men are under the
+influence of that hot fever; he grew eloquent, insinuating.  And
+the Duchess tasted the pleasures which she reconciled with her
+conscience by some private, Jesuitical ukase of her own; Armand's
+love gave her a thrill of cerebral excitement which custom made
+as necessary to her as society, or the Opera.  To feel that she
+was adored by this man, who rose above other men, whose character
+frightened her; to treat him like a child; to play with him as
+Poppaea played with Nero--many women, like the wives of King
+Henry VIII, have paid for such a perilous delight with all the
+blood in their veins.  Grim presentiment!  Even as she
+surrendered the delicate, pale, gold curls to his touch, and felt
+the close pressure of his hand, the little hand of a man whose
+greatness she could not mistake; even as she herself played with
+his dark, thick locks, in that boudoir where she reigned a queen,
+the Duchess would say to herself--
+
+"This man is capable of killing me if he once finds out that I
+am playing with him."
+
+Armand de Montriveau stayed with her till two o'clock in the
+morning.  From that moment this woman, whom he loved, was neither
+a duchess nor a Navarreins; Antoinette, in her disguises, had
+gone so far as to appear to be a woman.  On that most blissful
+evening, the sweetest prelude ever played by a Parisienne to what
+the world calls "a slip"; in spite of all her affectations of a
+coyness which she did not feel, the General saw all maidenly
+beauty in her.  He had some excuse for believing that so many
+storms of caprice had been but clouds covering a heavenly soul;
+that these must be lifted one by one like the veils that hid her
+divine loveliness.  The Duchess became, for him, the most simple
+and girlish mistress; she was the one woman in the world for him;
+and he went away quite happy in that at last he had brought her
+to give him such pledges of love, that it seemed to him
+impossible but that he should be but her husband henceforth in
+secret, her choice sanctioned by Heaven.
+
+Armand went slowly home, turning this thought in his mind with
+the impartiality of a man who is conscious of all the
+responsibilities that love lays on him while he tastes the
+sweetness of its joys.  He went along the Quais to see the widest
+possible space of sky; his heart had grown in him; he would fain
+have had the bounds of the firmament and of earth enlarged.  It
+seemed to him that his lungs drew an ampler breath.
+
+In the course of his self-examination, as he walked, he vowed to
+love this woman so devoutly, that every day of her life she
+should find absolution for her sins against society in unfailing
+happiness.  Sweet stirrings of life when life is at the full!
+The man that is strong enough to steep his soul in the colour of
+one emotion, feels infinite joy as glimpses open out for him of
+an ardent lifetime that knows no diminution of passion to the
+end; even so it is permitted to certain mystics, in ecstasy, to
+behold the Light of God.  Love would be naught without the belief
+that it would last forever; love grows great through constancy.
+It was thus that, wholly absorbed by his happiness, Montriveau
+understood passion.
+
+"We belong to each other forever!"
+
+The thought was like a talisman fulfilling the wishes of his
+life.  He did not ask whether the Duchess might not change,
+whether her love might not last.  No, for he had faith.  Without
+that virtue there is no future for Christianity, and perhaps it
+is even more necessary to society.  A conception of life as
+feeling occurred to him for the first time; hitherto he had lived
+by action, the most strenuous exertion of human energies, the
+physical devotion, as it may be called, of the soldier.
+
+Next day M. de Montriveau went early in the direction of the
+Faubourg Saint-Germain.  He had made an appointment at a house
+not far from the Hotel de Langeais; and the business over, he
+went thither as if to his own home.  The General's companion
+chanced to be a man for whom he felt a kind of repulsion whenever
+he met him in other houses.  This was the Marquis de
+Ronquerolles, whose reputation had grown so great in Paris
+boudoirs.  He was witty, clever, and what was more--courageous;
+he set the fashion to all the young men in Paris.  As a man of
+gallantry, his success and experience were equally matters of
+envy; and neither fortune nor birth was wanting in his case,
+qualifications which add such lustre in Paris to a reputation as
+a leader of fashion.
+
+"Where are you going?" asked M. de Ronquerolles.
+
+"To Mme de Langeais's."
+
+"Ah, true.  I forgot that you had allowed her to lime you.  You
+are wasting your affections on her when they might be much better
+employed elsewhere.  I could have told you of half a score of
+women in the financial world, any one of them a thousand times
+better worth your while than that titled courtesan, who does with
+her brains what less artificial women do with----"
+
+"What is this, my dear fellow?" Armand broke in.  "The Duchess
+is an angel of innocence."
+
+Ronquerolles began to laugh.
+
+"Things being thus, dear boy," said he, "it is my duty to
+enlighten you.  Just a word; there is no harm in it between
+ourselves.  Has the Duchess surrendered?  If so, I have nothing
+more to say.  Come, give me your confidence.  There is no
+occasion to waste your time in grafting your great nature on that
+unthankful stock, when all your hopes and cultivation will come
+to nothing."
+
+Armand ingenuously made a kind of general report of his position,
+enumerating with much minuteness the slender rights so hardly
+won.  Ronquerolles burst into a peal of laughter so heartless,
+that it would have cost any other man his life.  But from their
+manner of speaking and looking at each other during that colloquy
+beneath the wall, in a corner almost as remote from intrusion as
+the desert itself, it was easy to imagine the friendship between
+the two men knew no bounds, and that no power on earth could
+estrange them.
+
+"My dear Armand, why did you not tell me that the Duchess was a
+puzzle to you?  I would have given you a little advice which
+might have brought your flirtation properly through.  You must
+know, to begin with, that the women of our Faubourg, like any
+other women, love to steep themselves in love; but they have a
+mind to possess and not to be possessed.  They have made a sort
+of compromise with human nature.  The code of their parish gives
+them a pretty wide latitude short of the last transgression.  The
+sweets enjoyed by this fair Duchess of yours are so many venial
+sins to be washed away in the waters of penitence.  But if you
+had the impertinence to ask in earnest for the moral sin to which
+naturally you are sure to attach the highest importance, you
+would see the deep disdain with which the door of the boudoir and
+the house would be incontinently shut upon you.  The tender
+Antoinette would dismiss everything from her memory; you would be
+less than a cipher for her.  She would wipe away your kisses, my
+dear friend, as indifferently as she would perform her ablutions.
+She would sponge love from her cheeks as she washes off rouge.
+We know women of that sort--the thorough-bred Parisienne.  Have
+you ever noticed a grisette tripping along the street?  Her face
+is as good as a picture.  A pretty cap, fresh cheeks, trim hair,
+a guileful smile, and the rest of her almost neglected.  Is not
+this true to the life?  Well, that is the Parisienne.  She knows
+that her face is all that will be seen, so she devotes all her
+care, finery, and vanity to her head.  The Duchess is the same;
+the head is everything with her.  She can only feel through her
+intellect, her heart lies in her brain, she is a sort of
+intellectual epicure, she has a head-voice.  We call that kind of
+poor creature a Lais of the intellect.  You have been taken in
+like a boy.  If you doubt it, you can have proof of it tonight,
+this morning, this instant.  Go up to her, try the demand as an
+experiment, insist peremptorily if it is refused.  You might set
+about it like the late Marechal de Richelieu, and get nothing for
+your pains."
+
+Armand was dumb with amazement.
+
+"Has your desire reached the point of infatuation?"
+
+"I want her at any cost!" Montriveau cried out despairingly.
+
+"Very well.  Now, look here.  Be as inexorable as she is
+herself.  Try to humiliate her, to sting her vanity.  Do NOT try
+to move her heart, nor her soul, but the woman's nerves and
+temperament, for she is both nervous and lymphatic.  If you can
+once awaken desire in her, you are safe.  But you must drop these
+romantic boyish notions of yours.  If when once you have her in
+your eagle's talons you yield a point or draw back, if you so
+much as stir an eyelid, if she thinks that she can regain her
+ascendancy over you, she will slip out of your clutches like a
+fish, and you will never catch her again.  Be as inflexible as
+law.  Show no more charity than the headsman.  Hit hard, and then
+hit again.  Strike and keep on striking as if you were giving her
+the knout.  Duchesses are made of hard stuff, my dear Armand;
+there is a sort of feminine nature that is only softened by
+repeated blows; and as suffering develops a heart in women of
+that sort, so it is a work of charity not to spare the rod.  Do
+you persevere.  Ah! when pain has thoroughly relaxed those nerves
+and softened the fibres that you take to be so pliant and
+yielding; when a shrivelled heart has learned to expand and
+contract and to beat under this discipline; when the brain has
+capitulated--then, perhaps, passion may enter among the steel
+springs of this machinery that turns out tears and affectations
+and languors and melting phrases; then you shall see a most
+magnificent conflagration (always supposing that the chimney
+takes fire).  The steel feminine system will glow red-hot like
+iron in the forge; that kind of heat lasts longer than any other,
+and the glow of it may possibly turn to love.
+
+"Still," he continued, "I have my doubts.  And, after all, is
+it worth while to take so much trouble with the Duchess?  Between
+ourselves a man of my stamp ought first to take her in hand and
+break her in; I would make a charming woman of her; she is a
+thoroughbred; whereas, you two left to yourselves will never get
+beyond the A B C.  But you are in love with her, and just now you
+might not perhaps share my views on this subject----.  A pleasant
+time to you, my children," added Ronquerolles, after a pause.
+Then with a laugh:  "I have decided myself for facile beauties;
+they are tender, at any rate, the natural woman appears in their
+love without any of your social seasonings.  A woman that haggles
+over herself, my poor boy, and only means to inspire love!  Well,
+have her like an extra horse--for show.  The match between the
+sofa and confessional, black and white, queen and knight,
+conscientious scruples and pleasure, is an uncommonly amusing
+game of chess.  And if a man knows the game, let him be never so
+little of a rake, he wins in three moves.  Now, if I undertook a
+woman of that sort, I should start with the deliberate purpose
+of----"  His voice sank to a whisper over the last words in
+Armand's ear, and he went before there was time to reply.
+
+As for Montriveau, he sprang at a bound across the courtyard of
+the Hotel de Langeais, went unannounced up the stairs straight to
+the Duchess's bedroom.
+
+"This is an unheard-of thing," she said, hastily wrapping her
+dressing-gown about her.  "Armand! this is abominable of you!
+Come, leave the room, I beg.  Just go out of the room, and go at
+once.  Wait for me in the drawing-room.--Come now!"
+
+"Dear angel, has a plighted lover no privilege whatsoever?"
+
+"But, monsieur, it is in the worst possible taste of a plighted
+lover or a wedded husband to break in like this upon his wife."
+
+He came up to the Duchess, took her in his arms, and held her
+tightly to him.
+
+"Forgive, dear Antoinette; but a host of horrid doubts are
+fermenting in my heart."
+
+"DOUBTS?  Fie!--Oh, fie on you!"
+
+"Doubts all but justified.  If you loved me, would you make this
+quarrel?  Would you not be glad to see me?  Would you not have
+felt a something stir in your heart?  For I, that am not a woman,
+feel a thrill in my inmost self at the mere sound of your voice.
+Often in a ballroom a longing has come upon me to spring to your
+side and put my arms about your neck."
+
+"Oh! if you have doubts of me so long as I am not ready to
+spring to your arms before all the world, I shall be doubted all
+my life long, I suppose.  Why, Othello was a mere child compared
+with you!"
+
+"Ah!" he cried despairingly, "you have no love for me----"
+
+"Admit, at any rate, that at this moment you are not lovable."
+Then I have still to find favour in your sight?"
+
+"Oh, I should think so.  Come," added she, "with a little
+imperious air, go out of the room, leave me.  I am not like you;
+I wish always to find favour in your eyes."
+
+Never woman better understood the art of putting charm into
+insolence, and does not the charm double the effect? is it not
+enough to infuriate the coolest of men?  There was a sort of
+untrammelled freedom about Mme de Langeais; a something in her
+eyes, her voice, her attitude, which is never seen in a woman who
+loves when she stands face to face with him at the mere sight of
+whom her heart must needs begin to beat.  The Marquis de
+Ronquerolles's counsels had cured Armand of sheepishness; and
+further, there came to his aid that rapid power of intuition
+which passion will develop at moments in the least wise among
+mortals, while a great man at such a time possesses it to the
+full.  He guessed the terrible truth revealed by the Duchess's
+nonchalance, and his heart swelled with the storm like a lake
+rising in flood.
+
+"If you told me the truth yesterday, be mine, dear Antoinette,"
+he cried; "you shall----"
+
+"In the first place," said she composedly, thrusting him back
+as he came nearer--"in the first place, you are not to
+compromise me.  My woman might overhear you.  Respect me, I beg
+of you.  Your familiarity is all very well in my boudoir in an
+evening; here it is quite different.  Besides, what may your `you
+shall' mean?  `You shall.'  No one as yet has ever used that word
+to me.  It is quite ridiculous, it seems to me, absolutely
+ridiculous.
+
+"Will you surrender nothing to me on this point?"
+
+"Oh! do you call a woman's right to dispose of herself a
+`point?'  A capital point indeed; you will permit me to be
+entirely my own mistress on that `point.'"
+
+"And how if, believing in your promises to me, I should
+absolutely require it?"
+
+"Oh! then you would prove that I made the greatest possible
+mistake when I made you a promise of any kind; and I should beg
+you to leave me in peace."
+
+The General's face grew white; he was about to spring to her
+side, when Mme de Langeais rang the bell, the maid appeared, and,
+smiling with a mocking grace, the Duchess added, "Be so good as
+to return when I am visible."
+
+Then Montriveau felt the hardness of a woman as cold and keen as
+a steel blade; she was crushing in her scorn.  In one moment she
+had snapped the bonds which held firm only for her lover.  She
+had read Armand's intention in his face, and held that the moment
+had come for teaching the Imperial soldier his lesson.  He was to
+be made to feel that though duchesses may lend themselves to
+love, they do not give themselves, and that the conquest of one
+of them would prove a harder matter than the conquest of Europe.
+
+"Madame," returned Armand, "I have not time to wait.  I am a
+spoilt child, as you told me yourself.  When I seriously resolve
+to have that of which we have been speaking, I shall have it."
+
+"You will have it?" queried she, and there was a trace of
+surprise in her loftiness.
+
+"I shall have it."
+
+"Oh! you would do me a great pleasure by `resolving' to have it.
+For curiosity's sake, I should be delighted to know how you would
+set about it----"
+
+"I am delighted to put a new interest into your life,"
+interrupted Montriveau, breaking into a laugh which dismayed the
+Duchess.  "Will you permit me to take you to the ball tonight?"
+
+"A thousand thanks.  M. de Marsay has been beforehand with you.
+I gave him my promise."
+
+Montriveau bowed gravely and went.
+
+"So Ronquerolles was right," thought he, "and now for a game
+of chess."
+
+Thenceforward he hid his agitation by complete composure.  No man
+is strong enough to bear such sudden alternations from the height
+of happiness to the depths of wretchedness.  So he had caught a
+glimpse of happy life the better to feel the emptiness of his
+previous existence?  There was a terrible storm within him; but
+he had learned to endure, and bore the shock of tumultuous
+thoughts as a granite cliff stands out against the surge of an
+angry sea.
+
+"I could say nothing.  When I am with her my wits desert me.
+She does not know how vile and contemptible she is.  Nobody has
+ventured to bring her face to face with herself.  She has played
+with many a man, no doubt; I will avenge them all."
+
+For the first time, it may be, in a man's heart, revenge and love
+were blended so equally that Montriveau himself could not know
+whether love or revenge would carry all before it.  That very
+evening he went to the ball at which he was sure of seeing the
+Duchesse de Langeais, and almost despaired of reaching her heart.
+
+He inclined to think that there was something diabolical about
+this woman, who was gracious to him and radiant with charming
+smiles; probably because she had no wish to allow the world to
+think that she had compromised herself with M. de Montriveau.
+Coolness on both sides is a sign of love; but so long as the
+Duchess was the same as ever, while the Marquis looked sullen and
+morose, was it not plain that she had conceded nothing?
+Onlookers know the rejected lover by various signs and tokens;
+they never mistake the genuine symptoms for a coolness such as
+some women command their adorers to feign, in the hope of
+concealing their love.  Everyone laughed at Montriveau; and he,
+having omitted to consult his cornac, was abstracted and ill at
+ease.  M. de Ronquerolles would very likely have bidden him
+compromise the Duchess by responding to her show of friendliness
+by passionate demonstrations; but as it was, Armand de Montriveau
+came away from the ball, loathing human nature, and even then
+scarcely ready to believe in such complete depravity.
+
+"If there is no executioner for such crimes," he said, as he
+looked up at the lighted windows of the ballroom where the most
+enchanting women in Paris were dancing, laughing, and chatting,
+"I will take you by the nape of the neck, Mme la Duchesse, and
+make you feel something that bites more deeply than the knife in
+the Place de la Greve.  Steel against steel; we shall see which
+heart will leave the deeper mark."
+
+For a week or so Mme de Langeais hoped to see the Marquis de
+Montriveau again; but he contented himself with sending his card
+every morning to the Hotel de Langeais.  The Duchess could not
+help shuddering each time that the card was brought in, and a dim
+foreboding crossed her mind, but the thought was vague as a
+presentiment of disaster.  When her eyes fell on the name, it
+seemed to her that she felt the touch of the implacable man's
+strong hand in her hair; sometimes the words seemed like a
+prognostication of a vengeance which her lively intellect
+invented in the most shocking forms.  She had studied him too
+well not to dread him.  Would he murder her, she wondered?  Would
+that bull-necked man dash out her vitals by flinging her over his
+head?  Would he trample her body under his feet?  When, where,
+and how would he get her into his power?  Would he make her
+suffer very much, and what kind of pain would he inflict?  She
+repented of her conduct.  There were hours when, if he had come,
+she would have gone to his arms in complete self-surrender.
+
+Every night before she slept she saw Montriveau's face; every
+night it wore a different aspect.  Sometimes she saw his bitter
+smile, sometimes the Jovelike knitting of the brows; or his
+leonine look, or some disdainful movement of the shoulders made
+him terrible for her.  Next day the card seemed stained with
+blood.  The name of Montriveau stirred her now as the presence of
+the fiery, stubborn, exacting lover had never done.  Her
+apprehensions gathered strength in the silence.  She was forced,
+without aid from without, to face the thought of a hideous duel
+of which she could not speak.  Her proud hard nature was more
+responsive to thrills of hate than it had ever been to the
+caresses of love.  Ah! if the General could but have seen her, as
+she sat with her forehead drawn into folds between her brows;
+immersed in bitter thoughts in that boudoir where he had enjoyed
+such happy moments, he might perhaps have conceived high hopes.
+Of all human passions, is not pride alone incapable of
+engendering anything base?  Mme de Langeais kept her thoughts to
+herself, but is it not permissible to suppose that M. de
+Montriveau was no longer indifferent to her?  And has not a man
+gained ground immensely when a woman thinks about him?  He is
+bound to make progress with her either one way or the other
+afterwards.
+
+Put any feminine creature under the feet of a furious horse or
+other fearsome beast; she will certainly drop on her knees and
+look for death; but if the brute shows a milder mood and does not
+utterly slay her, she will love the horse, lion, bull, or what
+not, and will speak of him quite at her ease.  The Duchess felt
+that she was under the lion's paws; she quaked, but she did not
+hate him.
+
+The man and woman thus singularly placed with regard to each
+other met three times in society during the course of that week.
+Each time, in reply to coquettish questioning glances, the
+Duchess received a respectful bow, and smiles tinged with such
+savage irony, that all her apprehensions over the card in the
+morning were revived at night.  Our lives are simply such as our
+feelings shape them for us; and the feelings of these two had
+hollowed out a great gulf between them.
+
+The Comtesse de Serizy, the Marquis de Ronquerolles's sister,
+gave a great ball at the beginning of the following week, and Mme
+de Langeais was sure to go to it.  Armand was the first person
+whom the Duchess saw when she came into the room, and this time
+Armand was looking out for her, or so she thought at least.  The
+two exchanged a look, and suddenly the woman felt a cold
+perspiration break from every pore.  She had thought all along
+that Montriveau was capable of taking reprisals in some
+unheard-of way proportioned to their condition, and now the
+revenge had been discovered, it was ready, heated, and boiling.
+Lightnings flashed from the foiled lover's eyes, his face was
+radiant with exultant vengeance.  And the Duchess?  Her eyes were
+haggard in spite of her resolution to be cool and insolent.  She
+went to take her place beside the Comtesse de Serizy, who could
+not help exclaiming, "Dear Antoinette! what is the matter with
+you?  You are enough to frighten one."
+
+"I shall be all right after a quadrille," she answered, giving
+a hand to a young man who came up at that moment.
+
+Mme de Langeais waltzed that evening with a sort of excitement
+and transport which redoubled Montriveau's lowering looks.  He
+stood in front of the line of spectators, who were amusing
+themselves by looking on.  Every time that SHE came past him, his
+eyes darted down upon her eddying face; he might have been a
+tiger with the prey in his grasp.  The waltz came to an end, Mme
+de Langeais went back to her place beside the Countess, and
+Montriveau never took his eyes off her, talking all the while
+with a stranger.
+
+"One of the things that struck me most on the journey," he was
+saying (and the Duchess listened with all her ears), "was the
+remark which the man makes at Westminster when you are shown the
+axe with which a man in a mask cut off Charles the First's head,
+so they tell you.  The King made it first of all to some
+inquisitive person, and they repeat it still in memory of him."
+
+"What does the man say?" asked Mme de Serizy.
+
+"Do not touch the axe!'" replied Montriveau, and there was
+menace in the sound of his voice.
+
+"Really, my Lord Marquis," said Mme de Langeais, "you tell
+this old story that everybody knows if they have been to London,
+and look at my neck in such a melodramatic way that you seem to
+me to have an axe in your hand."
+
+The Duchess was in a cold sweat, but nevertheless she laughed as
+she spoke the last words.
+
+"But circumstances give the story a quite new application,"
+returned he.
+
+"How so; pray tell me, for pity's sake?"
+
+"In this way, madame--you have touched the axe," said
+Montriveau, lowering his voice.
+
+"What an enchanting prophecy!" returned she, smiling with
+assumed grace.  "And when is my head to fall?"
+
+"I have no wish to see that pretty head of yours cut off.  I
+only fear some great misfortune for you.  If your head were
+clipped close, would you feel no regrets for the dainty golden
+hair that you turn to such good account?"
+
+"There are those for whom a woman would love to make such a
+sacrifice; even if, as often happens, it is for the sake of a man
+who cannot make allowances for an outbreak of temper."
+
+"Quite so.  Well, and if some wag were to spoil your beauty on a
+sudden by some chemical process, and you, who are but eighteen
+for us, were to be a hundred years old?"
+
+"Why, the smallpox is our Battle of Waterloo, monsieur," she
+interrupted.  "After it is over we find out those who love us
+sincerely."
+
+"Would you not regret the lovely face that?"
+
+"Oh! indeed I should, but less for my own sake than for the sake
+of someone else whose delight it might have been.  And, after
+all, if I were loved, always loved, and truly loved, what would
+my beauty matter to me?--What do you say, Clara?"
+
+"It is a dangerous speculation," replied Mme de Serizy.
+
+"Is it permissible to ask His Majesty the King of Sorcerers when
+I made the mistake of touching the axe, since I have not been to
+London as yet?----"
+
+"NOT SO," he answered in English, with a burst of ironical
+laughter.
+
+"And when will the punishment begin?"
+
+At this Montriveau coolly took out his watch, and ascertained the
+hour with a truly appalling air of conviction.
+
+"A dreadful misfortune will befall you before this day is out."
+
+"I am not a child to be easily frightened, or rather, I am a
+child ignorant of danger," said the Duchess.  "I shall dance
+now without fear on the edge of the precipice."
+
+"I am delighted to know that you have so much strength of
+character," he answered, as he watched her go to take her place
+in a square dance.
+
+But the Duchess, in spite of her apparent contempt for Armand's
+dark prophecies, was really frightened.  Her late lover's
+presence weighed upon her morally and physically with a sense of
+oppression that scarcely ceased when he left the ballroom.  And
+yet when she had drawn freer breath, and enjoyed the relief for a
+moment, she found herself regretting the sensation of dread, so
+greedy of extreme sensations is the feminine nature.  The regret
+was not love, but it was certainly akin to other feelings which
+prepare the way for love.  And then--as if the impression which
+Montriveau had made upon her were suddenly revived--she
+recollected his air of conviction as he took out his watch, and
+in a sudden spasm of dread she went out.
+
+By this time it was about midnight.  One of her servants, waiting
+with her pelisse, went down to order her carriage.  On her way
+home she fell naturally enough to musing over M. de Montriveau's
+prediction.  Arrived in her own courtyard, as she supposed, she
+entered a vestibule almost like that of her own hotel, and
+suddenly saw that the staircase was different.  She was in a
+strange house.  Turning to call her servants, she was attacked by
+several men, who rapidly flung a handkerchief over her mouth,
+bound her hand and foot, and carried her off.  She shrieked
+aloud.
+
+"Madame, our orders are to kill you if you scream," a voice
+said in her ear.
+
+So great was the Duchess's terror, that she could never recollect
+how nor by whom she was transported.  When she came to herself,
+she was lying on a couch in a bachelor's lodging, her hands and
+feet tied with silken cords.  In spite of herself, she shrieked
+aloud as she looked round and met Armand de Montriveau's eyes.
+He was sitting in his dressing-gown, quietly smoking a cigar in
+his armchair.
+
+"Do not cry out, Mme la Duchesse," he said, coolly taking the
+cigar out of his mouth; "I have a headache.  Besides, I will
+untie you.  But listen attentively to what I have the honour to
+say to you."
+
+Very carefully he untied the knots that bound her feet.
+
+"What would be the use of calling out?  Nobody can hear your
+cries.  You are too well bred to make any unnecessary fuss.  If
+you do not stay quietly, if you insist upon a struggle with me, I
+shall tie your hands and feet again.  All things considered, I
+think that you have self-respect enough to stay on this sofa as
+if you were lying on your own at home; cold as ever, if you will.
+You have made me shed many tears on this couch, tears that I hid
+from all other eyes."
+
+While Montriveau was speaking, the Duchess glanced about her; it
+was a woman's glance, a stolen look that saw all things and
+seemed to see nothing.  She was much pleased with the room.  It
+was rather like a monk's cell.  The man's character and thoughts
+seemed to pervade it.  No decoration of any kind broke the grey
+painted surface of the walls.  A green carpet covered the floor.
+A black sofa, a table littered with papers, two big easy-chairs,
+a chest of drawers with an alarum clock by way of ornament, a
+very low bedstead with a coverlet flung over it--a red cloth with
+a black key border--all these things made part of a whole that
+told of a life reduced to its simplest terms.  A triple
+candle-sconce of Egyptian design on the chimney-piece recalled
+the vast spaces of the desert and Montriveau's long wanderings; a
+huge sphinx-claw stood out beneath the folds of stuff at the
+bed-foot; and just beyond, a green curtain with a black and
+scarlet border was suspended by large rings from a spear handle
+above a door near one corner of the room.  The other door by
+which the band had entered was likewise curtained, but the
+drapery hung from an ordinary curtain-rod.  As the Duchess
+finally noted that the pattern was the same on both, she saw that
+the door at the bed-foot stood open; gleams of ruddy light from
+the room beyond flickered below the fringed border.  Naturally,
+the ominous light roused her curiosity; she fancied she could
+distinguish strange shapes in the shadows; but as it did not
+occur to her at the time that danger could come from that
+quarter, she tried to gratify a more ardent curiosity.
+
+"Monsieur, if it is not indiscreet, may I ask what you mean to
+do with me?"  The insolence and irony of the tone stung through
+the words.  The Duchess quite believed that she read extravagant
+love in Montriveau's speech.  He had carried her off; was not
+that in itself an acknowledgment of her power?
+
+"Nothing whatever, madame," he returned, gracefully puffing the
+last whiff of cigar smoke.  "You will remain here for a short
+time.  First of all, I should like to explain to you what you
+are, and what I am.  I cannot put my thoughts into words whilst
+you are twisting on the sofa in your boudoir; and besides, in
+your own house you take offence at the slightest hint, you ring
+the bell, make an outcry, and turn your lover out at the door as
+if he were the basest of wretches.  Here my mind is unfettered.
+Here nobody can turn me out.  Here you shall be my victim for a
+few seconds, and you are going to be so exceedingly kind as to
+listen to me.  You need fear nothing.  I did not carry you off to
+insult you, nor yet to take by force what you refused to grant of
+your own will to my unworthiness.  I could not stoop so low.  You
+possibly think of outrage; for myself, I have no such thoughts."
+
+He flung his cigar coolly into the fire.
+
+"The smoke is unpleasant to you, no doubt, madame?" he said,
+and rising at once, he took a chafing-dish from the hearth, burnt
+perfumes, and purified the air.  The Duchess's astonishment was
+only equalled by her humiliation.  She was in this man's power;
+and he would not abuse his power.  The eyes in which love had
+once blazed like flame were now quiet and steady as stars.  She
+trembled.  Her dread of Armand was increased by a nightmare
+sensation of restlessness and utter inability to move; she felt
+as if she were turned to stone.  She lay passive in the grip of
+fear.  She thought she saw the light behind the curtains grow to
+a blaze, as if blown up by a pair of bellows; in another moment
+the gleams of flame grew brighter, and she fancied that three
+masked figures suddenly flashed out; but the terrible vision
+disappeared so swiftly that she took it for an optical delusion.
+
+"Madame," Armand continued with cold contempt, "one minute,
+just one minute is enough for me, and you shall feel it
+afterwards at every moment throughout your lifetime, the one
+eternity over which I have power.  I am not God.  Listen
+carefully to me," he continued, pausing to add solemnity to his
+words.  "Love will always come at your call.  You have boundless
+power over men: but remember that once you called love, and love
+came to you; love as pure and true-hearted as may be on earth,
+and as reverent as it was passionate; fond as a devoted woman's,
+as a mother's love; a love so great indeed, that it was past the
+bounds of reason.  You played with it, and you committed a crime.
+Every woman has a right to refuse herself to love which she feels
+she cannot share; and if a man loves and cannot win love in
+return, he is not to be pitied, he has no right to complain.  But
+with a semblance of love to attract an unfortunate creature cut
+off from all affection; to teach him to understand happiness to
+the full, only to snatch it from him; to rob him of his future of
+felicity; to slay his happiness not merely today, but as long as
+his life lasts, by poisoning every hour of it and every
+thought--this I call a fearful crime!"
+
+"Monsieur----"
+
+"I cannot allow you to answer me yet.  So listen to me still.
+In any case I have rights over you; but I only choose to exercise
+one--the right of the judge over the criminal, so that I may
+arouse your conscience.  If you had no conscience left, I should
+not reproach you at all; but you are so young!  You must feel
+some life still in your heart; or so I like to believe.  While I
+think of you as depraved enough to do a wrong which the law does
+not punish, I do not think you so degraded that you cannot
+comprehend the full meaning of my words. I resume."
+
+As he spoke the Duchess heard the smothered sound of a pair of
+bellows.  Those mysterious figures which she had just seen were
+blowing up the fire, no doubt; the glow shone through the
+curtain.  But Montriveau's lurid face was turned upon her; she
+could not choose but wait with a fast-beating heart and eyes
+fixed in a stare.  However curious she felt, the heat in Armand's
+words interested her even more than the crackling of the
+mysterious flames.
+
+"Madame," he went on after a pause, "if some poor wretch
+commits a murder in Paris, it is the executioner's duty, you
+know, to lay hands on him and stretch him on the plank, where
+murderers pay for their crimes with their heads.  Then the
+newspapers inform everyone, rich and poor, so that the former are
+assured that they may sleep in peace, and the latter are warned
+that they must be on the watch if they would live.  Well, you
+that are religious, and even a little of a bigot, may have masses
+said for such a man's soul.  You both belong to the same family,
+but yours is the elder branch; and the elder branch may occupy
+high places in peace and live happily and without cares.  Want or
+anger may drive your brother the convict to take a man's life;
+you have taken more, you have taken the joy out of a man's life,
+you have killed all that was best in his life--his dearest
+beliefs.  The murderer simply lay in wait for his victim, and
+killed him reluctantly, and in fear of the scaffold; but
+YOU . . . ! You heaped up every sin that weakness can commit against
+strength that suspected no evil; you tamed a passive victim, the
+better to gnaw his heart out; you lured him with caresses; you
+left nothing undone that could set him dreaming, imagining,
+longing for the bliss of love.  You asked innumerable sacrifices
+of him, only to refuse to make any in return.  He should see the
+light indeed before you put out his eyes!  It is wonderful how
+you found the heart to do it!  Such villainies demand a display
+of resource quite above the comprehension of those bourgeoises
+whom you laugh at and despise.  They can give and forgive; they
+know how to love and suffer.  The grandeur of their devotion
+dwarfs us.  Rising higher in the social scale, one finds just as
+much mud as at the lower end; but with this difference, at the
+upper end it is hard and gilded over.
+
+"Yes, to find baseness in perfection, you must look for a noble
+bringing up, a great name, a fair woman, a duchess.  You cannot
+fall lower than the lowest unless you are set high above the rest
+of the world.--I express my thoughts badly; the wounds you dealt
+me are too painful as yet, but do not think that I complain.  My
+words are not the expression of any hope for myself; there is no
+trace of bitterness in them.  Know this, madame, for a
+certainty--I forgive you.  My forgiveness is so complete that you
+need not feel in the least sorry that you came hither to find it
+against your will. . . .  But you might take advantage of other
+hearts as child-like as my own, and it is my duty to spare them
+anguish.  So you have inspired the thought of justice.  Expiate
+your sin here on earth; God may perhaps forgive you; I wish that
+He may, but He is inexorable, and will strike."
+
+The broken-spirited, broken-hearted woman looked up, her eyes
+filled with tears.
+
+"Why do you cry?  Be true to your nature.  You could look on
+indifferently at the torture of a heart as you broke it.  That
+will do, madame, do not cry.  I cannot bear it any longer.  Other
+men will tell you that you have given them life; as for myself, I
+tell you, with rapture, that you have given me blank extinction.
+Perhaps you guess that I am not my own, that I am bound to live
+for my friends, that from this time forth I must endure the cold
+chill of death, as well as the burden of life?  Is it possible
+that there can be so much kindness in you?  Are you like the
+desert tigress that licks the wounds she has inflicted?"
+
+The Duchess burst out sobbing.
+
+"Pray spare your tears, madame.  If I believed in them at all,
+it would merely set me on my guard.  Is this another of your
+artifices? or is it not?  You have used so many with me; how can
+one think that there is any truth in you?  Nothing that you do or
+say has any power now to move me.  That is all I have to say."
+
+Mme de Langeais rose to her feet, with a great dignity and
+humility in her bearing.
+
+"You are right to treat me very hardly," she said, holding out
+a hand to the man who did not take it; "you have not spoken
+hardly enough; and I deserve this punishment."
+
+"/I/ punish you, madame!  A man must love still, to punish, must
+he not?  From me you must expect no feeling, nothing resembling
+it.  If I chose, I might be accuser and judge in my cause, and
+pronounce and carry out the sentence.  But I am about to fulfil a
+duty, not a desire of vengeance of any kind.  The cruellest
+revenge of all, I think, is scorn of revenge when it is in our
+power to take it.  Perhaps I shall be the minister of your
+pleasures; who knows?  Perhaps from this time forth, as you
+gracefully wear the tokens of disgrace by which society marks out
+the criminal, you may perforce learn something of the convict's
+sense of honour.  And then, you will love!"
+
+The Duchess sat listening; her meekness was unfeigned; it was no
+coquettish device.  When she spoke at last, it was after a
+silence.
+
+"Armand," she began, "it seems to me that when I resisted
+love, I was obeying all the instincts of woman's modesty; I
+should not have looked for such reproaches from YOU.  I was weak;
+you have turned all my weaknesses against me, and made so many
+crimes of them.  How could you fail to understand that the
+curiosity of love might have carried me further than I ought to
+go; and that next morning I might be angry with myself, and
+wretched because I had gone too far?  Alas!  I sinned in
+ignorance.  I was as sincere in my wrongdoing, I swear to you, as
+in my remorse.  There was far more love for you in my severity
+than in my concessions.  And besides, of what do you complain?  I
+gave you my heart; that was not enough; you demanded, brutally,
+that I should give my person----"
+
+"Brutally?" repeated Montriveau.  But to himself he said, "If
+I once allow her to dispute over words, I am lost."
+
+"Yes.  You came to me as if I were one of those women.  You
+showed none of the respect, none of the attentions of love.  Had
+I not reason to reflect?  Very well, I reflected.  The
+unseemliness of your conduct is not inexcusable; love lay at the
+source of it; let me think so, and justify you to myself.--Well,
+Armand, this evening, even while you were prophesying evil, I
+felt convinced that there was happiness in store for us both.
+Yes, I put my faith in the noble, proud nature so often tested
+and proved."  She bent lower.  "And I was yours wholly," she
+murmured in his ear.  "I felt a longing that I cannot express to
+give happiness to a man so violently tried by adversity.  If I
+must have a master, my master should be a great man.  As I felt
+conscious of my height, the less I cared to descend.  I felt I
+could trust you, I saw a whole lifetime of love, while you were
+pointing to death. . . .  Strength and kindness always go
+together.  My friend, you are so strong, you will not be unkind
+to a helpless woman who loves you.  If I was wrong, is there no
+way of obtaining forgiveness?  No way of making reparation?
+Repentance is the charm of love; I should like to be very
+charming for you.  How could I, alone among women, fail to know a
+woman's doubts and fears, the timidity that it is so natural to
+feel when you bind yourself for life, and know how easily a man
+snaps such ties?  The bourgeoises, with whom you compared me just
+now, give themselves, but they struggle first.  Very well--I
+struggled; but here I am!--Ah!  God, he does not hear me!" she
+broke off, and wringing her hands, she cried out "But I love
+you!  I am yours!" and fell at Armand's feet.
+
+"Yours! yours! my one and only master!"
+
+Armand tried to raise her.
+
+"Madame, it is too late!  Antoinette cannot save the Duchesse de
+Langeais.  I cannot believe in either.  Today you may give
+yourself; tomorrow, you may refuse.  No power in earth or heaven
+can insure me the sweet constancy of love.  All love's pledges
+lay in the past; and now nothing of that past exists."
+
+The light behind the curtain blazed up so brightly, that the
+Duchess could not help turning her head; this time she distinctly
+saw the three masked figures.
+
+"Armand," she said, "I would not wish to think ill of you.
+Why are those men there?  What are you going to do to me?"
+
+"Those men will be as silent as I myself with regard to the
+thing which is about to be done.  Think of them simply as my
+hands and my heart.  One of them is a surgeon----"
+
+"A surgeon!  Armand, my friend, of all things, suspense is the
+hardest to bear.  Just speak; tell me if you wish for my life; I
+will give it to you, you shall not take it----"
+
+"Then you did not understand me?  Did I not speak just now of
+justice?  To put an end to your misapprehensions," continued he,
+taking up a small steel object from the table, "I will now
+explain what I have decided with regard to you."
+
+He held out a Lorraine cross, fastened to the tip of a steel rod.
+
+"Two of my friends at this very moment are heating another
+cross, made on this pattern, red-hot.  We are going to stamp it
+upon your forehead, here between the eyes, so that there will be
+no possibility of hiding the mark with diamonds, and so avoiding
+people's questions.  In short, you shall bear on your forehead
+the brand of infamy which your brothers the convicts wear on
+their shoulders.  The pain is a mere trifle, but I feared a
+nervous crisis of some kind, of resistance----"
+
+"Resistance?" she cried, clapping her hands for joy.  "Oh no,
+no!  I would have the whole world here to see.  Ah, my Armand,
+brand her quickly, this creature of yours; brand her with your
+mark as a poor little trifle belonging to you.  You asked for
+pledges of my love; here they are all in one.  Ah! for me there
+is nothing but mercy and forgiveness and eternal happiness in
+this revenge of yours.  When you have marked this woman with your
+mark, when you set your crimson brand on her, your slave in soul,
+you can never afterwards abandon her, you will be mine for
+evermore?  When you cut me off from my kind, you make yourself
+responsible for my happiness, or you prove yourself base; and I
+know that you are noble and great!  Why, when a woman loves, the
+brand of love is burnt into her soul by her own will.--Come in,
+gentlemen! come in and brand her, this Duchesse de Langeais.  She
+is M. de Montriveau's forever!  Ah! come quickly, all of you, my
+forehead burns hotter than your fire!"
+
+Armand turned his head sharply away lest he should see the
+Duchess kneeling, quivering with the throbbings of her heart.  He
+said some word, and his three friends vanished.
+
+The women of Paris salons know how one mirror reflects another.
+The Duchess, with every motive for reading the depths of Armand's
+heart, was all eyes; and Armand, all unsuspicious of the mirror,
+brushed away two tears as they fell.  Her whole future lay in
+those two tears.  When he turned round again to help her to rise,
+she was standing before him, sure of love.  Her pulses must have
+throbbed fast when he spoke with the firmness she had known so
+well how to use of old while she played with him.
+
+"I spare you, madame.  All that has taken place shall be as if
+it had never been, you may believe me.  But now, let us bid each
+other goodbye.  I like to think that you were sincere in your
+coquetries on your sofa, sincere again in this outpouring of your
+heart.  Good-bye.  I feel that there is no faith in you left in
+me.  You would torment me again; you would always be the Duchess,
+and---- But there, good-bye, we shall never understand each
+other.
+
+"Now, what do you wish?" he continued, taking the tone of a
+master of the ceremonies--"to return home, or to go back to Mme
+de Serizy's ball?  I have done all in my power to prevent any
+scandal.  Neither your servants nor anyone else can possibly know
+what has passed between us in the last quarter of an hour.  Your
+servants have no idea that you have left the ballroom; your
+carriage never left Mme de Serizy's courtyard; your brougham may
+likewise be found in the court of your own hotel.  Where do you
+wish to be?"
+
+"What do you counsel, Armand?"
+
+"There is no Armand now, Mme la Duchesse.  We are strangers to
+each other."
+
+"Then take me to the ball," she said, still curious to put
+Armand's power to the test.  "Thrust a soul that suffered in the
+world, and must always suffer there, if there is no happiness for
+her now, down into hell again.  And yet, oh my friend, I love you
+as your bourgeoises love; I love you so that I could come to you
+and fling my arms about your neck before all the world if you
+asked it off me.  The hateful world has not corrupted me.  I am
+young at least, and I have grown younger still.  I am a child,
+yes, your child, your new creature.  Ah! do not drive me forth
+out of my Eden!"
+
+Armand shook his head.
+
+"Ah! let me take something with me, if I go, some little thing
+to wear tonight on my heart," she said, taking possession of
+Armand's glove, which she twisted into her handkerchief.
+
+"No, I am NOT like all those depraved women.  You do not know
+the world, and so you cannot know my worth.  You shall know it
+now!  There are women who sell themselves for money; there are
+others to be gained by gifts, it is a vile world!  Oh, I wish I
+were a simple bourgeoise, a working girl, if you would rather
+have a woman beneath you than a woman whose devotion is
+accompanied by high rank, as men count it.  Oh, my Armand, there
+are noble, high, and chaste and pure natures among us; and then
+they are lovely indeed.  I would have all nobleness that I might
+offer it all up to you.  Misfortune willed that I should be a
+duchess; I would I were a royal princess, that my offering might
+be complete.  I would be a grisette for you, and a queen for
+everyone besides."
+
+He listened, damping his cigars with his lips.
+
+"You will let me know when you wish to go," he said.
+
+"But I should like to stay----"
+
+"That is another matter!"
+
+"Stay, that was badly rolled," she cried, seizing on a cigar
+and devouring all that Armand's lips had touched.
+
+"Do you smoke?"
+
+"Oh, what would I not do to please you?"
+
+"Very well.  Go, madame."
+
+"I will obey you," she answered, with tears in her eyes.
+
+"You must be blindfolded; you must not see a glimpse of the
+way."
+
+"I am ready, Armand," she said, bandaging her eyes.
+
+"Can you see?"
+
+"No."
+
+Noiselessly he knelt before her.
+
+"Ah!  I can hear you!" she cried, with a little fond gesture,
+thinking that the pretence of harshness was over.
+
+He made as if he would kiss her lips; she held up her face.
+
+"You can see, madame."
+
+"I am just a little bit curious."
+
+"So you always deceive me?"
+
+"Ah! take off this handkerchief, sir," she cried out, with the
+passion of a great generosity repelled with scorn, "lead me; I
+will not open my eyes."
+
+Armand felt sure of her after that cry.  He led the way; the
+Duchess nobly true to her word, was blind.  But while Montriveau
+held her hand as a father might, and led her up and down flights
+of stairs, he was studying the throbbing pulses of this woman's
+heart so suddenly invaded by Love.  Mme de Langeais, rejoicing in
+this power of speech, was glad to let him know all; but he was
+inflexible; his hand was passive in reply to the questionings of
+her hand.
+
+At length, after some journey made together, Armand bade her go
+forward; the opening was doubtless narrow, for as she went she
+felt that his hand protected her dress.  His care touched her; it
+was a revelation surely that there was a little love still left;
+yet it was in some sort a farewell, for Montriveau left her
+without a word.  The air was warm; the Duchess, feeling the heat,
+opened her eyes, and found herself standing by the fire in the
+Comtesse de Serizy's boudoir.
+
+She was alone.  Her first thought was for her disordered
+toilette; in a moment she had adjusted her dress and restored her
+picturesque coiffure.
+
+"Well, dear Antoinette, we have been looking for you
+everywhere."  It was the Comtesse de Serizy who spoke as she
+opened the door.
+
+"I came here to breathe," said the Duchess; "it is unbearably
+hot in the rooms."
+
+"People thought that you had gone; but my brother Ronquerolles
+told me that your servants were waiting for you."
+
+"I am tired out, dear, let me stay and rest here for a minute,"
+and the Duchess sat down on the sofa.
+
+"Why, what is the matter with you?  You are shaking from head to
+foot!"
+
+The Marquis de Ronquerolles came in.
+
+"Mme la Duchesse, I was afraid that something might have
+happened.  I have just come across your coachman, the man is as
+tipsy as all the Swiss in Switzerland."
+
+The Duchess made no answer; she was looking round the room, at
+the chimney-piece and the tall mirrors, seeking the trace of an
+opening.  Then with an extraordinary sensation she recollected
+that she was again in the midst of the gaiety of the ballroom
+after that terrific scene which had changed the whole course of
+her life.  She began to shiver violently.
+
+"M. de Montriveau's prophecy has shaken my nerves," she said.
+"It was a joke, but still I will see whether his axe from London
+will haunt me even in my sleep.  So good-bye, dear.--Good-bye, M.
+le Marquis."
+
+As she went through the rooms she was beset with enquiries and
+regrets.  Her world seemed to have dwindled now that she, its
+queen, had fallen so low, was so diminished.  And what, moreover,
+were these men compared with him whom she loved with all her
+heart; with the man grown great by all that she had lost in
+stature?  The giant had regained the height that he had lost for
+a while, and she exaggerated it perhaps beyond measure.  She
+looked, in spite of herself, at the servant who had attended her
+to the ball.  He was fast asleep.
+
+"Have you been here all the time?" she asked.
+
+"Yes, madame."
+
+As she took her seat in her carriage she saw, in fact, that her
+coachman was drunk--so drunk, that at any other time she would
+have been afraid; but after a great crisis in life, fear loses
+its appetite for common food.  She reached home, at any rate,
+without accident; but even there she felt a change in herself, a
+new feeling that she could not shake off.  For her, there was now
+but one man in the world; which is to say that henceforth she
+cared to shine for his sake alone.
+
+While the physiologist can define love promptly by following out
+natural laws, the moralist finds a far more perplexing problem
+before him if he attempts to consider love in all its
+developments due to social conditions.  Still, in spite of the
+heresies of the endless sects that divide the church of Love,
+there is one broad and trenchant line of difference in doctrine,
+a line that all the discussion in the world can never deflect.  A
+rigid application of this line explains the nature of the crisis
+through which the Duchess, like most women, was to pass.  Passion
+she knew, but she did not love as yet.
+
+Love and passion are two different conditions which poets and men
+of the world, philosophers and fools, alike continually confound.
+
+Love implies a give and take, a certainty of bliss that nothing
+can change; it means so close a clinging of the heart, and an
+exchange of happiness so constant, that there is no room left for
+jealousy.  Then possession is a means and not an end;
+unfaithfulness may give pain, but the bond is not less close; the
+soul is neither more nor less ardent or troubled, but happy at
+every moment; in short, the divine breath of desire spreading
+from end to end of the immensity of Time steeps it all for us in
+the selfsame hue; life takes the tint of the unclouded heaven.
+But Passion is the foreshadowing of Love, and of that Infinite to
+which all suffering souls aspire.  Passion is a hope that may be
+cheated.  Passion means both suffering and transition.  Passion
+dies out when hope is dead.  Men and women may pass through this
+experience many times without dishonour, for it is so natural to
+spring towards happiness; but there is only one love in a
+lifetime.  All discussions of sentiment ever conducted on paper
+or by word of mouth may therefore be resumed by two
+questions--"Is it passion?  Is it love?"  So, since love comes
+into existence only through the intimate experience of the bliss
+which gives it lasting life, the Duchess was beneath the yoke of
+passion as yet; and as she knew the fierce tumult, the
+unconscious calculations, the fevered cravings, and all that is
+meant by that word PASSION--she suffered.  Through all the
+trouble of her soul there rose eddying gusts of tempest, raised
+by vanity or self-love, or pride or a high spirit; for all these
+forms of egoism make common cause together.
+
+She had said to this man, "I love you; I am yours!"  Was it
+possible that the Duchesse de Langeais should have uttered those
+words--in vain?  She must either be loved now or play her part of
+queen no longer.  And then she felt the loneliness of the
+luxurious couch where pleasure had never yet set his glowing
+feet; and over and over again, while she tossed and writhed
+there, she said, "I want to be loved."
+
+But the belief that she still had in herself gave her hope of
+success.  The Duchess might be piqued, the vain Parisienne might
+be humiliated; but the woman saw glimpses of wedded happiness,
+and imagination, avenging the time lost for nature, took a
+delight in kindling the inextinguishable fire in her veins.  She
+all but attained to the sensations of love; for amid her poignant
+doubt whether she was loved in return, she felt glad at heart to
+say to herself, "I love him!"  As for her scruples, religion,
+and the world she could trample them under foot!  Montriveau was
+her religion now.  She spent the next day in a state of moral
+torpor, troubled by a physical unrest, which no words could
+express.  She wrote letters and tore them all up, and invented a
+thousand impossible fancies.
+
+When M. de Montriveau's usual hour arrived, she tried to think
+that he would come, and enjoyed the feeling of expectation.  Her
+whole life was concentrated in the single sense of hearing.
+Sometimes she shut her eyes, straining her ears to listen through
+space, wishing that she could annihilate everything that lay
+between her and her lover, and so establish that perfect silence
+which sounds may traverse from afar.  In her tense
+self-concentration, the ticking of the clock grew hateful to her;
+she stopped its ill-omened garrulity.  The twelve strokes of
+midnight sounded from the drawing-room.
+
+"Ah, God!" she cried, "to see him here would be happiness.
+And yet, it is not so very long since he came here, brought by
+desire, and the tones of his voice filled this boudoir.  And now
+there is nothing."
+
+She remembered the times that she had played the coquette with
+him, and how that her coquetry had cost her her lover, and the
+despairing tears flowed for long.
+
+Her woman came at length with, "Mme la Duchesse does not know,
+perhaps, that it is two o'clock in the morning; I thought that
+madame was not feeling well."
+
+"Yes, I am going to bed," said the Duchess, drying her eyes.
+"But remember, Suzanne, never to come in again without orders; I
+tell you this for the last time."
+
+For a week, Mme de Langeais went to every house where there was a
+hope of meeting M. de Montriveau.  Contrary to her usual habits,
+she came early and went late; gave up dancing, and went to the
+card-tables.  Her experiments were fruitless.  She did not
+succeed in getting a glimpse of Armand.  She did not dare to
+utter his name now.  One evening, however, in a fit of despair,
+she spoke to Mme de Serizy, and asked as carelessly as she could,
+"You must have quarrelled with M. de Montriveau?  He is not to
+be seen at your house now."
+
+The Countess laughed.  "So he does not come here either?" she
+returned.  "He is not to be seen anywhere, for that matter.  He
+is interested in some woman, no doubt."
+
+"I used to think that the Marquis de Ronquerolles was one of his
+friends----" the Duchess began sweetly.
+
+"I have never heard my brother say that he was acquainted with
+him."
+
+Mme de Langeais did not reply.  Mme de Serizy concluded from the
+Duchess's silence that she might apply the scourge with impunity
+to a discreet friendship which she had seen, with bitterness of
+soul, for a long time past.
+
+"So you miss that melancholy personage, do you?  I have heard
+most extraordinary things of him.  Wound his feelings, he never
+comes back, he forgives nothing; and, if you love him, he keeps
+you in chains.  To everything that I said of him, one of those
+that praise him sky-high would always answer, `He knows how to
+love!'  People are always telling me that Montriveau would give
+up all for his friend; that his is a great nature.  Pooh! society
+does not want such tremendous natures.  Men of that stamp are all
+very well at home; let them stay there and leave us to our
+pleasant littlenesses.  What do you say, Antoinette?"
+
+Woman of the world though she was, the Duchess seemed agitated,
+yet she replied in a natural voice that deceived her fair
+friend--
+
+"I am sorry to miss him.  I took a great interest in him, and
+promised to myself to be his sincere friend.  I like great
+natures, dear friend, ridiculous though you may think it.  To
+give oneself to a fool is a clear confession, is it not, that one
+is governed wholly by one's senses?"
+
+Mme de Serizy's "preferences" had always been for commonplace
+men; her lover at the moment, the Marquis d'Aiglemont, was a
+fine, tall man.
+
+After this, the Countess soon took her departure, you may be sure
+Mme de Langeais saw hope in Armand's withdrawal from the world;
+she wrote to him at once; it was a humble, gentle letter, surely
+it would bring him if he loved her still.  She sent her footman
+with it next day.  On the servant's return, she asked whether he
+had given the letter to M. de Montriveau himself, and could not
+restrain the movement of joy at the affirmative answer.  Armand
+was in Paris!  He stayed alone in his house; he did not go out
+into society!  So she was loved!  All day long she waited for an
+answer that never came.  Again and again, when impatience grew
+unbearable, Antoinette found reasons for his delay.  Armand felt
+embarrassed; the reply would come by post; but night came, and
+she could not deceive herself any longer.  It was a dreadful day,
+a day of pain grown sweet, of intolerable heart-throbs, a day
+when the heart squanders the very forces of life in riot.
+
+Next day she sent for an answer.
+
+"M. le Marquis sent word that he would call on Mme la
+Duchesse," reported Julien.
+
+She fled lest her happiness should be seen in her face, and flung
+herself on her couch to devour her first sensations.
+
+"He is coming!"
+
+The thought rent her soul.  And, in truth, woe unto those for
+whom suspense is not the most horrible time of tempest, while it
+increases and multiplies the sweetest joys; for they have nothing
+in them of that flame which quickens the images of things, giving
+to them a second existence, so that we cling as closely to the
+pure essence as to its outward and visible manifestation.  What
+is suspense in love but a constant drawing upon an unfailing
+hope?--a submission to the terrible scourging of passion, while
+passion is yet happy, and the disenchantment of reality has not
+set in.  The constant putting forth of strength and longing,
+called suspense, is surely, to the human soul, as fragrance to
+the flower that breathes it forth.  We soon leave the brilliant,
+unsatisfying colours of tulips and coreopsis, but we turn again
+and again to drink in the sweetness of orange-blossoms or
+volkameria-flowers compared separately, each in its own land, to
+a betrothed bride, full of love, made fair by the past and
+future.
+
+The Duchess learned the joys of this new life of hers through the
+rapture with which she received the scourgings of love.  As this
+change wrought in her, she saw other destinies before her, and a
+better meaning in the things of life.  As she hurried to her
+dressing-room, she understood what studied adornment and the most
+minute attention to her toilet mean when these are undertaken for
+love's sake and not for vanity.  Even now this making ready
+helped her to bear the long time of waiting.  A relapse of
+intense agitation set in when she was dressed; she passed through
+nervous paroxysms brought on by the dreadful power which sets the
+whole mind in ferment.  Perhaps that power is only a disease,
+though the pain of it is sweet.  The Duchess was dressed and
+waiting at two o clock in the afternoon.  At half-past eleven
+that night M. de Montriveau had not arrived.  To try to give an
+idea of the anguish endured by a woman who might be said to be
+the spoilt child of civilisation, would be to attempt to say how
+many imaginings the heart can condense into one thought.  As well
+endeavour to measure the forces expended by the soul in a sigh
+whenever the bell rang; to estimate the drain of life when a
+carriage rolled past without stopping, and left her prostrate.
+
+"Can he be playing with me?" she said, as the clocks struck
+midnight.
+
+She grew white; her teeth chattered; she struck her hands
+together and leapt up and crossed the boudoir, recollecting as
+she did so how often he had come thither without a summons.  But
+she resigned herself.  Had she not seen him grow pale, and start
+up under the stinging barbs of irony?  Then Mme de Langeais felt
+the horror of the woman's appointed lot; a man's is the active
+part, a woman must wait passively when she loves.  If a woman
+goes beyond her beloved, she makes a mistake which few men can
+forgive; almost every man would feel that a woman lowers herself
+by this piece of angelic flattery.  But Armand's was a great
+nature; he surely must be one of the very few who can repay such
+exceeding love by love that lasts forever.
+
+"Well, I will make the advance," she told herself, as she
+tossed on her bed and found no sleep there; "I will go to him.
+I will not weary myself with holding out a hand to him, but I
+will hold it out.  A man of a thousand will see a promise of love
+and constancy in every step that a woman takes towards him.  Yes,
+the angels must come down from heaven to reach men; and I wish to
+be an angel for him."
+
+Next day she wrote.  It was a billet of the kind in which the
+intellects of the ten thousand Sevignes that Paris now can number
+particularly excel.  And yet only a Duchesse de Langeais, brought
+up by Mme la Princesse de Blamont-Chauvry, could have written
+that delicious note; no other woman could complain without
+lowering herself; could spread wings in such a flight without
+draggling her pinions in humiliation; rise gracefully in revolt;
+scold without giving offence; and pardon without compromising her
+personal dignity.
+
+Julien went with the note.  Julien, like his kind, was the victim
+of love's marches and countermarches.
+
+"What did M. de Montriveau reply?" she asked, as indifferently
+as she could, when the man came back to report himself.
+
+"M. le Marquis requested me to tell Mme la Duchesse that it was
+all right."
+
+Oh the dreadful reaction of the soul upon herself!  To have her
+heart stretched on the rack before curious witnesses; yet not to
+utter a sound, to be forced to keep silence!  One of the
+countless miseries of the rich!
+
+More than three weeks went by.  Mme de Langeais wrote again and
+again, and no answer came from Montriveau.  At last she gave out
+that she was ill, to gain a dispensation from attendance on the
+Princess and from social duties.  She was only at home to her
+father the Duc de Navarreins, her aunt the Princesse de
+Blamont-Chauvry, the old Vidame de Pamiers (her maternal
+great-uncle), and to her husband's uncle, the Duc de Grandlieu.
+These persons found no difficulty in believing that the Duchess
+was ill, seeing that she grew thinner and paler and more dejected
+every day.  The vague ardour of love, the smart of wounded pride,
+the continual prick of the only scorn that could touch her, the
+yearnings towards joys that she craved with a vain continual
+longing--all these things told upon her, mind and body; all the
+forces of her nature were stimulated to no purpose.  She was
+paying the arrears of her life of make-believe.
+
+She went out at last to a review.  M. de Montriveau was to be
+there.  For the Duchess, on the balcony of the Tuileries with the
+Royal Family, it was one of those festival days that are long
+remembered.  She looked supremely beautiful in her languor; she
+was greeted with admiration in all eyes.  It was Montriveau's
+presence that made her so fair.
+
+Once or twice they exchanged glances.  The General came almost to
+her feet in all the glory of that soldier's uniform, which
+produces an effect upon the feminine imagination to which the
+most prudish will confess.  When a woman is very much in love,
+and has not seen her lover for two months, such a swift moment
+must be something like the phase of a dream when the eyes embrace
+a world that stretches away forever.  Only women or young men can
+imagine the dull, frenzied hunger in the Duchess's eyes.  As for
+older men, if during the paroxysms of early passion in youth they
+had experience of such phenomena of nervous power; at a later day
+it is so completely forgotten that they deny the very existence
+of the luxuriant ecstasy--the only name that can be given to
+these wonderful intuitions.  Religious ecstasy is the aberration
+of a soul that has shaken off its bonds of flesh; whereas in
+amorous ecstasy all the forces of soul and body are embraced and
+blended in one.  If a woman falls a victim to the tyrannous
+frenzy before which Mme de Langeais was forced to bend, she will
+take one decisive resolution after another so swiftly that it is
+impossible to give account of them.  Thought after thought rises
+and flits across her brain, as clouds are whirled by the wind
+across the grey veil of mist that shuts out the sun.  Thenceforth
+the facts reveal all.  And the facts are these.
+
+The day after the review, Mme de Langeais sent her carriage and
+liveried servants to wait at the Marquis de Montriveau's door
+from eight o'clock in the morning till three in the afternoon.
+Armand lived in the Rue de Tournon, a few steps away from the
+Chamber of Peers, and that very day the House was sitting; but
+long before the peers returned to their palaces, several people
+had recognised the Duchess's carriage and liveries.  The first of
+these was the Baron de Maulincour.  That young officer had met
+with disdain from Mme de Langeais and a better reception from Mme
+de Serizy; he betook himself at once therefore to his mistress,
+and under seal of secrecy told her of this strange freak.
+
+In a moment the news was spread with telegraphic speed through
+all the coteries in the Faubourg Saint-Germain; it reached the
+Tuileries and the Elysee-Bourbon; it was the sensation of the
+day, the matter of all the talk from noon till night.  Almost
+everywhere the women denied the facts, but in such a manner that
+the report was confirmed; the men one and all believed it, and
+manifested a most indulgent interest in Mme de Langeais.  Some
+among them threw the blame on Armand.
+
+"That savage of a Montriveau is a man of bronze," said they;
+"he insisted on making this scandal, no doubt."
+
+"Very well, then," others replied, "Mme de Langeais has been
+guilty of a most generous piece of imprudence.  To renounce the
+world and rank, and fortune, and consideration for her lover's
+sake, and that in the face of all Paris, is as fine a coup d'etat
+for a woman as that barber's knife-thrust, which so affected
+Canning in a court of assize.  Not one of the women who blame the
+Duchess would make a declaration worthy of ancient times.  It is
+heroic of Mme de Langeais to proclaim herself so frankly.  Now
+there is nothing left to her but to love Montriveau.  There must
+be something great about a woman if she says, `I will have but
+one passion.'"
+
+"But what is to become of society, monsieur, if you honour vice
+in this way without respect for virtue?" asked the Comtesse de
+Granville, the attorney-general's wife.
+
+While the Chateau, the Faubourg, and the Chaussee d'Antin were
+discussing the shipwreck of aristocratic virtue; while excited
+young men rushed about on horseback to make sure that the
+carriage was standing in the Rue de Tournon, and the Duchess in
+consequence was beyond a doubt in M. de Montriveau's rooms, Mme
+de Langeais, with heavy throbbing pulses, was lying hidden away
+in her boudoir.  And Armand?--he had been out all night, and at
+that moment was walking with M. de Marsay in the Gardens of the
+Tuileries.  The elder members, of Mme de Langeais's family were
+engaged in calling upon one another, arranging to read her a
+homily and to hold a consultation as to the best way of putting a
+stop to the scandal.
+
+At three o'clock, therefore, M. le Duc de Navarreins, the Vidame
+de Pamiers, the old Princesse de Blamont-Chauvry, and the Duc de
+Grandlieu were assembled in Mme la Duchesse de Langeais's
+drawing-room.  To them, as to all curious enquirers, the servants
+said that their mistress was not at home; the Duchess had made no
+exceptions to her orders.  But these four personages shone
+conspicuous in that lofty sphere, of which the revolutions and
+hereditary pretensions are solemnly recorded year by year in the
+Almanach de Gotha, wherefore without some slight sketch of each
+of them this picture of society were incomplete.
+
+The Princesse de Blamont-Chauvry, in the feminine world, was a
+most poetic wreck of the reign of Louis Quinze.  In her beautiful
+prime, so it was said, she had done her part to win for that
+monarch his appellation of le Bien-aime.  Of her past charms of
+feature, little remained save a remarkably prominent slender
+nose, curved like a Turkish scimitar, now the principal ornament
+of a countenance that put you in mind of an old white glove.  Add
+a few powdered curls, high-heeled pantoufles, a cap with
+upstanding loops of lace, black mittens, and a decided taste for
+ombre.  But to do full justice to the lady, it must be said that
+she appeared in low-necked gowns of an evening (so high an
+opinion of her ruins had she), wore long gloves, and raddled her
+cheeks with Martin's classic rouge.  An appalling amiability in
+her wrinkles, a prodigious brightness in the old lady's eyes, a
+profound dignity in her whole person, together with the triple
+barbed wit of her tongue, and an infallible memory in her head,
+made of her a real power in the land.  The whole Cabinet des
+Chartes was entered in duplicate on the parchment of her brain.
+She knew all the genealogies of every noble house in
+Europe--princes, dukes, and counts--and could put her hand on the
+last descendants of Charlemagne in the direct line.  No
+usurpation of title could escape the Princesse de
+Blamont-Chauvry.
+
+Young men who wished to stand well at Court, ambitious men, and
+young married women paid her assiduous homage.  Her salon set the
+tone of the Faubourg Saint-Germain.  The words of this Talleyrand
+in petticoats were taken as final decrees.  People came to
+consult her on questions of etiquette or usages, or to take
+lessons in good taste.  And, in truth, no other old woman could
+put back her snuff-box in her pocket as the Princess could; while
+there was a precision and a grace about the movements of her
+skirts, when she sat down or crossed her feet, which drove the
+finest ladies of the young generation to despair.  Her voice had
+remained in her head during one-third of her lifetime; but she
+could not prevent a descent into the membranes of the nose, which
+lent to it a peculiar expressiveness.  She still retained a
+hundred and fifty thousand livres of her great fortune, for
+Napoleon had generously returned her woods to her; so that
+personally and in the matter of possessions she was a woman of no
+little consequence.
+
+This curious antique, seated in a low chair by the fireside, was
+chatting with the Vidame de Pamiers, a contemporary ruin.  The
+Vidame was a big, tall, and spare man, a seigneur of the old
+school, and had been a Commander of the Order of Malta.  His neck
+had always been so tightly compressed by a strangulation stock,
+that his cheeks pouched over it a little, and he held his head
+high; to many people this would have given an air of
+self-sufficiency, but in the Vidame it was justified by a
+Voltairean wit.  His wide prominent eyes seemed to see
+everything, and as a matter of fact there was not much that they
+had not seen.  Altogether, his person was a perfect model of
+aristocratic outline, slim and slender, supple and agreeable.  He
+seemed as if he could be pliant or rigid at will, and twist and
+bend, or rear his head like a snake.
+
+The Duc de Navarreins was pacing up and down the room with the
+Duc de Grandlieu.  Both were men of fifty-six or thereabouts, and
+still hale; both were short, corpulent, flourishing, somewhat
+florid-complexioned men with jaded eyes, and lower lips that had
+begun to hang already.  But for an exquisite refinement of
+accent, an urbane courtesy, and an ease of manner that could
+change in a moment to insolence, a superficial observer might
+have taken them for a couple of bankers.  Any such mistake would
+have been impossible, however, if the listener could have heard
+them converse, and seen them on their guard with men whom they
+feared, vapid and commonplace with their equals, slippery with
+the inferiors whom courtiers and statesmen know how to tame by a
+tactful word, or to humiliate with an unexpected phrase.
+
+Such were the representatives of the great noblesse that
+determined to perish rather than submit to any change.  It was a
+noblesse that deserved praise and blame in equal measure; a
+noblesse that will never be judged impartially until some poet
+shall arise to tell how joyfully the nobles obeyed the King
+though their heads fell under a Richelieu's axe, and how deeply
+they scorned the guillotine of '89 as a foul revenge.
+
+Another noticeable trait in all the four was a thin voice that
+agreed peculiarly well with their ideas and bearing.  Among
+themselves, at any rate, they were on terms of perfect equality.
+None of them betrayed any sign of annoyance over the Duchess's
+escapade, but all of them had learned at Court to hide their
+feelings.
+
+And here, lest critics should condemn the puerility of the
+opening of the forthcoming scene, it is perhaps as well to remind
+the reader that Locke, once happening to be in the company of
+several great lords, renowned no less for their wit than for
+their breeding and political consistency, wickedly amused himself
+by taking down their conversation by some shorthand process of
+his own; and afterwards, when he read it over to them to see what
+they could make of it, they all burst out laughing.  And, in
+truth, the tinsel jargon which circulates among the upper ranks
+in every country yields mighty little gold to the crucible when
+washed in the ashes of literature or philosophy.  In every rank
+of society (some few Parisian salons excepted) the curious
+observer finds folly a constant quantity beneath a more or less
+transparent varnish.  Conversation with any substance in it is a
+rare exception, and boeotianism is current coin in every zone.
+In the higher regions they must perforce talk more, but to make
+up for it they think the less.  Thinking is a tiring exercise,
+and the rich like their lives to flow by easily and without
+effort.  It is by comparing the fundamental matter of jests, as
+you rise in the social scale from the street-boy to the peer of
+France, that the observer arrives at a true comprehension of M.
+de Talleyrand's maxim, "The manner is everything"; an elegant
+rendering of the legal axiom, "The form is of more consequence
+than the matter."  In the eyes of the poet the advantage rests
+with the lower classes, for they seldom fail to give a certain
+character of rude poetry to their thoughts.  Perhaps also this
+same observation may explain the sterility of the salons, their
+emptiness, their shallowness, and the repugnance felt by men of
+ability for bartering their ideas for such pitiful small change.
+
+The Duke suddenly stopped as if some bright idea occurred to him,
+and remarked to his neighbour--
+
+"So you have sold Tornthon?"
+
+"No, he is ill.  I am very much afraid I shall lose him, and I
+should be uncommonly sorry.  He is a very good hunter.  Do you
+know how the Duchesse de Marigny is?"
+
+"No.  I did not go this morning.  I was just going out to call
+when you came in to speak about Antoinette.  But yesterday she
+was very ill indeed; they had given her up, she took the
+sacrament."
+
+"Her death will make a change in your cousin's position."
+
+"Not at all.  She gave away her property in her lifetime, only
+keeping an annuity.  She made over the Guebriant estate to her
+niece, Mme de Soulanges, subject to a yearly charge."
+
+"It will be a great loss for society.  She was a kind woman.
+Her family will miss her; her experience and advice carried
+weight.  Her son Marigny is an amiable man; he has a sharp wit,
+he can talk.  He is pleasant, very pleasant.  Pleasant? oh, that
+no one can deny, but--ill regulated to the last degree.  Well,
+and yet it is an extraordinary thing, he is very acute.  He was
+dining at the club the other day with that moneyed
+Chaussee-d'Antin set.  Your uncle (he always goes there for his
+game of cards) found him there to his astonishment, and asked if
+he was a member.  `Yes,' said he, `I don't go into society now; I
+am living among the bankers.'--You know why?" added the Marquis,
+with a meaning smile.
+
+"No," said the Duke.
+
+"He is smitten with that little Mme Keller, Gondreville's
+daughter; she is only lately married, and has a great vogue, they
+say, in that set."
+
+"Well, Antoinette does not find time heavy on her hands, it
+seems," remarked the Vidame.
+
+"My affection for that little woman has driven me to find a
+singular pastime," replied the Princess, as she returned her
+snuff-box to her pocket.
+
+"Dear aunt, I am extremely vexed," said the Duke, stopping
+short in his walk.  "Nobody but one of Buonaparte's men could
+ask such an indecorous thing of a woman of fashion.  Between
+ourselves, Antoinette might have made a better choice."
+
+"The Montriveaus are a very old family and very well connected,
+my dear," replied the Princess; "they are related to all the
+noblest houses of Burgundy.  If the Dulmen branch of the Arschoot
+Rivaudoults should come to an end in Galicia, the Montriveaus
+would succeed to the Arschoot title and estates.  They inherit
+through their great-grandfather.
+
+"Are you sure?"
+
+"I know it better than this Montriveau's father did.  I told him
+about it, I used to see a good deal of him; and, Chevalier of
+several orders though he was, he only laughed; he was an
+encyclopaedist.  But his brother turned the relationship to good
+account during the emigration.  I have heard it said that his
+northern kinsfolk were most kind in every way----"
+
+"Yes, to be sure.  The Comte de Montriveau died at St.
+Petersburg," said the Vidame.  "I met him there.  He was a big
+man with an incredible passion for oysters."
+
+"However many did he eat?" asked the Duc de Grandlieu.
+
+"Ten dozen every day."
+
+"And did they not disagree with him?"
+
+"Not the least bit in the world."
+
+"Why, that is extraordinary!  Had he neither the stone nor gout,
+nor any other complaint, in consequence?"
+
+"No; his health was perfectly good, and he died through an
+accident."
+
+"By accident!  Nature prompted him to eat oysters, so probably
+he required them; for up to a certain point our predominant
+tastes are conditions of our existence."
+
+"I am of your opinion," said the Princess, with a smile.
+
+"Madame, you always put a malicious construction on things,"
+returned the Marquis.
+
+"I only want you to understand that these remarks might leave a
+wrong impression on a young woman's mind," said she, and
+interrupted herself to exclaim, "But this niece, this niece of
+mine!"
+
+"Dear aunt, I still refuse to believe that she can have gone to
+M. de Montriveau," said the Duc de Navarreins.
+
+"Bah!" returned the Princess.
+
+"What do you think, Vidame?" asked the Marquis.
+
+"If the Duchess were an artless simpleton, I should think
+that----"
+
+"But when a woman is in love she becomes an artless simpleton,"
+retorted the Princess.  "Really, my poor Vidame, you must be
+getting older."
+
+"After all, what is to be done?" asked the Duke.
+
+"If my dear niece is wise," said the Princess, "she will go to
+Court this evening--fortunately, today is Monday, and reception
+day--and you must see that we all rally round her and give the
+lie to this absurd rumour.  There are hundreds of ways of
+explaining things; and if the Marquis de Montriveau is a
+gentleman, he will come to our assistance.  We will bring these
+children to listen to reason----"
+
+"But, dear aunt, it is not easy to tell M. de Montriveau the
+truth to his face.  He is one of Buonaparte's pupils, and he has
+a position.  Why, he is one of the great men of the day; he is
+high up in the Guards, and very useful there.  He has not a spark
+of ambition.  He is just the man to say, `Here is my commission,
+leave me in peace,' if the King should say a word that he did not
+like."
+
+"Then, pray, what are his opinions?"
+
+"Very unsound."
+
+"Really," sighed the Princess, "the King is, as he always has
+been, a Jacobin under the Lilies of France."
+
+"Oh! not quite so bad," said the Vidame.
+
+"Yes; I have known him for a long while.  The man that pointed
+out the Court to his wife on the occasion of her first state
+dinner in public with, `These are our people,' could only be a
+black-hearted scoundrel.  I can see Monsieur exactly the same as
+ever in the King.  The bad brother who voted so wrongly in his
+department of the Constituent Assembly was sure to compound with
+the Liberals and allow them to argue and talk.  This
+philosophical cant will be just as dangerous now for the younger
+brother as it used to be for the elder; this fat man with the
+little mind is amusing himself by creating difficulties, and how
+his successor is to get out of them I do not know; he holds his
+younger brother in abhorrence; he would be glad to think as he
+lay dying, `He will not reign very long----'"
+
+"Aunt, he is the King, and I have the honour to be in his
+service----"
+
+"But does your post take away your right of free speech, my
+dear?  You come of quite as good a house as the Bourbons.  If the
+Guises had shown a little more resolution, His Majesty would be a
+nobody at this day.  It is time I went out of this world, the
+noblesse is dead.  Yes, it is all over with you, my children,"
+she continued, looking as she spoke at the Vidame.  "What has my
+niece done that the whole town should be talking about her?  She
+is in the wrong; I disapprove of her conduct, a useless scandal
+is a blunder; that is why I still have my doubts about this want
+of regard for appearances; I brought her up, and I know
+that----"
+
+Just at that moment the Duchess came out of her boudoir.  She had
+recognised her aunt's voice and heard the name of Montriveau.
+She was still in her loose morning-gown; and even as she came in,
+M. de Grandlieu, looking carelessly out of the window, saw his
+niece's carriage driving back along the street.  The Duke took
+his daughter's face in both hands and kissed her on the forehead.
+
+"So, dear girl," he said, "you do not know what is going on?"
+
+"Has anything extraordinary happened, father dear?"
+
+"Why, all Paris believes that you are with M. de Montriveau."
+
+"My dear Antoinette, you were at home all the time, were you
+not?" said the Princess, holding out a hand, which the Duchess
+kissed with affectionate respect.
+
+"Yes, dear mother; I was at home all the time.  And," she
+added, as she turned to greet the Vidame and the Marquis, "I
+wished that all Paris should think that I was with M. de
+Montriveau."
+
+The Duke flung up his hands, struck them together in despair, and
+folded his arms.
+
+"Then, cannot you see what will come of this mad freak?" he
+asked at last.
+
+But the aged Princess had suddenly risen, and stood looking
+steadily at the Duchess, the younger woman flushed, and her eyes
+fell.  Mme de Chauvry gently drew her closer, and said, "My
+little angel, let me kiss you!"
+
+She kissed her niece very affectionately on the forehead, and
+continued smiling, while she held her hand in a tight clasp.
+
+"We are not under the Valois now, dear child.  You have
+compromised your husband and your position.  Still, we will
+arrange to make everything right."
+
+"But, dear aunt, I do not wish to make it right at all.  It is
+my wish that all Paris should say that I was with M. de
+Montriveau this morning.  If you destroy that belief, however ill
+grounded it may be, you will do me a singular disservice."
+
+"Do you really wish to ruin yourself, child, and to grieve your
+family?"
+
+"My family, father, unintentionally condemned me to irreparable
+misfortune when they sacrificed me to family considerations.  You
+may, perhaps, blame me for seeking alleviations, but you will
+certainly feel for me."
+
+"After all the endless pains you take to settle your daughters
+suitably!" muttered M. de Navarreins, addressing the Vidame.
+
+The Princess shook a stray grain of snuff from her skirts.  "My
+dear little girl," she said, "be happy, if you can.  We are not
+talking of troubling your felicity, but of reconciling it with
+social usages.  We all of us here assembled know that marriage is
+a defective institution tempered by love.  But when you take a
+lover, is there any need to make your bed in the Place du
+Carrousel?  See now, just be a bit reasonable, and hear what we
+have to say."
+
+"I am listening."
+
+"Mme la Duchesse," began the Duc de Grandlieu, "if it were any
+part of an uncle's duty to look after his nieces, he ought to
+have a position; society would owe him honours and rewards and a
+salary, exactly as if he were in the King's service.  So I am not
+here to talk about my nephew, but of your own interests.  Let us
+look ahead a little.  If you persist in making a scandal--I have
+seen the animal before, and I own that I have no great liking for
+him--Langeais is stingy enough, and he does not care a rap for
+anyone but himself; he will have a separation; he will stick to
+your money, and leave you poor, and consequently you will be a
+nobody.  The income of a hundred thousand livres that you have
+just inherited from your maternal great-aunt will go to pay for
+his mistresses' amusements.  You will be bound and gagged by the
+law; you will have to say Amen to all these arrangements.
+Suppose M. de Montriveau leaves you----dear me! do not let us put
+ourselves in a passion, my dear niece; a man does not leave a
+woman while she is young and pretty; still, we have seen so many
+pretty women left disconsolate, even among princesses, that you
+will permit the supposition, an all but impossible supposition I
+quite wish to believe.----Well, suppose that he goes, what will
+become of you without a husband?  Keep well with your husband as
+you take care of your beauty; for beauty, after all, is a woman's
+parachute, and a husband also stands between you and worse.  I am
+supposing that you are happy and loved to the end, and I am
+leaving unpleasant or unfortunate events altogether out of the
+reckoning.  This being so, fortunately or unfortunately, you may
+have children.  What are they to be?  Montriveaus?  Very well;
+they certainly will not succeed to their father's whole fortune.
+You will want to give them all that you have; he will wish to do
+the same.  Nothing more natural, dear me!  And you will find the
+law against you.  How many times have we seen heirs-at-law
+bringing a law-suit to recover the property from illegitimate
+children?  Every court of law rings with such actions all over
+the world.  You will create a fidei commissum perhaps; and if the
+trustee betrays your confidence, your children have no remedy
+against him; and they are ruined.  So choose carefully.  You see
+the perplexities of the position.  In every possible way your
+children will be sacrificed of necessity to the fancies of your
+heart; they will have no recognised status.  While they are
+little they will be charming; but, Lord! some day they will
+reproach you for thinking of no one but your two selves.  We old
+gentlemen know all about it.  Little boys grow up into men, and
+men are ungrateful beings.  When I was in Germany, did I not hear
+young de Horn say, after supper, `If my mother had been an honest
+woman, I should be prince-regnant!'  `IF?'  We have spent our
+lives in hearing plebeians say IF.  IF brought about the
+Revolution.  When a man cannot lay the blame on his father or
+mother, he holds God responsible for his hard lot.  In short,
+dear child, we are here to open your eyes.  I will say all I have
+to say in a few words, on which you had better meditate:  A woman
+ought never to put her husband in the right."
+
+"Uncle, so long as I cared for nobody, I could calculate; I
+looked at interests then, as you do; now, I can only feel."
+
+"But, my dear little girl," remonstrated the Vidame, "life is
+simply a complication of interests and feelings; to be happy,
+more particularly in your position, one must try to reconcile
+one's feelings with one's interests.  A grisette may love
+according to her fancy, that is intelligible enough, but you have
+a pretty fortune, a family, a name and a place at Court, and you
+ought not to fling them out of the window.  And what have we been
+asking you to do to keep them all?--To manoeuvre carefully
+instead of falling foul of social conventions.  Lord!  I shall
+very soon be eighty years old, and I cannot recollect, under any
+regime, a love worth the price that you are willing to pay for
+the love of this lucky young man."
+
+The Duchess silenced the Vidame with a look; if Montriveau could
+have seen that glance, he would have forgiven all.
+
+"It would be very effective on the stage," remarked the Duc de
+Grandlieu, "but it all amounts to nothing when your jointure and
+position and independence is concerned.  You are not grateful, my
+dear niece.  You will not find many families where the relatives
+have courage enough to teach the wisdom gained by experience, and
+to make rash young heads listen to reason.  Renounce your
+salvation in two minutes, if it pleases you to damn yourself;
+well and good; but reflect well beforehand when it comes to
+renouncing your income.  I know of no confessor who remits the
+pains of poverty.  I have a right, I think, to speak in this way
+to you; for if you are ruined, I am the one person who can offer
+you a refuge.  I am almost an uncle to Langeais, and I alone have
+a right to put him in the wrong."
+
+The Duc de Navarreins roused himself from painful reflections.
+
+"Since you speak of feeling, my child," he said, "let me
+remind you that a woman who bears your name ought to be moved by
+sentiments which do not touch ordinary people.  Can you wish to
+give an advantage to the Liberals, to those Jesuits of
+Robespierre's that are doing all they can to vilify the noblesse?
+Some things a Navarreins cannot do without failing in duty to his
+house.  You would not be alone in your dishonour----"
+
+"Come, come!" said the Princess.  "Dishonour?  Do not make
+such a fuss about the journey of an empty carriage, children, and
+leave me alone with Antoinette.  Ail three of you come and dine
+with me.  I will undertake to arrange matters suitably.  You men
+understand nothing; you are beginning to talk sourly already, and
+I have no wish to see a quarrel between you and my dear child.
+Do me the pleasure to go."
+
+The three gentlemen probably guessed the Princess's intentions;
+they took their leave.  M. de Navarreins kissed his daughter on
+the forehead with, "Come, be good, dear child.  It is not too
+late yet if you choose."
+
+"Couldn't we find some good fellow in the family to pick a
+quarrel with this Montriveau?" said the Vidame, as they went
+downstairs.
+
+When the two women were alone, the Princess beckoned her niece to
+a little low chair by her side.
+
+"My pearl," said she, "in this world below, I know nothing
+worse calumniated than God and the eighteenth century; for as I
+look back over my own young days, I do not recollect that a
+single duchess trampled the proprieties underfoot as you have
+just done.  Novelists and scribblers brought the reign of Louis
+XV into disrepute.  Do not believe them.  The du Barry, my dear,
+was quite as good as the Widow Scarron, and the more agreeable
+woman of the two.  In my time a woman could keep her dignity
+among her gallantries.  Indiscretion was the ruin of us, and the
+beginning of all the mischief.  The philosophists--the nobodies
+whom we admitted into our salons--had no more gratitude or sense
+of decency than to make an inventory of our hearts, to traduce us
+one and all, and to rail against the age by way of a return for
+our kindness.  The people are not in a position to judge of
+anything whatsoever; they looked at the facts, not at the form.
+But the men and women of those times, my heart, were quite as
+remarkable as at any other period of the Monarchy.  Not one of
+your Werthers, none of your notabilities, as they are called,
+never a one of your men in yellow kid gloves and trousers that
+disguise the poverty of their legs, would cross Europe in the
+dress of a travelling hawker to brave the daggers of a Duke of
+Modena, and to shut himself up in the dressing-room of the
+Regent's daughter at the risk of his life.  Not one of your
+little consumptive patients with their tortoiseshell eyeglasses
+would hide himself in a closet for six weeks, like Lauzun, to
+keep up his mistress's courage while she was lying in of her
+child.  There was more passion in M. de Jaucourt's little finger
+than in your whole race of higglers that leave a woman to better
+themselves elsewhere!  Just tell me where to find the page that
+would be cut in pieces and buried under the floorboards for one
+kiss on the Konigsmark's gloved finger!
+
+"Really, it would seem today that the roles are exchanged, and
+women are expected to show their devotion for men.  These modern
+gentlemen are worth less, and think more of themselves.  Believe
+me, my dear, all these adventures that have been made public, and
+now are turned against our good Louis XV, were kept quite secret
+at first.  If it had not been for a pack of poetasters,
+scribblers, and moralists, who hung about our waiting-women, and
+took down their slanders, our epoch would have appeared in
+literature as a well-conducted age.  I am justifying the century
+and not its fringe.  Perhaps a hundred women of quality were
+lost; but for every one, the rogues set down ten, like the
+gazettes after a battle when they count up the losses of the
+beaten side.  And in any case I do not know that the Revolution
+and the Empire can reproach us; they were coarse, dull,
+licentious times.  Faugh! it is revolting.  Those are the
+brothels of French history.
+
+"This preamble, my dear child," she continued after a pause,
+"brings me to the thing that I have to say.  If you care for
+Montriveau, you are quite at liberty to love him at your ease,
+and as much as you can.  I know by experience that, unless you
+are locked up (but locking people up is out of fashion now), you
+will do as you please; I should have done the same at your age.
+Only, sweetheart, I should not have given up my right to be the
+mother of future Ducs de Langeais.  So mind appearances.  The
+Vidame is right.  No man is worth a single one of the sacrifices
+which we are foolish enough to make for their love.  Put yourself
+in such a position that you may still be M. de Langeais's wife,
+in case you should have the misfortune to repent.  When you are
+an old woman, you will be very glad to hear mass said at Court,
+and not in some provincial convent.  Therein lies the whole
+question.  A single imprudence means an allowance and a wandering
+life; it means that you are at the mercy of your lover; it means
+that you must put up with insolence from women that are not so
+honest, precisely because they have been very vulgarly
+sharp-witted.  It would be a hundred times better to go to
+Montriveau's at night in a cab, and disguised, instead of sending
+your carriage in broad daylight.  You are a little fool, my dear
+child!  Your carriage flattered his vanity; your person would
+have ensnared his heart.  All this that I have said is just and
+true; but, for my own part, I do not blame you.  You are two
+centuries behind the times with your false ideas of greatness.
+There, leave us to arrange your affairs, and say that Montriveau
+made your servants drunk to gratify his vanity and to compromise
+you----"
+
+The Duchess rose to her feet with a spring.  "In Heaven's name,
+aunt, do not slander him!"
+
+The old Princess's eyes flashed.
+
+"Dear child," she said, "I should have liked to spare such of
+your illusions as were not fatal.  But there must be an end of
+all illusions now.  You would soften me if I were not so old.
+Come, now, do not vex him, or us, or anyone else.  I will
+undertake to satisfy everybody; but promise me not to permit
+yourself a single step henceforth until you have consulted me.
+Tell me all, and perhaps I may bring it all right again."
+
+"Aunt, I promise----"
+
+"To tell me everything?"
+
+"Yes, everything.  Everything that can be told."
+
+"But, my sweetheart, it is precisely what cannot be told that I
+want to know.  Let us understand each other thoroughly.  Come,
+let me put my withered old lips on your beautiful forehead.  No;
+let me do as I wish.  I forbid you to kiss my bones.  Old people
+have a courtesy of their own. . . .  There, take me down to my
+carriage," she added, when she had kissed her niece.
+
+"Then may I go to him in disguise, dear aunt?"
+
+"Why--yes.  The story can always be denied," said the old
+Princess.
+
+This was the one idea which the Duchess had clearly grasped in
+the sermon.  When Mme de Chauvry was seated in the corner of her
+carriage, Mme de Langeais bade her a graceful adieu and went up
+to her room.  She was quite happy again.
+
+"My person would have snared his heart; my aunt is right; a man
+cannot surely refuse a pretty woman when she understands how to
+offer herself."
+
+That evening, at the Elysee-Bourbon, the Duc de Navarreins, M. de
+Pamiers, M. de Marsay, M. de Grandlieu, and the Duc de
+Maufrigneuse triumphantly refuted the scandals that were
+circulating with regard to the Duchesse de Langeais.  So many
+officers and other persons had seen Montriveau walking in the
+Tuileries that morning, that the silly story was set down to
+chance, which takes all that is offered.  And so, in spite of the
+fact that the Duchess's carriage had waited before Montriveau's
+door, her character became as clear and as spotless as Mambrino's
+sword after Sancho had polished it up.
+
+But, at two o'clock, M. de Ronquerolles passed Montriveau in a
+deserted alley, and said with a smile, "She is coming on, is
+your Duchess.  Go on, keep it up!" he added, and gave a
+significant cut of the riding whip to his mare, who sped off like
+a bullet down the avenue.
+
+Two days after the fruitless scandal, Mme de Langeais wrote to M.
+de Montriveau.  That letter, like the preceding ones, remained
+unanswered.  This time she took her own measures, and bribed M.
+de Montriveau's man, Auguste.  And so at eight o'clock that
+evening she was introduced into Armand's apartment.  It was not
+the room in which that secret scene had passed; it was entirely
+different.  The Duchess was told that the General would not be at
+home that night.  Had he two houses?  The man would give no
+answer.  Mme de Langeais had bought the key of the room, but not
+the man's whole loyalty.
+
+When she was left alone she saw her fourteen letters lying on an
+old-fashioned stand, all of them uncreased and unopened.  He had
+not read them.  She sank into an easy-chair, and for a while she
+lost consciousness.  When she came to herself, Auguste was
+holding vinegar for her to inhale.
+
+"A carriage; quick!" she ordered.
+
+The carriage came.  She hastened downstairs with convulsive
+speed, and left orders that no one was to be admitted.  For
+twenty-four hours she lay in bed, and would have no one near her
+but her woman, who brought her a cup of orange-flower water from
+time to time.  Suzette heard her mistress moan once or twice, and
+caught a glimpse of tears in the brilliant eyes, now circled with
+dark shadows.
+
+The next day, amid despairing tears, Mme de Langeais took her
+resolution.  Her man of business came for an interview, and no
+doubt received instructions of some kind.  Afterwards she sent
+for the Vidame de Pamiers; and while she waited, she wrote a
+letter to M. de Montriveau.  The Vidame punctually came towards
+two o'clock that afternoon, to find his young cousin looking
+white and worn, but resigned; never had her divine loveliness
+been more poetic than now in the languor of her agony.
+
+"You owe this assignation to your eighty-four years, dear
+cousin," she said.  "Ah! do not smile, I beg of you, when an
+unhappy woman has reached the lowest depths of wretchedness.  You
+are a gentleman, and after the adventures of your youth you must
+feel some indulgence for women."
+
+"None whatever," said he.
+
+"Indeed!"
+
+"Everything is in their favour."
+
+"Ah!  Well, you are one of the inner family circle; possibly you
+will be the last relative, the last friend whose hand I shall
+press, so I can ask your good offices.  Will you, dear Vidame, do
+me a service which I could not ask of my own father, nor of my
+uncle Grandlieu, nor of any woman?  You cannot fail to
+understand.  I beg of you to do my bidding, and then to forget
+what you have done, whatever may come of it.  It is this:  Will
+you take this letter and go to M. de Montriveau? will you see him
+yourself, give it into his hands, and ask him, as you men can ask
+things between yourselves--for you have a code of honour between
+man and man which you do not use with us, and a different way of
+regarding things between yourselves--ask him if he will read this
+letter?  Not in your presence.  Certain feelings men hide from
+each other.  I give you authority to say, if you think it
+necessary to bring him, that it is a question of life or death
+for me.  If he deigns----"
+
+"DEIGNS!" repeated the Vidame.
+
+"If he deigns to read it," the Duchess continued with dignity,
+"say one thing more.  You will go to see him about five o'clock,
+for I know that he will dine at home today at that time.  Very
+good.  By way of answer he must come to see me.  If, three hours
+afterwards, by eight o'clock, he does not leave his house, all
+will be over.  The Duchesse de Langeais will have vanished from
+the world.  I shall not be dead, dear friend, no, but no human
+power will ever find me again on this earth.  Come and dine with
+me; I shall at least have one friend with me in the last agony.
+Yes, dear cousin, tonight will decide my fate; and whatever
+happens to me, I pass through an ordeal by fire.  There! not a
+word.  I will hear nothing of the nature of comment or
+advice----Let us chat and laugh together," she added, holding
+out a hand, which he kissed.  "We will be like two grey-headed
+philosophers who have learned how to enjoy life to the last
+moment.  I will look my best; I will be very enchanting for you.
+You perhaps will be the last man to set eyes on the Duchesse de
+Langeais."
+
+The Vicomte bowed, took the letter, and went without a word.  At
+five o'clock he returned.  His cousin had studied to please him,
+and she looked lovely indeed.  The room was gay with flowers as
+if for a festivity; the dinner was exquisite.  For the
+grey-headed Vidame the Duchess displayed all the brilliancy of
+her wit; she was more charming than she had ever been before.  At
+first the Vidame tried to look on all these preparations as a
+young woman's jest; but now and again the attempted illusion
+faded, the spell of his fair cousin's charm was broken.  He
+detected a shudder caused by some kind of sudden dread, and once
+she seemed to listen during a pause.
+
+"What is the matter?" he asked.
+
+"Hush!" she said.
+
+At seven o'clock the Duchess left him for a few minutes.  When
+she came back again she was dressed as her maid might have
+dressed for a journey.  She asked her guest to be her escort,
+took his arm, sprang into a hackney coach, and by a quarter to
+eight they stood outside M. de Montriveau's door.
+
+Armand meantime had been reading the following letter:--
+
+
+"MY FRIEND,--I went to your rooms for a few minutes without your
+knowledge; I found my letters there, and took them away.  This
+cannot be indifference, Armand, between us; and hatred would show
+itself quite differently.  If you love me, make an end of this
+cruel play, or you will kill me, and afterwards, learning how
+much you were loved, you might be in despair.  If I have not
+rightly understood you, if you have no feeling towards me but
+aversion, which implies both contempt and disgust, then I give up
+all hope.  A man never recovers from those feelings.  You will
+have no regrets.  Dreadful though that thought may be, it will
+comfort me in my long sorrow.  Regrets?  Oh, my Armand, may I
+never know of them; if I thought that I had caused you a single
+regret----But, no, I will not tell you what desolation I should
+feel.  I should be living still, and I could not be your wife; it
+would be too late!
+
+"Now that I have given myself wholly to you in thought, to whom
+else should I give myself?--to God.  The eyes that you loved for
+a little while shall never look on another man's face; and may
+the glory of God blind them to all besides.  I shall never hear
+human voices more since I heard yours--so gentle at the first, so
+terrible yesterday; for it seems to me that I am still only on
+the morrow of your vengeance.  And now may the will of God
+consume me.  Between His wrath and yours, my friend, there will
+be nothing left for me but a little space for tears and prayers.
+
+"Perhaps you wonder why I write to you?  Ah! do not think ill of
+me if I keep a gleam of hope, and give one last sigh to happy
+life before I take leave of it forever.  I am in a hideous
+position.  I feel all the inward serenity that comes when a great
+resolution has been taken, even while I hear the last growlings
+of the storm.  When you went out on that terrible adventure which
+so drew me to you, Armand, you went from the desert to the oasis
+with a good guide to show you the way.  Well, I am going out of
+the oasis into the desert, and you are a pitiless guide to me.
+And yet you only, my friend, can understand how melancholy it is
+to look back for the last time on happiness--to you, and you
+only, I can make moan without a blush.  If you grant my entreaty,
+I shall be happy; if you are inexorable, I shall expiate the
+wrong that I have done.  After all, it is natural, is it not,
+that a woman should wish to live, invested with all noble
+feelings, in her friend's memory?  Oh! my one and only love, let
+her to whom you gave life go down into the tomb in the belief
+that she is great in your eyes.  Your harshness led me to
+reflect; and now that I love you so, it seems to me that I am
+less guilty than you think.  Listen to my justification, I owe it
+to you; and you that are all the world to me, owe me at least a
+moment's justice.
+
+"I have learned by my own anguish all that I made you suffer by
+my coquetry; but in those days I was utterly ignorant of love.
+YOU know what the torture is, and you mete it out to me!  During
+those first eight months that you gave me you never roused any
+feeling of love in me.  Do you ask why this was so, my friend?  I
+can no more explain it than I can tell you why I love you now.
+Oh! certainly it flattered my vanity that I should be the subject
+of your passionate talk, and receive those burning glances of
+yours; but you left me cold.  No, I was not a woman; I had no
+conception of womanly devotion and happiness.  Who was to blame?
+You would have despised me, would you not, if I had given myself
+without the impulse of passion?  Perhaps it is the highest height
+to which we can rise--to give all and receive no joy; perhaps
+there is no merit in yielding oneself to bliss that is foreseen
+and ardently desired.  Alas, my friend, I can say this now; these
+thoughts came to me when I played with you; and you seemed to me
+so great even then that I would not have you owe the gift to
+pity----What is this that I have written?
+
+"I have taken back all my letters; I am flinging them one by one
+on the fire; they are burning.  You will never know what they
+confessed--all the love and the passion and the madness----
+
+"I will say no more, Armand; I will stop.  I will not say
+another word of my feelings.  If my prayers have not echoed from
+my soul through yours, I also, woman that I am, decline to owe
+your love to your pity.  It is my wish to be loved, because you
+cannot choose but love me, or else to be left without mercy.  If
+you refuse to read this letter, it shall be burnt.  If, after you
+have read it, you do not come to me within three hours, to be
+henceforth forever my husband, the one man in the world for me;
+then I shall never blush to know that this letter is in your
+hands, the pride of my despair will protect my memory from all
+insult, and my end shall be worthy of my love.  When you see me
+no more on earth, albeit I shall still be alive, you yourself
+will not think without a shudder of the woman who, in three
+hours' time, will live only to overwhelm you with her tenderness;
+a woman consumed by a hopeless love, and faithful--not to
+memories of past joys--but to a love that was slighted.
+
+"The Duchesse de la Valliere wept for lost happiness and
+vanished power; but the Duchesse de Langeais will be happy that
+she may weep and be a power for you still.  Yes, you will regret
+me.  I see clearly that I was not of this world, and I thank you
+for making it clear to me.
+
+"Farewell; you will never touch MY axe.  Yours was the
+executioner's axe, mine is God's; yours kills, mine saves.  Your
+love was but mortal, it could not endure disdain or ridicule;
+mine can endure all things without growing weaker, it will last
+eternally.  Ah!  I feel a sombre joy in crushing you that believe
+yourself so great; in humbling you with the calm, indulgent smile
+of one of the least among the angels that lie at the feet of God,
+for to them is given the right and the power to protect and watch
+over men in His name.  You have but felt fleeting desires, while
+the poor nun will shed the light of her ceaseless and ardent
+prayer about you, she will shelter you all your life long beneath
+the wings of a love that has nothing of earth in it.
+
+"I have a presentiment of your answer; our trysting place shall
+be--in heaven.  Strength and weakness can both enter there, dear
+Armand; the strong and the weak are bound to suffer.  This
+thought soothes the anguish of my final ordeal.  So calm am I
+that I should fear that I had ceased to love you if I were not
+about to leave the world for your sake.
+
+"ANTOINETTE."
+
+
+"Dear Vidame," said the Duchess as they reached Montriveau's
+house, "do me the kindness to ask at the door whether he is at
+home."  The Vidame, obedient after the manner of the eighteenth
+century to a woman's wish, got out, and came back to bring his
+cousin an affirmative answer that sent a shudder through her.
+She grasped his hand tightly in hers, suffered him to kiss her on
+either cheek, and begged him to go at once.  He must not watch
+her movements nor try to protect her.  "But the people passing
+in the street," he objected.
+
+"No one can fail in respect to me," she said.  It was the last
+word spoken by the Duchess and the woman of fashion.
+
+The Vidame went.  Mme de Langeais wrapped herself about in her
+cloak, and stood on the doorstep until the clocks struck eight.
+The last stroke died away.  The unhappy woman waited ten, fifteen
+minutes; to the last she tried to see a fresh humiliation in the
+delay, then her faith ebbed.  She turned to leave the fatal
+threshold.
+
+"Oh, God!" the cry broke from her in spite of herself; it was
+the first word spoken by the Carmelite.
+
+
+Montriveau and some of his friends were talking together.  He
+tried to hasten them to a conclusion, but his clock was slow, and
+by the time he started out for the Hotel de Langeais the Duchess
+was hurrying on foot through the streets of Paris, goaded by the
+dull rage in her heart.  She reached the Boulevard d'Enfer, and
+looked out for the last time through falling tears on the noisy,
+smoky city that lay below in a red mist, lighted up by its own
+lamps.  Then she hailed a cab, and drove away, never to return.
+When the Marquis de Montriveau reached the Hotel de Langeais, and
+found no trace of his mistress, he thought that he had been
+duped.  He hurried away at once to the Vidame, and found that
+worthy gentleman in the act of slipping on his flowered
+dressing-gown, thinking the while of his fair cousin's happiness.
+
+Montriveau gave him one of the terrific glances that produced the
+effect of an electric shock on men and women alike.
+
+"Is it possible that you have lent yourself to some cruel hoax,
+monsieur?" Montriveau exclaimed.  "I have just come from Mme de
+Langeais's house; the servants say that she is out."
+
+"Then a great misfortune has happened, no doubt," returned the
+Vidame, "and through your fault.  I left the Duchess at your
+door----"
+
+"When?"
+
+"At a quarter to eight."
+
+"Good evening," returned Montriveau, and he hurried home to ask
+the porter whether he had seen a lady standing on the doorstep
+that evening.
+
+"Yes, my Lord Marquis, a handsome woman, who seemed very much
+put out.  She was crying like a Magdalen, but she never made a
+sound, and stood as upright as a post.  Then at last she went,
+and my wife and I that were watching her while she could not see
+us, heard her say, `Oh, God!' so that it went to our hearts,
+asking your pardon, to hear her say it."
+
+Montriveau, in spite of all his firmness, turned pale at those
+few words.  He wrote a few lines to Ronquerolles, sent off the
+message at once, and went up to his rooms.  Ronquerolles came
+just about midnight.
+
+Armand gave him the Duchess's letter to read.
+
+"Well?" asked Ronquerolles.
+
+"She was here at my door at eight o'clock; at a quarter-past
+eight she had gone.  I have lost her, and I love her.  Oh! if my
+life were my own, I could blow my brains out."
+
+"Pooh, pooh!  Keep cool," said Ronquerolles.  "Duchesses do
+not fly off like wagtails.  She cannot travel faster than three
+leagues an hour, and tomorrow we will ride six.--Confound it!
+Mme de Langeais is no ordinary woman," he continued.  "Tomorrow
+we will all of us mount and ride.  The police will put us on her
+track during the day.  She must have a carriage; angels of that
+sort have no wings.  We shall find her whether she is on the road
+or hidden in Paris.  There is the semaphore.  We can stop her.
+You shall be happy.  But, my dear fellow, you have made a
+blunder, of which men of your energy are very often guilty.  They
+judge others by themselves, and do not know the point when human
+nature gives way if you strain the cords too tightly.  Why did
+you not say a word to me sooner?  I would have told you to be
+punctual.  Good-bye till tomorrow," he added, as Montriveau said
+nothing.  "Sleep if you can," he added, with a grasp of the
+hand.
+
+But the greatest resources which society has ever placed at the
+disposal of statesmen, kings, ministers, bankers, or any human
+power, in fact, were all exhausted in vain.  Neither Montriveau
+nor his friends could find any trace of the Duchess.  It was
+clear that she had entered a convent.  Montriveau determined to
+search, or to institute a search, for her through every convent
+in the world.  He must have her, even at the cost of all the
+lives in a town.  And in justice to this extraordinary man, it
+must be said that his frenzied passion awoke to the same ardour
+daily and lasted through five years.  Only in 1829 did the Duc de
+Navarreins hear by chance that his daughter had travelled to
+Spain as Lady Julia Hopwood's maid, that she had left her service
+at Cadiz, and that Lady Julia never discovered that Mlle Caroline
+was the illustrious duchess whose sudden disappearance filled the
+minds of the highest society of Paris.
+
+
+The feelings of the two lovers when they met again on either side
+of the grating in the Carmelite convent should now be
+comprehended to the full, and the violence of the passion
+awakened in either soul will doubtless explain the catastrophe of
+the story.
+
+In 1823 the Duc de Langeais was dead, and his wife was free.
+Antoinette de Navarreins was living, consumed by love, on a ledge
+of rock in the Mediterranean; but it was in the Pope's power to
+dissolve Sister Theresa's vows.  The happiness bought by so much
+love might yet bloom for the two lovers.  These thoughts sent
+Montriveau flying from Cadiz to Marseilles, and from Marseilles
+to Paris.
+
+A few months after his return to France, a merchant brig, fitted
+out and munitioned for active service, set sail from the port of
+Marseilles for Spain.  The vessel had been chartered by several
+distinguished men, most of them Frenchmen, who, smitten with a
+romantic passion for the East, wished to make a journey to those
+lands.  Montriveau's familiar knowledge of Eastern customs made
+him an invaluable travelling companion, and at the entreaty of
+the rest he had joined the expedition; the Minister of War
+appointed him lieutenant-general, and put him on the Artillery
+Commission to facilitate his departure.
+
+Twenty-fours hours later the brig lay to off the north-west shore
+of an island within sight of the Spanish coast.  She had been
+specially chosen for her shallow keel and light mastage, so that
+she might lie at anchor in safety half a league away from the
+reefs that secure the island from approach in this direction.  If
+fishing vessels or the people on the island caught sight of the
+brig, they were scarcely likely to feel suspicious of her at
+once; and besides, it was easy to give a reason for her presence
+without delay.  Montriveau hoisted the flag of the United States
+before they came in sight of the island, and the crew of the
+vessel were all American sailors, who spoke nothing but English.
+One of M. de Montriveau's companions took the men ashore in the
+ship's longboat, and made them so drunk at an inn in the little
+town that they could not talk.  Then he gave out that the brig
+was manned by treasure-seekers, a gang of men whose hobby was
+well known in the United States; indeed, some Spanish writer had
+written a history of them.  The presence of the brig among the
+reefs was now sufficiently explained.  The owners of the vessel,
+according to the self-styled boatswain's mate, were looking for
+the wreck of a galleon which foundered thereabouts in 1778 with a
+cargo of treasure from Mexico.  The people at the inn and the
+authorities asked no more questions.
+
+Armand, and the devoted friends who were helping him in his
+difficult enterprise, were all from the first of the opinion that
+there was no hope of rescuing or carrying off Sister Theresa by
+force or stratagem from the side of the little town.  Wherefore
+these bold spirits, with one accord, determined to take the bull
+by the horns.  They would make a way to the convent at the most
+seemingly inaccessible point; like General Lamarque, at the
+storming of Capri, they would conquer Nature.  The cliff at the
+end of the island, a sheer block of granite, afforded even less
+hold than the rock of Capri.  So it seemed at least to
+Montriveau, who had taken part in that incredible exploit, while
+the nuns in his eyes were much more redoubtable than Sir Hudson
+Lowe.  To raise a hubbub over carrying off the Duchess would
+cover them with confusion.  They might as well set siege to the
+town and convent, like pirates, and leave not a single soul to
+tell of their victory.  So for them their expedition wore but two
+aspects.  There should be a conflagration and a feat of arms that
+should dismay all Europe, while the motives of the crime remained
+unknown; or, on the other hand, a mysterious, aerial descent
+which should persuade the nuns that the Devil himself had paid
+them a visit.  They had decided upon the latter course in the
+secret council held before they left Paris, and subsequently
+everything had been done to insure the success of an expedition
+which promised some real excitement to jaded spirits weary of
+Paris and its pleasures.
+
+An extremely light pirogue, made at Marseilles on a Malayan
+model, enabled them to cross the reef, until the rocks rose from
+out of the water.  Then two cables of iron wire were fastened
+several feet apart between one rock and another.  These wire
+ropes slanted upwards and downwards in opposite directions, so
+that baskets of iron wire could travel to and fro along them; and
+in this manner the rocks were covered with a system of baskets
+and wire-cables, not unlike the filaments which a certain species
+of spider weaves about a tree.  The Chinese, an essentially
+imitative people, were the first to take a lesson from the work
+of instinct.  Fragile as these bridges were, they were always
+ready for use; high waves and the caprices of the sea could not
+throw them out of working order; the ropes hung just sufficiently
+slack, so as to present to the breakers that particular curve
+discovered by Cachin, the immortal creator of the harbour at
+Cherbourg.  Against this cunningly devised line the angry surge
+is powerless; the law of that curve was a secret wrested from
+Nature by that faculty of observation in which nearly all human
+genius consists.
+
+M. de Montriveau's companions were alone on board the vessel, and
+out of sight of every human eye.  No one from the deck of a
+passing vessel could have discovered either the brig hidden among
+the reefs, or the men at work among the rocks; they lay below the
+ordinary range of the most powerful telescope.  Eleven days were
+spent in preparation, before the Thirteen, with all their
+infernal power, could reach the foot of the cliffs.  The body of
+the rock rose up straight from the sea to a height of thirty
+fathoms.  Any attempt to climb the sheer wall of granite seemed
+impossible; a mouse might as well try to creep up the slippery
+sides of a plain china vase.  Still there was a cleft, a straight
+line of fissure so fortunately placed that large blocks of wood
+could be wedged firmly into it at a distance of about a foot
+apart.  Into these blocks the daring workers drove iron cramps,
+specially made for the purpose, with a broad iron bracket at the
+outer end, through which a hole had been drilled.  Each bracket
+carried a light deal board which corresponded with a notch made
+in a pole that reached to the top of the cliffs, and was firmly
+planted in the beach at their feet.  With ingenuity worthy of
+these men who found nothing impossible, one of their number, a
+skilled mathematician, had calculated the angle from which the
+steps must start; so that from the middle they rose gradually,
+like the sticks of a fan, to the top of the cliff, and descended
+in the same fashion to its base.  That miraculously light, yet
+perfectly firm, staircase cost them twenty-two days of toil.  A
+little tinder and the surf of the sea would destroy all trace of
+it forever in a single night.  A betrayal of the secret was
+impossible; and all search for the violators of the convent was
+doomed to failure.
+
+At the top of the rock there was a platform with sheer precipice
+on all sides.  The Thirteen, reconnoitring the ground with their
+glasses from the masthead, made certain that though the ascent
+was steep and rough, there would be no difficulty in gaining the
+convent garden, where the trees were thick enough for a
+hiding-place.  After such great efforts they would not risk the
+success of their enterprise, and were compelled to wait till the
+moon passed out of her last quarter.
+
+For two nights Montriveau, wrapped in his cloak, lay out on the
+rock platform.  The singing at vespers and matins filled him with
+unutterable joy.  He stood under the wall to hear the music of
+the organ, listening intently for one voice among the rest.  But
+in spite of the silence, the confused effect of music was all
+that reached his ears.  In those sweet harmonies defects of
+execution are lost; the pure spirit of art comes into direct
+communication with the spirit of the hearer, making no demand on
+the attention, no strain on the power of listening.  Intolerable
+memories awoke.  All the love within him seemed to break into
+blossom again at the breath of that music; he tried to find
+auguries of happiness in the air.  During the last night he sat
+with his eyes fixed upon an ungrated window, for bars were not
+needed on the side of the precipice.  A light shone there all
+through the hours; and that instinct of the heart, which is
+sometimes true, and as often false, cried within him, "She is
+there!"
+
+"She is certainly there!  Tomorrow she will be mine," he said
+to himself, and joy blended with the slow tinkling of a bell that
+began to ring.
+
+Strange unaccountable workings of the heart!  The nun, wasted by
+yearning love, worn out with tears and fasting, prayer and
+vigils; the woman of nine-and-twenty, who had passed through
+heavy trials, was loved more passionately than the lighthearted
+girl, the woman of four-and-twenty, the sylphide, had ever been.
+But is there not, for men of vigorous character, something
+attractive in the sublime expression engraven on women's faces by
+the impetuous stirrings of thought and misfortunes of no ignoble
+kind?  Is there not a beauty of suffering which is the most
+interesting of all beauty to those men who feel that within them
+there is an inexhaustible wealth of tenderness and consoling pity
+for a creature so gracious in weakness, so strong with love?  It
+is the ordinary nature that is attracted by young, smooth,
+pink-and-white beauty, or, in one word, by prettiness.  In some
+faces love awakens amid the wrinkles carved by sorrow and the
+ruin made by melancholy; Montriveau could not but feel drawn to
+these.  For cannot a lover, with the voice of a great longing,
+call forth a wholly new creature? a creature athrob with the life
+but just begun breaks forth for him alone, from the outward form
+that is fair for him, and faded for all the world besides.  Does
+he not love two women?--One of them, as others see her, is pale
+and wan and sad; but the other, the unseen love that his heart
+knows, is an angel who understands life through feeling, and is
+adorned in all her glory only for love's high festivals.
+
+The General left his post before sunrise, but not before he had
+heard voices singing together, sweet voices full of tenderness
+sounding faintly from the cell.  When he came down to the foot of
+the cliffs where his friends were waiting, he told them that
+never in his life had he felt such enthralling bliss, and in the
+few words there was that unmistakable thrill of repressed strong
+feeling, that magnificent utterance which all men respect.
+
+That night eleven of his devoted comrades made the ascent in the
+darkness.  Each man carried a poniard, a provision of chocolate,
+and a set of house-breaking tools.  They climbed the outer walls
+with scaling-ladders, and crossed the cemetery of the convent.
+Montriveau recognised the long, vaulted gallery through which he
+went to the parlour, and remembered the windows of the room.  His
+plans were made and adopted in a moment.  They would effect an
+entrance through one of the windows in the Carmelite's half of
+the parlour, find their way along the corridors, ascertain
+whether the sister's names were written on the doors, find Sister
+Theresa's cell, surprise her as she slept, and carry her off,
+bound and gagged.  The programme presented no difficulties to men
+who combined boldness and a convict's dexterity with the
+knowledge peculiar to men of the world, especially as they would
+not scruple to give a stab to ensure silence.
+
+In two hours the bars were sawn through.  Three men stood on
+guard outside, and two inside the parlour.  The rest, barefooted,
+took up their posts along the corridor.  Young Henri de Marsay,
+the most dexterous man among them, disguised by way of precaution
+in a Carmelite's robe, exactly like the costume of the convent,
+led the way, and Montriveau came immediately behind him.  The
+clock struck three just as the two men reached the dormitory
+cells.  They soon saw the position.  Everything was perfectly
+quiet.  With the help of a dark lantern they read the names
+luckily written on every door, together with the picture of a
+saint or saints and the mystical words which every nun takes as a
+kind of motto for the beginning of her new life and the
+revelation of her last thought.  Montriveau reached Sister
+Theresa's door and read the inscription, Sub invocatione sanctae
+matris Theresae, and her motto, Adoremus in aeternum.  Suddenly
+his companion laid a hand on his shoulder.  A bright light was
+streaming through the chinks of the door.  M. de Ronquerolles
+came up at that moment.
+
+"All the nuns are in the church," he said; "they are beginning
+the Office for the Dead."
+
+"I will stay here," said Montriveau.  "Go back into the
+parlour, and shut the door at the end of the passage."
+
+He threw open the door and rushed in, preceded by his disguised
+companion, who let down the veil over his face.
+
+There before them lay the dead Duchess; her plank bed had been
+laid on the floor of the outer room of her cell, between two
+lighted candles.  Neither Montriveau nor de Marsay spoke a word
+or uttered a cry; but they looked into each other's faces.  The
+General's dumb gesture tried to say, "Let us carry her away!"
+
+"Quickly" shouted Ronquerolles, "the procession of nuns is
+leaving the church.  You will be caught!"
+
+With magical swiftness of movement, prompted by an intense
+desire, the dead woman was carried into the convent parlour,
+passed through the window, and lowered from the walls before the
+Abbess, followed by the nuns, returned to take up Sister
+Theresa's body.  The sister left in charge had imprudently left
+her post; there were secrets that she longed to know; and so busy
+was she ransacking the inner room, that she heard nothing, and
+was horrified when she came back to find that the body was gone.
+Before the women, in their blank amazement, could think of making
+a search, the Duchess had been lowered by a cord to the foot of
+the crags, and Montriveau's companions had destroyed all traces
+of their work.  By nine o'clock that morning there was not a sign
+to show that either staircase or wire-cables had ever existed,
+and Sister Theresa's body had been taken on board.  The brig came
+into the port to ship her crew, and sailed that day.
+
+Montriveau, down in the cabin, was left alone with Antoinette de
+Navarreins.  For some hours it seemed as if her dead face was
+transfigured for him by that unearthly beauty which the calm of
+death gives to the body before it perishes.
+
+"Look here," said Ronquerolles when Montriveau reappeared on
+deck, "THAT was a woman once, now it is nothing.  Let us tie a
+cannon ball to both feet and throw the body overboard; and if
+ever you think of her again, think of her as of some book that
+you read as a boy."
+
+"Yes," assented Montriveau, "it is nothing now but a dream."
+
+"That is sensible of you.  Now, after this, have passions; but
+as for love, a man ought to know how to place it wisely; it is
+only a woman's last love that can satisfy a man's first love."
+
+
+
+ADDENDUM
+
+  The Duchesse de Langeais is the second part of the trilogy. Part
+  one is entitled Ferragus and part three is The Girl with the
+  Golden Eyes. In other addendum references all three stories
+  are usually combined under the title The Thirteen.
+
+The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy.
+
+Blamont-Chauvry, Princesse de
+  Madame Firmiani
+  The Lily of the Valley
+
+Grandlieu, Duc Ferdinand de
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  A Bachelor's Establishment
+  Modeste Mignon
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+
+Keller, Madame Francois
+  Domestic Peace
+  The Member for Arcis
+
+Langeais, Duc de
+  An Episode under the Terror
+
+Langeais, Duchesse Antoinette de
+  Father Goriot
+  Ferragus
+
+Marsay, Henri de
+  Ferragus
+  The Girl with the Golden Eyes
+  The Unconscious Humorists
+  Another Study of Woman
+  The Lily of the Valley
+  Father Goriot
+  Jealousies of a Country Town
+  Ursule Mirouet
+  A Marriage Settlement
+  Lost Illusions
+  A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
+  Letters of Two Brides
+  The Ball at Sceaux
+  Modeste Mignon
+  The Secrets of a Princess
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  A Daughter of Eve
+
+Montriveau, General Marquis Armand de
+  Father Goriot
+  Lost Illusions
+  A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
+  Another Study of Woman
+  Pierrette
+  The Member for Arcis
+
+Navarreins, Duc de
+  A Bachelor's Establishment
+  Colonel Chabert
+  The Muse of the Department
+  Jealousies of a Country Town
+  The Peasantry
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  The Country Parson
+  The Magic Skin
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  The Secrets of a Princess
+  Cousin Betty
+
+Nucingen, Baronne Delphine de
+  Father Goriot
+  Eugenie Grandet
+  Cesar Birotteau
+  Melmoth Reconciled
+  Lost Illusions
+  A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
+  The Commission in Lunacy
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  Modeste Mignon
+  The Firm of Nucingen
+  Another Study of Woman
+  A Daughter of Eve
+  The Member for Arcis
+
+Pamiers, Vidame de
+  Ferragus
+  Jealousies of a Country Town
+
+Ronquerolles, Marquis de
+  The Imaginary Mistress
+  Ferragus
+  The Girl with the Golden Eyes
+  The Peasantry
+  Ursule Mirouet
+  A Woman of Thirty
+  Another Study of Woman
+  The Member for Arcis
+
+Serizy, Comtesse de
+  A Start in Life
+  Ferragus
+  Ursule Mirouet
+  A Woman of Thirty
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  Another Study of Woman
+  The Imaginary Mistress
+
+Soulanges, Comtesse Hortense de
+  Domestic Peace
+  The Peasantry
+
+
+
+                                 III.
+
+
+
+                    THE GIRL WITH THE GOLDEN EYES
+
+                         By HONORE DE BALZAC
+
+
+                     Translated by Ellen Marriage
+
+
+
+                              DEDICATION
+
+                    To Eugene Delacroix, Painter.
+
+
+
+One of those sights in which most horror is to be encountered is,
+surely, the general aspect of the Parisian populace--a people fearful
+to behold, gaunt, yellow, tawny. Is not Paris a vast field in
+perpetual turmoil from a storm of interests beneath which are whirled
+along a crop of human beings, who are, more often than not, reaped by
+death, only to be born again as pinched as ever, men whose twisted and
+contorted faces give out at every pore the instinct, the desire, the
+poisons with which their brains are pregnant; not faces so much as
+masks; masks of weakness, masks of strength, masks of misery, masks of
+joy, masks of hypocrisy; all alike worn and stamped with the indelible
+signs of a panting cupidity? What is it they want? Gold or pleasure? A
+few observations upon the soul of Paris may explain the causes of its
+cadaverous physiognomy, which has but two ages--youth and decay:
+youth, wan and colorless; decay, painted to seem young. In looking at
+this excavated people, foreigners, who are not prone to reflection,
+experience at first a movement of disgust towards the capital, that
+vast workshop of delights, from which, in a short time, they cannot
+even extricate themselves, and where they stay willingly to be
+corrupted. A few words will suffice to justify physiologically the
+almost infernal hue of Parisian faces, for it is not in mere sport
+that Paris has been called a hell. Take the phrase for truth. There
+all is smoke and fire, everything gleams, crackles, flames,
+evaporates, dies out, then lights up again, with shooting sparks, and
+is consumed. In no other country has life ever been more ardent or
+acute. The social nature, even in fusion, seems to say after each
+completed work: "Pass on to another!" just as Nature says herself.
+Like Nature herself, this social nature is busied with insects and
+flowers of a day--ephemeral trifles; and so, too, it throws up fire
+and flame from its eternal crater. Perhaps, before analyzing the
+causes which lend a special physiognomy to each tribe of this
+intelligent and mobile nation, the general cause should be pointed out
+which bleaches and discolors, tints with blue or brown individuals in
+more or less degree.
+
+By dint of taking interest in everything, the Parisian ends by being
+interested in nothing. No emotion dominating his face, which friction
+has rubbed away, it turns gray like the faces of those houses upon
+which all kinds of dust and smoke have blown. In effect, the Parisian,
+with his indifference on the day for what the morrow will bring forth,
+lives like a child, whatever may be his age. He grumbles at
+everything, consoles himself for everything, jests at everything,
+forgets, desires, and tastes everything, seizes all with passion,
+quits all with indifference--his kings, his conquests, his glory, his
+idols of bronze or glass--as he throws away his stockings, his hats,
+and his fortune. In Paris no sentiment can withstand the drift of
+things, and their current compels a struggle in which the passions are
+relaxed: there love is a desire, and hatred a whim; there's no true
+kinsman but the thousand-franc note, no better friend than the
+pawnbroker. This universal toleration bears its fruits, and in the
+salon, as in the street, there is no one /de trop/, there is no one
+absolutely useful, or absolutely harmful--knaves or fools, men of wit
+or integrity. There everything is tolerated: the government and the
+guillotine, religion and the cholera. You are always acceptable to
+this world, you will never be missed by it. What, then, is the
+dominating impulse in this country without morals, without faith,
+without any sentiment, wherein, however, every sentiment, belief, and
+moral has its origin and end? It is gold and pleasure. Take those two
+words for a lantern, and explore that great stucco cage, that hive
+with its black gutters, and follow the windings of that thought which
+agitates, sustains, and occupies it! Consider! And, in the first
+place, examine the world which possesses nothing.
+
+The artisan, the man of the proletariat, who uses his hands, his
+tongue, his back, his right arm, his five fingers, to live--well, this
+very man, who should be the first to economize his vital principle,
+outruns his strength, yokes his wife to some machine, wears out his
+child, and ties him to the wheel. The manufacturer--or I know not what
+secondary thread which sets in motion all these folk who with their
+foul hands mould and gild porcelain, sew coats and dresses, beat out
+iron, turn wood and steel, weave hemp, festoon crystal, imitate
+flowers, work woolen things, break in horses, dress harness, carve in
+copper, paint carriages, blow glass, corrode the diamond, polish
+metals, turn marble into leaves, labor on pebbles, deck out thought,
+tinge, bleach, or blacken everything--well, this middleman has come to
+that world of sweat and good-will, of study and patience, with
+promises of lavish wages, either in the name of the town's caprices or
+with the voice of the monster dubbed speculation. Thus, these
+/quadrumanes/ set themselves to watch, work, and suffer, to fast,
+sweat, and bestir them. Then, careless of the future, greedy of
+pleasure, counting on their right arm as the painter on his palette,
+lords for one day, they throw their money on Mondays to the /cabarets/
+which gird the town like a belt of mud, haunts of the most shameless
+of the daughters of Venus, in which the periodical money of this
+people, as ferocious in their pleasures as they are calm at work, is
+squandered as it had been at play. For five days, then, there is no
+repose for this laborious portion of Paris! It is given up to actions
+which make it warped and rough, lean and pale, gush forth with a
+thousand fits of creative energy. And then its pleasure, its repose,
+are an exhausting debauch, swarthy and black with blows, white with
+intoxication, or yellow with indigestion. It lasts but two days, but
+it steals to-morrow's bread, the week's soup, the wife's dress, the
+child's wretched rags. Men, born doubtless to be beautiful--for all
+creatures have a relative beauty--are enrolled from their childhood
+beneath the yoke of force, beneath the rule of the hammer, the chisel,
+the loom, and have been promptly vulcanized. Is not Vulcan, with his
+hideousness and his strength, the emblem of this strong and hideous
+nation--sublime in its mechanical intelligence, patient in its season,
+and once in a century terrible, inflammable as gunpowder, and ripe
+with brandy for the madness of revolution, with wits enough, in fine,
+to take fire at a captious word, which signifies to it always: Gold
+and Pleasure! If we comprise in it all those who hold out their hands
+for an alms, for lawful wages, or the five francs that are granted to
+every kind of Parisian prostitution, in short, for all the money well
+or ill earned, this people numbers three hundred thousand individuals.
+Were it not for the /cabarets/, would not the Government be overturned
+every Tuesday? Happily, by Tuesday, this people is glutted, sleeps off
+its pleasure, is penniless, and returns to its labor, to dry bread,
+stimulated by a need of material procreation, which has become a habit
+to it. None the less, this people has its phenomenal virtues, its
+complete men, unknown Napoleons, who are the type of its strength
+carried to its highest expression, and sum up its social capacity in
+an existence wherein thought and movement combine less to bring joy
+into it than to neutralize the action of sorrow.
+
+Chance has made an artisan economical, chance has favored him with
+forethought, he has been able to look forward, has met with a wife and
+found himself a father, and, after some years of hard privation, he
+embarks in some little draper's business, hires a shop. If neither
+sickness nor vice blocks his way--if he has prospered--there is the
+sketch of this normal life.
+
+And, in the first place, hail to that king of Parisian activity, to
+whom time and space give way. Yes, hail to that being, composed of
+saltpetre and gas, who makes children for France during his laborious
+nights, and in the day multiplies his personality for the service,
+glory, and pleasure of his fellow-citizens. This man solves the
+problem of sufficing at once to his amiable wife, to his hearth, to
+the /Constitutionnel/, to his office, to the National Guard, to the
+opera, and to God; but, only in order that the /Constitutionnel/, his
+office, the National Guard, the opera, his wife, and God may be
+changed into coin. In fine, hail to an irreproachable pluralist. Up
+every day at five o'clock, he traverses like a bird the space which
+separates his dwelling from the Rue Montmartre. Let it blow or
+thunder, rain or snow, he is at the /Constitutionnel/, and waits there
+for the load of newspapers which he has undertaken to distribute. He
+receives this political bread with eagerness, takes it, bears it away.
+At nine o'clock he is in the bosom of his family, flings a jest to his
+wife, snatches a loud kiss from her, gulps down a cup of coffee, or
+scolds his children. At a quarter to ten he puts in an appearance at
+the /Mairie/. There, stuck upon a stool, like a parrot on its perch,
+warmed by Paris town, he registers until four o'clock, with never a
+tear or a smile, the deaths and births of an entire district. The
+sorrow, the happiness, of the parish flow beneath his pen--as the
+essence of the /Constitutionnel/ traveled before upon his shoulders.
+Nothing weighs upon him! He goes always straight before him, takes his
+patriotism ready made from the newspaper, contradicts no one, shouts
+or applauds with the world, and lives like a bird. Two yards from his
+parish, in the event of an important ceremony, he can yield his place
+to an assistant, and betake himself to chant a requiem from a stall in
+the church of which on Sundays he is the fairest ornament, where his
+is the most imposing voice, where he distorts his huge mouth with
+energy to thunder out a joyous /Amen/. So is he chorister. At four
+o'clock, freed from his official servitude, he reappears to shed joy
+and gaiety upon the most famous shop in the city. Happy is his wife,
+he has no time to be jealous: he is a man of action rather than of
+sentiment. His mere arrival spurs the young ladies at the counter;
+their bright eyes storm the customers; he expands in the midst of all
+the finery, the lace and muslin kerchiefs, that their cunning hands
+have wrought. Or, again, more often still, before his dinner he waits
+on a client, copies the page of a newspaper, or carries to the
+doorkeeper some goods that have been delayed. Every other day, at six,
+he is faithful to his post. A permanent bass for the chorus, he
+betakes himself to the opera, prepared to become a soldier or an arab,
+prisoner, savage, peasant, spirit, camel's leg or lion, a devil or a
+genie, a slave or a eunuch, black or white; always ready to feign joy
+or sorrow, pity or astonishment, to utter cries that never vary, to
+hold his tongue, to hunt, or fight for Rome or Egypt, but always at
+heart--a huckster still.
+
+At midnight he returns--a man, the good husband, the tender father; he
+slips into the conjugal bed, his imagination still afire with the
+illusive forms of the operatic nymphs, and so turns to the profit of
+conjugal love the world's depravities, the voluptuous curves of
+Taglioni's leg. And finally, if he sleeps, he sleeps apace, and
+hurries through his slumber as he does his life.
+
+This man sums up all things--history, literature, politics,
+government, religion, military science. Is he not a living
+encyclopaedia, a grotesque Atlas; ceaselessly in motion, like Paris
+itself, and knowing not repose? He is all legs. No physiognomy could
+preserve its purity amid such toils. Perhaps the artisan who dies at
+thirty, an old man, his stomach tanned by repeated doses of brandy,
+will be held, according to certain leisured philosophers, to be
+happier than the huckster is. The one perishes in a breath, and the
+other by degrees. From his eight industries, from the labor of his
+shoulders, his throat, his hands, from his wife and his business, the
+one derives--as from so many farms--children, some thousands of
+francs, and the most laborious happiness that has ever diverted the
+heart of man. This fortune and these children, or the children who sum
+up everything for him, become the prey of the world above, to which he
+brings his ducats and his daughter or his son, reared at college, who,
+with more education than his father, raises higher his ambitious gaze.
+Often the son of a retail tradesman would fain be something in the
+State.
+
+Ambition of that sort carries on our thought to the second Parisian
+sphere. Go up one story, then, and descend to the /entresol/: or climb
+down from the attic and remain on the fourth floor; in fine, penetrate
+into the world which has possessions: the same result! Wholesale
+merchants, and their men--people with small banking accounts and much
+integrity--rogues and catspaws, clerks old and young, sheriffs'
+clerks, barristers' clerks, solicitors' clerks; in fine, all the
+working, thinking, and speculating members of that lower middle class
+which honeycombs the interests of Paris and watches over its granary,
+accumulates the coin, stores the products that the proletariat have
+made, preserves the fruits of the South, the fishes, the wine from
+every sun-favored hill; which stretches its hands over the Orient, and
+takes from it the shawls that the Russ and the Turk despise; which
+harvests even from the Indies; crouches down in expectation of a sale,
+greedy of profit; which discounts bills, turns over and collects all
+kinds of securities, holds all Paris in its hand, watches over the
+fantasies of children, spies out the caprices and the vices of mature
+age, sucks money out of disease. Even so, if they drink no brandy,
+like the artisan, nor wallow in the mire of debauch, all equally abuse
+their strength, immeasurably strain their bodies and their minds
+alike, are burned away with desires, devastated with the swiftness of
+the pace. In their case the physical distortion is accomplished
+beneath the whip of interests, beneath the scourge of ambitions which
+torture the educated portion of this monstrous city, just as in the
+case of the proletariat it is brought about by the cruel see-saw of
+the material elaborations perpetually required from the despotism of
+the aristocratic "/I will/." Here, too, then, in order to obey that
+universal master, pleasure or gold, they must devour time, hasten
+time, find more than four-and-twenty hours in the day and night, waste
+themselves, slay themselves, and purchase two years of unhealthy
+repose with thirty years of old age. Only, the working-man dies in
+hospital when the last term of his stunted growth expires; whereas the
+man of the middle class is set upon living, and lives on, but in a
+state of idiocy. You will meet him, with his worn, flat old face, with
+no light in his eyes, with no strength in his limbs, dragging himself
+with a dazed air along the boulevard--the belt of his Venus, of his
+beloved city. What was his want? The sabre of the National Guard, a
+permanent stock-pot, a decent plot in Pere Lachaise, and, for his old
+age, a little gold honestly earned. /HIS/ Monday is on Sunday, his
+rest a drive in a hired carriage--a country excursion during which his
+wife and children glut themselves merrily with dust or bask in the
+sun; his dissipation is at the restaurateur's, whose poisonous dinner
+has won renown, or at some family ball, where he suffocates till
+midnight. Some fools are surprised at the phantasmagoria of the monads
+which they see with the aid of the microscope in a drop of water; but
+what would Rabelais' Gargantua,--that misunderstood figure of an
+audacity so sublime,--what would that giant say, fallen from the
+celestial spheres, if he amused himself by contemplating the motions
+of this secondary life of Paris, of which here is one of the formulae?
+Have you seen one of those little constructions--cold in summer, and
+with no other warmth than a small stove in winter--placed beneath the
+vast copper dome which crowns the Halle-auble? Madame is there by
+morning. She is engaged at the markets, and makes by this occupation
+twelve thousand francs a year, people say. Monsieur, when Madame is
+up, passes into a gloomy office, where he lends money till the week-
+end to the tradesmen of his district. By nine o'clock he is at the
+passport office, of which he is one of the minor officials. By evening
+he is at the box-office of the Theatre Italien, or of any other
+theatre you like. The children are put out to nurse, and only return
+to be sent to college or to boarding-school. Monsieur and Madame live
+on the third floor, have but one cook, give dances in a salon twelve
+foot by eight, lit by argand lamps; but they give a hundred and fifty
+thousand francs to their daughter, and retire at the age of fifty, an
+age when they begin to show themselves on the balcony of the opera, in
+a /fiacre/ at Longchamps; or, on sunny days, in faded clothes on the
+boulevards--the fruit of all this sowing. Respected by their
+neighbors, in good odor with the government, connected with the upper
+middle classes, Monsieur obtains at sixty-five the Cross of the Legion
+of Honor, and his daughter's father-in-law, a parochial mayor, invites
+him to his evenings. These life-long labors, then, are for the good of
+the children, whom these lower middle classes are inevitably driven to
+exalt. Thus each sphere directs all its efforts towards the sphere
+above it. The son of the rich grocer becomes a notary, the son of the
+timber merchant becomes a magistrate. No link is wanting in the chain,
+and everything stimulates the upward march of money.
+
+Thus we are brought to the third circle of this hell, which, perhaps,
+will some day find its Dante. In this third social circle, a sort of
+Parisian belly, in which the interests of the town are digested, and
+where they are condensed into the form known as /business/, there
+moves and agitates, as by some acrid and bitter intestinal process,
+the crowd of lawyers, doctors, notaries, councillors, business men,
+bankers, big merchants, speculators, and magistrates. Here are to be
+found even more causes of moral and physical destruction than
+elsewhere. These people--almost all of them--live in unhealthy
+offices, in fetid ante-chambers, in little barred dens, and spend
+their days bowed down beneath the weight of affairs; they rise at dawn
+to be in time, not to be left behind, to gain all or not to lose, to
+overreach a man or his money, to open or wind up some business, to
+take advantage of some fleeting opportunity, to get a man hanged or
+set him free. They infect their horses, they overdrive and age and
+break them, like their own legs, before their time. Time is their
+tyrant: it fails them, it escapes them; they can neither expand it nor
+cut it short. What soul can remain great, pure, moral, and generous,
+and, consequently, what face retain its beauty in this depraving
+practice of a calling which compels one to bear the weight of the
+public sorrows, to analyze them, to weigh them, estimate them, and
+mark them out by rule? Where do these folk put aside their
+hearts? . . . I do not know; but they leave them somewhere or other,
+when they have any, before they descend each morning into the abyss of
+the misery which puts families on the rack. For them there is no such
+thing as mystery; they see the reverse side of society, whose
+confessors they are, and despise it. Then, whatever they do, owing to
+their contact with corruption, they either are horrified at it and
+grow gloomy, or else, out of lassitude, or some secret compromise,
+espouse it. In fine, they necessarily become callous to every
+sentiment, since man, his laws and his institutions, make them steal,
+like jackals, from corpses that are still warm. At all hours the
+financier is trampling on the living, the attorney on the dead, the
+pleader on the conscience. Forced to be speaking without a rest, they
+all substitute words for ideas, phrases for feelings, and their soul
+becomes a larynx. Neither the great merchant, nor the judge, nor the
+pleader preserves his sense of right; they feel no more, they apply
+set rules that leave cases out of count. Borne along by their headlong
+course, they are neither husbands nor fathers nor lovers; they glide
+on sledges over the facts of life, and live at all times at the high
+pressure conduced by business and the vast city. When they return to
+their homes they are required to go to a ball, to the opera, into
+society, where they can make clients, acquaintances, protectors. They
+all eat to excess, play and keep vigil, and their faces become
+bloated, flushed, and emaciated.
+
+To this terrific expenditure of intellectual strength, to such
+multifold moral contradictions, they oppose--not, indeed pleasure, it
+would be too pale a contrast--but debauchery, a debauchery both secret
+and alarming, for they have all means at their disposal, and fix the
+morality of society. Their genuine stupidity lies hid beneath their
+specialism. They know their business, but are ignorant of everything
+which is outside it. So that to preserve their self-conceit they
+question everything, are crudely and crookedly critical. They appear
+to be sceptics and are in reality simpletons; they swamp their wits in
+interminable arguments. Almost all conveniently adopt social,
+literary, or political prejudices, to do away with the need of having
+opinions, just as they adapt their conscience to the standard of the
+Code or the Tribunal of Commerce. Having started early to become men
+of note, they turn into mediocrities, and crawl over the high places
+of the world. So, too, their faces present the harsh pallor, the
+deceitful coloring, those dull, tarnished eyes, and garrulous, sensual
+mouths, in which the observer recognizes the symptoms of the
+degeneracy of the thought and its rotation in the circle of a special
+idea which destroys the creative faculties of the brain and the gift
+of seeing in large, of generalizing and deducing. No man who has
+allowed himself to be caught in the revolutions of the gear of these
+huge machines can ever become great. If he is a doctor, either he has
+practised little or he is an exception--a Bichat who dies young. If a
+great merchant, something remains--he is almost Jacques Coeur. Did
+Robespierre practise? Danton was an idler who waited. But who,
+moreover has ever felt envious of the figures of Danton and
+Robespierre, however lofty they were? These men of affairs, /par
+excellence/, attract money to them, and hoard it in order to ally
+themselves with aristocratic families. If the ambition of the working-
+man is that of the small tradesman, here, too, are the same passions.
+The type of this class might be either an ambitious bourgeois, who,
+after a life of privation and continual scheming, passes into the
+Council of State as an ant passes through a chink; or some newspaper
+editor, jaded with intrigue, whom the king makes a peer of France--
+perhaps to revenge himself on the nobility; or some notary become
+mayor of his parish: all people crushed with business, who, if they
+attain their end, are literally /killed/ in its attainment. In France
+the usage is to glorify wigs. Napoleon, Louis XVI., the great rulers,
+alone have always wished for young men to fulfil their projects.
+
+Above this sphere the artist world exists. But here, too, the faces
+stamped with the seal of originality are worn, nobly indeed, but worn,
+fatigued, nervous. Harassed by a need of production, outrun by their
+costly fantasies, worn out by devouring genius, hungry for pleasure,
+the artists of Paris would all regain by excessive labor what they
+have lost by idleness, and vainly seek to reconcile the world and
+glory, money and art. To begin with, the artist is ceaselessly panting
+under his creditors; his necessities beget his debts, and his debts
+require of him his nights. After his labor, his pleasure. The comedian
+plays till midnight, studies in the morning, rehearses at noon; the
+sculptor is bent before his statue; the journalist is a marching
+thought, like the soldier when at war; the painter who is the fashion
+is crushed with work, the painter with no occupation, if he feels
+himself to be a man of genius, gnaws his entrails. Competition,
+rivalry, calumny assail talent. Some, in desperation, plunge into the
+abyss of vice, others die young and unknown because they have
+discounted their future too soon. Few of these figures, originally
+sublime, remain beautiful. On the other hand, the flagrant beauty of
+their heads is not understood. An artist's face is always exorbitant,
+it is always above or below the conventional lines of what fools call
+the /beau-ideal/. What power is it that destroys them? Passion. Every
+passion in Paris resolves into two terms: gold and pleasure. Now, do
+you not breathe again? Do you not feel air and space purified? Here is
+neither labor nor suffering. The soaring arch of gold has reached the
+summit. From the lowest gutters, where its stream commences, from the
+little shops where it is stopped by puny coffer-dams, from the heart
+of the counting-houses and great workshops, where its volume is that
+of ingots--gold, in the shape of dowries and inheritances, guided by
+the hands of young girls or the bony fingers of age, courses towards
+the aristocracy, where it will become a blazing, expansive stream.
+But, before leaving the four territories upon which the utmost wealth
+of Paris is based, it is fitting, having cited the moral causes, to
+deduce those which are physical, and to call attention to a
+pestilence, latent, as it were, which incessantly acts upon the faces
+of the porter, the artisan, the small shopkeeper; to point out a
+deleterious influence the corruption of which equals that of the
+Parisian administrators who allow it so complacently to exist!
+
+If the air of the houses in which the greater proportion of the middle
+classes live is noxious, if the atmosphere of the streets belches out
+cruel miasmas into stuffy back-kitchens where there is little air,
+realize that, apart from this pestilence, the forty thousand houses of
+this great city have their foundations in filth, which the powers that
+be have not yet seriously attempted to enclose with mortar walls solid
+enough to prevent even the most fetid mud from filtering through the
+soil, poisoning the wells, and maintaining subterraneously to Lutetia
+the tradition of her celebrated name. Half of Paris sleeps amidst the
+putrid exhalations of courts and streets and sewers. But let us turn
+to the vast saloons, gilded and airy; the hotels in their gardens, the
+rich, indolent, happy moneyed world. There the faces are lined and
+scarred with vanity. There nothing is real. To seek for pleasure is it
+not to find /ennui/? People in society have at an early age warped
+their nature. Having no occupation other than to wallow in pleasure,
+they have speedily misused their sense, as the artisan has misused
+brandy. Pleasure is of the nature of certain medical substances: in
+order to obtain constantly the same effects the doses must be doubled,
+and death or degradation is contained in the last. All the lower
+classes are on their knees before the wealthy, and watch their tastes
+in order to turn them into vices and exploit them. Thus you see in
+these folk at an early age tastes instead of passions, romantic
+fantasies and lukewarm loves. There impotence reigns; there ideas have
+ceased--they have evaporated together with energy amongst the
+affectations of the boudoir and the cajolements of women. There are
+fledglings of forty, old doctors of sixty years. The wealthy obtain in
+Paris ready-made wit and science--formulated opinions which save them
+the need of having wit, science, or opinion of their own. The
+irrationality of this world is equaled by its weakness and its
+licentiousness. It is greedy of time to the point of wasting it. Seek
+in it for affection as little as for ideas. Its kisses conceal a
+profound indifference, its urbanity a perpetual contempt. It has no
+other fashion of love. Flashes of wit without profundity, a wealth of
+indiscretion, scandal, and above all, commonplace. Such is the sum of
+its speech; but these happy fortunates pretend that they do not meet
+to make and repeat maxims in the manner of La Rochefoucauld as though
+there did not exist a mean, invented by the eighteenth century,
+between a superfluity and absolute blank. If a few men of character
+indulge in witticism, at once subtle and refined, they are
+misunderstood; soon, tired of giving without receiving, they remain at
+home, and leave fools to reign over their territory. This hollow life,
+this perpetual expectation of a pleasure which never comes, this
+permanent /ennui/ and emptiness of soul, heart, and mind, the
+lassitude of the upper Parisian world, is reproduced on its features,
+and stamps its parchment faces, its premature wrinkles, that
+physiognomy of the wealthy upon which impotence has set its grimace,
+in which gold is mirrored, and whence intelligence has fled.
+
+Such a view of moral Paris proves that physical Paris could not be
+other than it is. This coroneted town is like a queen, who, being
+always with child, has desires of irresistible fury. Paris is the
+crown of the world, a brain which perishes of genius and leads human
+civilization; it is a great man, a perpetually creative artist, a
+politician with second-sight who must of necessity have wrinkles on
+his forehead, the vices of a great man, the fantasies of the artist,
+and the politician's disillusions. Its physiognomy suggests the
+evolution of good and evil, battle and victory; the moral combat of
+'89, the clarion calls of which still re-echo in every corner of the
+world; and also the downfall of 1814. Thus this city can no more be
+moral, or cordial, or clean, than the engines which impel those proud
+leviathans which you admire when they cleave the waves! Is not Paris a
+sublime vessel laden with intelligence? Yes, her arms are one of those
+oracles which fatality sometimes allows. The /City of Paris/ has her
+great mast, all of bronze, carved with victories, and for watchman--
+Napoleon. The barque may roll and pitch, but she cleaves the world,
+illuminates it through the hundred mouths of her tribunes, ploughs the
+seas of science, rides with full sail, cries from the height of her
+tops, with the voice of her scientists and artists: "Onward, advance!
+Follow me!" She carries a huge crew, which delights in adorning her
+with fresh streamers. Boys and urchins laughing in the rigging;
+ballast of heavy /bourgeoisie/; working-men and sailor-men touched
+with tar; in her cabins the lucky passengers; elegant midshipmen smoke
+their cigars leaning over the bulwarks; then, on the deck, her
+soldiers, innovators or ambitious, would accost every fresh shore, and
+shooting out their bright lights upon it, ask for glory which is
+pleasure, or for love which needs gold.
+
+Thus the exorbitant movement of the proletariat, the corrupting
+influence of the interests which consume the two middle classes, the
+cruelties of the artist's thought, and the excessive pleasure which is
+sought for incessantly by the great, explain the normal ugliness of
+the Parisian physiognomy. It is only in the Orient that the human race
+presents a magnificent figure, but that is an effect of the constant
+calm affected by those profound philosophers with their long pipes,
+their short legs, their square contour, who despise and hold activity
+in horror, whilst in Paris the little and the great and the mediocre
+run and leap and drive, whipped on by an inexorable goddess, Necessity
+--the necessity for money, glory, and amusement. Thus, any face which
+is fresh and graceful and reposeful, any really young face, is in
+Paris the most extraordinary of exceptions; it is met with rarely.
+Should you see one there, be sure it belongs either to a young and
+ardent ecclesiastic or to some good abbe of forty with three chins; to
+a young girl of pure life such as is brought up in certain middle-
+class families; to a mother of twenty, still full of illusions, as she
+suckles her first-born; to a young man newly embarked from the
+provinces, and intrusted to the care of some devout dowager who keeps
+him without a sou; or, perhaps, to some shop assistant who goes to bed
+at midnight wearied out with folding and unfolding calico, and rises
+at seven o'clock to arrange the window; often again to some man of
+science or poetry, who lives monastically in the embrace of a fine
+idea, who remains sober, patient, and chaste; else to some self-
+contented fool, feeding himself on folly, reeking of health, in a
+perpetual state of absorption with his own smile; or to the soft and
+happy race of loungers, the only folk really happy in Paris, which
+unfolds for them hour by hour its moving poetry.
+
+Nevertheless, there is in Paris a proportion of privileged beings to
+whom this excessive movement of industries, interests, affairs, arts,
+and gold is profitable. These beings are women. Although they also
+have a thousand secret causes which, here more than elsewhere, destroy
+their physiognomy, there are to be found in the feminine world little
+happy colonies, who live in Oriental fashion and can preserve their
+beauty; but these women rarely show themselves on foot in the streets,
+they lie hid like rare plants who only unfold their petals at certain
+hours, and constitute veritable exotic exceptions. However, Paris is
+essentially the country of contrasts. If true sentiments are rare
+there, there also are to be found, as elsewhere, noble friendships and
+unlimited devotion. On this battlefield of interests and passions,
+just as in the midst of those marching societies where egoism
+triumphs, where every one is obliged to defend himself, and which we
+call /armies/, it seems as though sentiments liked to be complete when
+they showed themselves, and are sublime by juxtaposition. So it is
+with faces. In Paris one sometimes sees in the aristocracy, set like
+stars, the ravishing faces of young people, the fruit of quite
+exceptional manners and education. To the youthful beauty of the
+English stock they unite the firmness of Southern traits. The fire of
+their eyes, a delicious bloom on their lips, the lustrous black of
+their soft locks, a white complexion, a distinguished caste of
+features, render them the flowers of the human race, magnificent to
+behold against the mass of other faces, worn, old, wrinkled, and
+grimacing. So women, too, admire such young people with that eager
+pleasure which men take in watching a pretty girl, elegant, gracious,
+and embellished with all the virginal charms with which our
+imagination pleases to adorn the perfect woman. If this hurried glance
+at the population of Paris has enabled us to conceive the rarity of a
+Raphaelesque face, and the passionate admiration which such an one
+must inspire at the first sight, the prime interest of our history
+will have been justified. /Quod erat demonstrandum/--if one may be
+permitted to apply scholastic formulae to the science of manners.
+
+Upon one of those fine spring mornings, when the leaves, although
+unfolded, are not yet green, when the sun begins to gild the roofs,
+and the sky is blue, when the population of Paris issues from its
+cells to swarm along the boulevards, glides like a serpent of a
+thousand coils through the Rue de la Paix towards the Tuileries,
+saluting the hymeneal magnificence which the country puts on; on one
+of these joyous days, then, a young man as beautiful as the day
+itself, dressed with taste, easy of manner--to let out the secret he
+was a love-child, the natural son of Lord Dudley and the famous
+Marquise de Vordac--was walking in the great avenue of the Tuileries.
+This Adonis, by name Henri de Marsay, was born in France, when Lord
+Dudley had just married the young lady, already Henri's mother, to an
+old gentleman called M. de Marsay. This faded and almost extinguished
+butterfly recognized the child as his own in consideration of the life
+interest in a fund of a hundred thousand francs definitively assigned
+to his putative son; a generosity which did not cost Lord Dudley too
+dear. French funds were worth at that time seventeen francs, fifty
+centimes. The old gentleman died without having ever known his wife.
+Madame de Marsay subsequently married the Marquis de Vordac, but
+before becoming a marquise she showed very little anxiety as to her
+son and Lord Dudley. To begin with, the declaration of war between
+France and England had separated the two lovers, and fidelity at all
+costs was not, and never will be, the fashion of Paris. Then the
+successes of the woman, elegant, pretty, universally adored, crushed
+in the Parisienne the maternal sentiment. Lord Dudley was no more
+troubled about his offspring than was the mother,--the speedy
+infidelity of a young girl he had ardently loved gave him, perhaps, a
+sort of aversion for all that issued from her. Moreover, fathers can,
+perhaps, only love the children with whom they are fully acquainted, a
+social belief of the utmost importance for the peace of families,
+which should be held by all the celibate, proving as it does that
+paternity is a sentiment nourished artificially by woman, custom, and
+the law.
+
+Poor Henri de Marsay knew no other father than that one of the two who
+was not compelled to be one. The paternity of M. de Marsay was
+naturally most incomplete. In the natural order, it is but for a few
+fleeting instants that children have a father, and M. de Marsay
+imitated nature. The worthy man would not have sold his name had he
+been free from vices. Thus he squandered without remorse in gambling
+hells, and drank elsewhere, the few dividends which the National
+Treasury paid to its bondholders. Then he handed over the child to an
+aged sister, a Demoiselle de Marsay, who took much care of him, and
+provided him, out of the meagre sum allowed by her brother, with a
+tutor, an abbe without a farthing, who took the measure of the youth's
+future, and determined to pay himself out of the hundred thousand
+livres for the care given to his pupil, for whom he conceived an
+affection. As chance had it, this tutor was a true priest, one of
+those ecclesiastics cut out to become cardinals in France, or Borgias
+beneath the tiara. He taught the child in three years what he might
+have learned at college in ten. Then the great man, by name the Abbe
+de Maronis, completed the education of his pupil by making him study
+civilization under all its aspects: he nourished him on his
+experience, led him little into churches, which at that time were
+closed; introduced him sometimes behind the scenes of theatres, more
+often into the houses of courtesans; he exhibited human emotions to
+him one by one; taught him politics in the drawing-rooms, where they
+simmered at the time, explained to him the machinery of government,
+and endeavored out of attraction towards a fine nature, deserted, yet
+rich in promise, virilely to replace a mother: is not the Church the
+mother of orphans? The pupil was responsive to so much care. The
+worthy priest died in 1812, a bishop, with the satisfaction of having
+left in this world a child whose heart and mind were so well moulded
+that he could outwit a man of forty. Who would have expected to have
+found a heart of bronze, a brain of steel, beneath external traits as
+seductive as ever the old painters, those naive artists, had given to
+the serpent in the terrestrial paradise? Nor was that all. In
+addition, the good-natured prelate had procured for the child of his
+choice certain acquaintances in the best Parisian society, which might
+equal in value, in the young man's hand, another hundred thousand
+invested livres. In fine, this priest, vicious but politic, sceptical
+yet learned, treacherous yet amiable, weak in appearance yet as
+vigorous physically as intellectually, was so genuinely useful to his
+pupil, so complacent to his vices, so fine a calculator of all kinds
+of strength, so profound when it was needful to make some human
+reckoning, so youthful at table, at Frascati, at--I know not where,
+that the grateful Henri de Marsay was hardly moved at aught in 1814,
+except when he looked at the portrait of his beloved bishop, the only
+personal possession which the prelate had been able to bequeath him
+(admirable type of the men whose genius will preserve the Catholic,
+Apostolic, and Roman Church, compromised for the moment by the
+feebleness of its recruits and the decrepit age of its pontiffs; but
+if the church likes!).
+
+The continental war prevented young De Marsay from knowing his real
+father. It is doubtful whether he was aware of his name. A deserted
+child, he was equally ignorant of Madame de Marsay. Naturally, he had
+little regret for his putative father. As for Mademoiselle de Marsay,
+his only mother, he built for her a handsome little monument in Pere
+Lachaise when she died. Monseigneur de Maronis had guaranteed to this
+old lady one of the best places in the skies, so that when he saw her
+die happy, Henri gave her some egotistical tears; he began to weep on
+his own account. Observing this grief, the abbe dried his pupil's
+tears, bidding him observe that the good woman took her snuff most
+offensively, and was becoming so ugly and deaf and tedious that he
+ought to return thanks for her death. The bishop had emancipated his
+pupil in 1811. Then, when the mother of M. de Marsay remarried, the
+priest chose, in a family council, one of those honest dullards,
+picked out by him through the windows of his confessional, and charged
+him with the administration of the fortune, the revenues of which he
+was willing to apply to the needs of the community, but of which he
+wished to preserve the capital.
+
+Towards the end of 1814, then, Henri de Marsay had no sentiment of
+obligation in the world, and was as free as an unmated bird. Although
+he had lived twenty-two years he appeared to be barely seventeen. As a
+rule the most fastidious of his rivals considered him to be the
+prettiest youth in Paris. From his father, Lord Dudley, he had derived
+a pair of the most amorously deceiving blue eyes; from his mother the
+bushiest of black hair, from both pure blood, the skin of a young
+girl, a gentle and modest expression, a refined and aristocratic
+figure, and beautiful hands. For a woman, to see him was to lose her
+head for him; do you understand? to conceive one of those desires
+which eat the heart, which are forgotten because of the impossibility
+of satisfying them, because women in Paris are commonly without
+tenacity. Few of them say to themselves, after the fashion of men, the
+"/Je Maintiendrai/," of the House of Orange.
+
+Underneath this fresh young life, and in spite of the limpid springs
+in his eyes, Henri had a lion's courage, a monkey's agility. He could
+cut a ball in half at ten paces on the blade of a knife; he rode his
+horse in a way that made you realize the fable of the Centaur; drove a
+four-in-hand with grace; was as light as a cherub and quiet as a lamb,
+but knew how to beat a townsman at the terrible game of /savate/ or
+cudgels; moreover, he played the piano in a fashion which would have
+enabled him to become an artist should he fall on calamity, and owned
+a voice which would have been worth to Barbaja fifty thousand francs a
+season. Alas, that all these fine qualities, these pretty faults, were
+tarnished by one abominable vice: he believed neither in man nor
+woman, God nor Devil. Capricious nature had commenced by endowing him,
+a priest had completed the work.
+
+To render this adventure comprehensible, it is necessary to add here
+that Lord Dudley naturally found many women disposed to reproduce
+samples of such a delicious pattern. His second masterpiece of this
+kind was a young girl named Euphemie, born of a Spanish lady, reared
+in Havana, and brought to Madrid with a young Creole woman of the
+Antilles, and with all the ruinous tastes of the Colonies, but
+fortunately married to an old and extremely rich Spanish noble, Don
+Hijos, Marquis de San-Real, who, since the occupation of Spain by
+French troops, had taken up his abode in Paris, and lived in the Rue
+St. Lazare. As much from indifference as from any respect for the
+innocence of youth, Lord Dudley was not in the habit of keeping his
+children informed of the relations he created for them in all parts.
+That is a slightly inconvenient form of civilization; it has so many
+advantages that we must overlook its drawbacks in consideration of its
+benefits. Lord Dudley, to make no more words of it, came to Paris in
+1816 to take refuge from the pursuit of English justice, which
+protects nothing Oriental except commerce. The exiled lord, when he
+saw Henri, asked who that handsome young man might be. Then, upon
+hearing the name, "Ah, it is my son. . . . What a pity!" he said.
+
+Such was the story of the young man who, about the middle of the month
+of April, 1815, was walking indolently up the broad avenue of the
+Tuileries, after the fashion of all those animals who, knowing their
+strength, pass along in majesty and peace. Middle-class matrons turned
+back naively to look at him again; other women, without turning round,
+waited for him to pass again, and engraved him in their minds that
+they might remember in due season that fragrant face, which would not
+have disadorned the body of the fairest among themselves.
+
+"What are you doing here on Sunday?" said the Marquis de Ronquerolles
+to Henri, as he passed.
+
+"There's a fish in the net," answered the young man.
+
+This exchange of thoughts was accomplished by means of two significant
+glances, without it appearing that either De Ronquerolles or De Marsay
+had any knowledge of the other. The young man was taking note of the
+passers-by with that promptitude of eye and ear which is peculiar to
+the Parisian who seems, at first, to see and hear nothing, but who
+sees and hears all.
+
+At that moment a young man came up to him and took him familiarly by
+the arm, saying to him: "How are you, my dear De Marsay?"
+
+"Extremely well," De Marsay answered, with that air of apparent
+affection which amongst the young men of Paris proves nothing, either
+for the present or the future.
+
+In effect, the youth of Paris resemble the youth of no other town.
+They may be divided into two classes: the young man who has something,
+and the young man who has nothing; or the young man who thinks and he
+who spends. But, be it well understood this applies only to those
+natives of the soil who maintain in Paris the delicious course of the
+elegant life. There exist, as well, plenty of other young men, but
+they are children who are late in conceiving Parisian life, and who
+remain its dupes. They do not speculate, they study; they /fag/, as
+the others say. Finally there are to be found, besides, certain young
+people, rich or poor, who embrace careers and follow them with a
+single heart; they are somewhat like the Emile of Rousseau, of the
+flesh of citizens, and they never appear in society. The diplomatic
+impolitely dub them fools. Be they that or no, they augment the number
+of those mediocrities beneath the yoke of which France is bowed down.
+They are always there, always ready to bungle public or private
+concerns with the dull trowel of their mediocrity, bragging of their
+impotence, which they count for conduct and integrity. This sort of
+social /prizemen/ infests the administration, the army, the
+magistracy, the chambers, the courts. They diminish and level down the
+country and constitute, in some manner, in the body politic, a lymph
+which infects it and renders it flabby. These honest folk call men of
+talent immoral or rogues. If such rogues require to be paid for their
+services, at least their services are there; whereas the other sort do
+harm and are respected by the mob; but, happily for France, elegant
+youth stigmatizes them ceaselessly under the name of louts.
+
+At the first glance, then, it is natural to consider as very distinct
+the two sorts of young men who lead the life of elegance, the amiable
+corporation to which Henri de Marsay belonged. But the observer, who
+goes beyond the superficial aspect of things, is soon convinced that
+the difference is purely moral, and that nothing is so deceptive as
+this pretty outside. Nevertheless, all alike take precedence over
+everybody else; speak rightly or wrongly of things, of men,
+literature, and the fine arts; have ever in their mouth the Pitt and
+Coburg of each year; interrupt a conversation with a pun, turn into
+ridicule science and the /savant/; despise all things which they do
+not know or which they fear; set themselves above all by constituting
+themselves the supreme judges of all. They would all hoax their
+fathers, and be ready to shed crocodile tears upon their mothers'
+breasts; but generally they believe in nothing, blaspheme women, or
+play at modesty, and in reality are led by some old woman or an evil
+courtesan. They are all equally eaten to the bone with calculation,
+with depravity, with a brutal lust to succeed, and if you plumbed for
+their hearts you would find in all a stone. In their normal state they
+have the prettiest exterior, stake their friendship at every turn, are
+captivating alike. The same badinage dominates their ever-changing
+jargon; they seek for oddity in their toilette, glory in repeating the
+stupidities of such and such actor who is in fashion, and commence
+operations, it matters not with whom, with contempt and impertinence,
+in order to have, as it were, the first move in the game; but, woe
+betide him who does not know how to take a blow on one cheek for the
+sake of rendering two. They resemble, in fine, that pretty white spray
+which crests the stormy waves. They dress and dance, dine and take
+their pleasure, on the day of Waterloo, in the time of cholera or
+revolution. Finally, their expenses are all the same, but here the
+contrast comes in. Of this fluctuating fortune, so agreeably flung
+away, some possess the capital for which the others wait; they have
+the same tailors, but the bills of the latter are still to pay. Next,
+if the first, like sieves, take in ideas of all kinds without
+retaining any, the latter compare them and assimilate all the good. If
+the first believe they know something, know nothing and understand
+everything, lend all to those who need nothing and offer nothing to
+those who are in need; the latter study secretly others' thoughts and
+place out their money, like their follies, at big interest. The one
+class have no more faithful impressions, because their soul, like a
+mirror, worn from use, no longer reflects any image; the others
+economize their senses and life, even while they seem, like the first,
+to be flinging them away broadcast. The first, on the faith of a hope,
+devote themselves without conviction to a system which has wind and
+tide against it, but they leap upon another political craft when the
+first goes adrift; the second take the measure of the future, sound
+it, and see in political fidelity what the English see in commercial
+integrity, an element of success. Where the young man of possessions
+makes a pun or an epigram upon the restoration of the throne, he who
+has nothing makes a public calculation or a secret reservation, and
+obtains everything by giving a handshake to his friends. The one deny
+every faculty to others, look upon all their ideas as new, as though
+the world had been made yesterday, they have unlimited confidence in
+themselves, and no crueler enemy than those same selves. But the
+others are armed with an incessant distrust of men, whom they estimate
+at their value, and are sufficiently profound to have one thought
+beyond their friends, whom they exploit; then of evenings, when they
+lay their heads on their pillows, they weigh men as a miser weighs his
+gold pieces. The one are vexed at an aimless impertinence, and allow
+themselves to be ridiculed by the diplomatic, who make them dance for
+them by pulling what is the main string of these puppets--their
+vanity. Thus, a day comes when those who had nothing have something,
+and those who had something have nothing. The latter look at their
+comrades who have achieved positions as cunning fellows; their hearts
+may be bad, but their heads are strong. "He is very strong!" is the
+supreme praise accorded to those who have attained /quibuscumque
+viis/, political rank, a woman, or a fortune. Amongst them are to be
+found certain young men who play this /role/ by commencing with having
+debts. Naturally, these are more dangerous than those who play it
+without a farthing.
+
+The young man who called himself a friend of Henri de Marsay was a
+rattle-head who had come from the provinces, and whom the young men
+then in fashion were teaching the art of running through an
+inheritance; but he had one last leg to stand on in his province, in
+the shape of a secure establishment. He was simply an heir who had
+passed without any transition from his pittance of a hundred francs a
+month to the entire paternal fortune, and who, if he had not wit
+enough to perceive that he was laughed at, was sufficiently cautious
+to stop short at two-thirds of his capital. He had learned at Paris,
+for a consideration of some thousands of francs, the exact value of
+harness, the art of not being too respectful to his gloves, learned to
+make skilful meditations upon the right wages to give people, and to
+seek out what bargain was the best to close with them. He set store on
+his capacity to speak in good terms of his horses, of his Pyrenean
+hound; to tell by her dress, her walk, her shoes, to what class a
+woman belonged; to study /ecarte/, remember a few fashionable
+catchwords, and win by his sojourn in Parisian society the necessary
+authority to import later into his province a taste for tea and silver
+of an English fashion, and to obtain the right of despising everything
+around him for the rest of his days.
+
+De Marsay had admitted him to his society in order to make use of him
+in the world, just as a bold speculator employs a confidential clerk.
+The friendship, real or feigned, of De Marsay was a social position
+for Paul de Manerville, who, on his side, thought himself astute in
+exploiting, after his fashion, his intimate friend. He lived in the
+reflecting lustre of his friend, walked constantly under his umbrella,
+wore his boots, gilded himself with his rays. When he posed in Henri's
+company or walked at his side, he had the air of saying: "Don't insult
+us, we are real dogs." He often permitted himself to remark fatuously:
+"If I were to ask Henri for such and such a thing, he is a good enough
+friend of mine to do it." But he was careful never to ask anything of
+him. He feared him, and his fear, although imperceptible, reacted upon
+the others, and was of use to De Marsay.
+
+"De Marsay is a man of a thousand," said Paul. "Ah, you will see, he
+will be what he likes. I should not be surprised to find him one of
+these days Minister of Foreign Affairs. Nothing can withstand him."
+
+He made of De Marsay what Corporal Trim made of his cap, a perpetual
+instance.
+
+"Ask De Marsay and you will see!"
+
+Or again:
+
+"The other day we were hunting, De Marsay and I, He would not believe
+me, but I jumped a hedge without moving on my horse!"
+
+Or again:
+
+"We were with some women, De Marsay and I, and upon my word of honor,
+I was----" etc.
+
+Thus Paul de Manerville could not be classed amongst the great,
+illustrious, and powerful family of fools who succeed. He would one
+day be a deputy. For the time he was not even a young man. His friend,
+De Marsay, defined him thus: "You ask me what is Paul? Paul? Why, Paul
+de Manerville!"
+
+"I am surprised, my dear fellow," he said to De Marsay, "to see you
+here on a Sunday."
+
+"I was going to ask you the same question."
+
+"Is it an intrigue?"
+
+"An intrigue."
+
+"Bah!"
+
+"I can mention it to you without compromising my passion. Besides, a
+woman who comes to the Tuileries on Sundays is of no account,
+aristocratically speaking."
+
+"Ah! ah!"
+
+"Hold your tongue then, or I shall tell you nothing. Your laugh is too
+loud, you will make people think that we have lunched too well. Last
+Thursday, here on the Terrasse des Feuillants, I was walking along,
+thinking of nothing at all, but when I got to the gate of the Rue de
+Castiglione, by which I intended to leave, I came face to face with a
+woman, or rather a young girl; who, if she did not throw herself at my
+head, stopped short, less I think, from human respect, than from one
+of those movements of profound surprise which affect the limbs, creep
+down the length of the spine, and cease only in the sole of the feet,
+to nail you to the ground. I have often produced effects of this
+nature, a sort of animal magnetism which becomes enormously powerful
+when the relations are reciprocally precise. But, my dear fellow, this
+was not stupefaction, nor was she a common girl. Morally speaking, her
+face seemed to say: 'What, is it you, my ideal! The creation of my
+thoughts, of my morning and evening dreams! What, are you there? Why
+this morning? Why not yesterday? Take me, I am thine, /et cetera/!'
+Good, I said to myself, another one! Then I scrutinize her. Ah, my
+dear fellow, speaking physically, my incognita is the most adorable
+feminine person whom I ever met. She belongs to that feminine variety
+which the Romans call /fulva, flava/--the woman of fire. And in chief,
+what struck me the most, what I am still taken with, are her two
+yellow eyes, like a tiger's, a golden yellow that gleams, living gold,
+gold which thinks, gold which loves, and is determined to take refuge
+in your pocket."
+
+"My dear fellow, we are full of her!" cried Paul. "She comes here
+sometimes--/the girl with the golden eyes/! That is the name we have
+given her. She is a young creature--not more than twenty-two, and I
+have seen her here in the time of the Bourbons, but with a woman who
+was worth a hundred thousand of her."
+
+"Silence, Paul! It is impossible for any woman to surpass this girl;
+she is like the cat who rubs herself against your legs; a white girl
+with ash-colored hair, delicate in appearance, but who must have downy
+threads on the third phalanx of her fingers, and all along her cheeks
+a white down whose line, luminous on fine days, begins at her ears and
+loses itself on her neck."
+
+"Ah, the other, my dear De Marsay! She has black eyes which have never
+wept, but which burn; black eyebrows which meet and give her an air of
+hardness contradicted by the compact curve of her lips, on which the
+kisses do not stay, lips burning and fresh; a Moorish color that warms
+a man like the sun. But--upon my word of honor, she is like you!"
+
+"You flatter her!"
+
+"A firm figure, the tapering figure of a corvette built for speed,
+which rushes down upon the merchant vessel with French impetuosity,
+which grapples with her and sinks her at the same time."
+
+"After all, my dear fellow," answered De Marsay, "what has that got to
+do with me, since I have never seen her? Ever since I have studied
+women, my incognita is the only one whose virginal bosom, whose ardent
+and voluptuous forms, have realized for me the only woman of my dreams
+--of my dreams! She is the original of that ravishing picture called
+/La Femme Caressant sa Chimere/, the warmest, the most infernal
+inspiration of the genius of antiquity; a holy poem prostituted by
+those who have copied it for frescoes and mosiacs; for a heap of
+bourgeois who see in this gem nothing more than a gew-gaw and hang it
+on their watch-chains--whereas, it is the whole woman, an abyss of
+pleasure into which one plunges and finds no end; whereas, it is the
+ideal woman, to be seen sometimes in reality in Spain or Italy, almost
+never in France. Well, I have again seen this girl of the gold eyes,
+this woman caressing her chimera. I saw her on Friday. I had a
+presentiment that on the following day she would be here at the same
+hour; I was not mistaken. I have taken a pleasure in following her
+without being observed, in studying her indolent walk, the walk of the
+woman without occupation, but in the movements of which one devines
+all the pleasure that lies asleep. Well, she turned back again, she
+saw me, once more she adored me, once more trembled, shivered. It was
+then I noticed the genuine Spanish duenna who looked after her, a
+hyena upon whom some jealous man has put a dress, a she-devil well
+paid, no doubt, to guard this delicious creature. . . . Ah, then the
+duenna made me deeper in love. I grew curious. On Saturday, nobody.
+And here I am to-day waiting for this girl whose chimera I am, asking
+nothing better than to pose as the monster in the fresco."
+
+"There she is," said Paul. "Every one is turning round to look at
+her."
+
+The unknown blushed, her eyes shone; she saw Henri, she shut them and
+passed by.
+
+"You say that she notices you?" cried Paul, facetiously.
+
+The duenna looked fixedly and attentively at the two young men. When
+the unknown and Henri passed each other again, the young girl touched
+him, and with her hand pressed the hand of the young man. Then she
+turned her head and smiled with passion, but the duenna led her away
+very quickly to the gate of the Rue de Castiglione.
+
+The two friends followed the young girl, admiring the magnificent
+grace of the neck which met her head in a harmony of vigorous lines,
+and upon which a few coils of hair were tightly wound. The girl with
+the golden eyes had that well-knitted, arched, slender foot which
+presents so many attractions to the dainty imagination. Moreover, she
+was shod with elegance, and wore a short skirt. During her course she
+turned from time to time to look at Henri, and appeared to follow the
+old woman regretfully, seeming to be at once her mistress and her
+slave; she could break her with blows, but could not dismiss her. All
+that was perceptible. The two friends reached the gate. Two men in
+livery let down the step of a tasteful /coupe/ emblazoned with
+armorial bearings. The girl with the golden eyes was the first to
+enter it, took her seat at the side where she could be best seen when
+the carriage turned, put her hand on the door, and waved her
+handkerchief in the duennna's despite. In contempt of what might be
+said by the curious, her handkerchief cried to Henri openly: "Follow
+me!"
+
+"Have you ever seen a handkerchief better thrown?" said Henri to Paul
+de Manerville.
+
+Then, observing a fiacre on the point of departure, having just set
+down a fare, he made a sign to the driver to wait.
+
+"Follow that carriage, notice the house and the street where it stops
+--you shall have ten francs. . . . Paul, adieu."
+
+The cab followed the /coupe/. The /coupe/ stopped in the Rue Saint
+Lazare before one of the finest houses of the neighborhood.
+
+De Marsay was not impulsive. Any other young man would have obeyed his
+impulse to obtain at once some information about a girl who realized
+so fully the most luminous ideas ever expressed upon women in the
+poetry of the East; but, too experienced to compromise his good
+fortune, he had told his coachman to continue along the Rue Saint
+Lazare and carry him back to his house. The next day, his confidential
+valet, Laurent by name, as cunning a fellow as the Frontin of the old
+comedy, waited in the vicinity of the house inhabited by the unknown
+for the hour at which letters were distributed. In order to be able to
+spy at his ease and hang about the house, he had followed the example
+of those police officers who seek a good disguise, and bought up cast-
+off clothes of an Auvergnat, the appearance of whom he sought to
+imitate. When the postman, who went the round of the Rue Saint Lazare
+that morning, passed by, Laurent feigned to be a porter unable to
+remember the name of a person to whom he had to deliver a parcel, and
+consulted the postman. Deceived at first by appearances, this
+personage, so picturesque in the midst of Parisian civilization,
+informed him that the house in which the girl with the golden eyes
+dwelt belonged to Don Hijos, Marquis de San-Real, grandee of Spain.
+Naturally, it was not with the Marquis that the Auvergnat was
+concerned.
+
+"My parcel," he said, "is for the marquise."
+
+"She is away," replied the postman. "Her letters are forwarded to
+London."
+
+"Then the marquise is not a young girl who . . . ?"
+
+"Ah!" said the postman, interrupting the /valet de chambre/ and
+observing him attentively, "you are as much a porter as I'm . . ."
+
+Laurent chinked some pieces of gold before the functionary, who began
+to smile.
+
+"Come, here's the name of your quarry," he said, taking from his
+leather wallet a letter bearing a London stamp, upon which the
+address, "To Mademoiselle Paquita Valdes, Rue Saint Lazare, Hotel San-
+Real, Paris," was written in long, fine characters, which spoke of a
+woman's hand.
+
+"Could you tap a bottle of Chablis, with a few dozen oysters, and a
+/filet saute/ with mushrooms to follow it?" said Laurent, who wished
+to win the postman's valuable friendship.
+
+"At half-past nine, when my round is finished---- Where?"
+
+"At the corner of the Rue de la Chaussee-d'Antin and the Rue Neuve-
+des-Mathurins, at the /Puits sans Vin/," said Laurent.
+
+"Hark ye, my friend," said the postman, when he rejoined the valet an
+hour after this encounter, "if your master is in love with the girl,
+he is in for a famous task. I doubt you'll not succeed in seeing her.
+In the ten years that I've been postman in Paris, I have seen plenty
+of different kinds of doors! But I can tell you, and no fear of being
+called a liar by any of my comrades, there never was a door so
+mysterious as M. de San-Real's. No one can get into the house without
+the Lord knows what counter-word; and, notice, it has been selected on
+purpose between a courtyard and a garden to avoid any communication
+with other houses. The porter is an old Spaniard, who never speaks a
+word of French, but peers at people as Vidocq might, to see if they
+are not thieves. If a lover, a thief, or you--I make no comparisons--
+could get the better of this first wicket, well, in the first hall,
+which is shut by a glazed door, you would run across a butler
+surrounded by lackeys, an old joker more savage and surly even than
+the porter. If any one gets past the porter's lodge, my butler comes
+out, waits for you at the entrance, and puts you through a cross-
+examination like a criminal. That has happened to me, a mere postman.
+He took me for an eavesdropper in disguise, he said, laughing at his
+nonsense. As for the servants, don't hope to get aught out of them; I
+think they are mutes, no one in the neighborhood knows the color of
+their speech; I don't know what wages they can pay them to keep them
+from talk and drink; the fact is, they are not to be got at, whether
+because they are afraid of being shot, or that they have some enormous
+sum to lose in the case of an indiscretion. If your master is fond
+enough of Mademoiselle Paquita Valdes to surmount all these obstacles,
+he certainly won't triumph over Dona Concha Marialva, the duenna who
+accompanies her and would put her under her petticoats sooner than
+leave her. The two women look as if they were sewn to one another."
+
+"All that you say, worthy postman," went on Laurent, after having
+drunk off his wine, "confirms me in what I have learned before. Upon
+my word, I thought they were making fun of me! The fruiterer opposite
+told me that of nights they let loose dogs whose food is hung up on
+stakes just out of their reach. These cursed animals think, therefore,
+that any one likely to come in has designs on their victuals, and
+would tear one to pieces. You will tell me one might throw them down
+pieces, but it seems they have been trained to touch nothing except
+from the hand of the porter."
+
+"The porter of the Baron de Nucingen, whose garden joins at the top
+that of the Hotel San-Real, told me the same thing," replied the
+postman.
+
+"Good! my master knows him," said Laurent, to himself. "Do you know,"
+he went on, leering at the postman, "I serve a master who is a rare
+man, and if he took it into his head to kiss the sole of the foot of
+an empress, she would have to give in to him. If he had need of you,
+which is what I wish for you, for he is generous, could one count on
+you?"
+
+"Lord, Monsieur Laurent, my name is Moinot. My name is written exactly
+like /Moineau/, magpie: M-o-i-n-o-t, Moinot."
+
+"Exactly," said Laurent.
+
+"I live at No. 11, Rue des Trois Freres, on the fifth floor," went on
+Moinot; "I have a wife and four children. If what you want of me
+doesn't transgress the limits of my conscience and my official duties,
+you understand! I am your man."
+
+"You are an honest fellow," said Laurent, shaking his hand. . . .
+
+"Paquita Valdes is, no doubt, the mistress of the Marquis de San-Real,
+the friend of King Ferdinand. Only an old Spanish mummy of eighty
+years is capable of taking such precautions," said Henri, when his
+/valet de chambre/ had related the result of his researches.
+
+"Monsieur," said Laurent, "unless he takes a balloon no one can get
+into that hotel."
+
+"You are a fool! Is it necessary to get into the hotel to have
+Paquita, when Paquita can get out of it?"
+
+"But, sir, the duenna?"
+
+"We will shut her up for a day or two, your duenna."
+
+"So, we shall have Paquita!" said Laurent, rubbing his hands.
+
+"Rascal!" answered Henri, "I shall condemn you to the Concha, if you
+carry your impudence so far as to speak so of a woman before she has
+become mine. . . . Turn your thoughts to dressing me, I am going out."
+
+Henri remained for a moment plunged in joyous reflections. Let us say
+it to the praise of women, he obtained all those whom he deigned to
+desire. And what could one think of a woman, having no lover, who
+should have known how to resist a young man armed with beauty which is
+the intelligence of the body, with intelligence which is a grace of
+the soul, armed with moral force and fortune, which are the only two
+real powers? Yet, in triumphing with such ease, De Marsay was bound to
+grow weary of his triumphs; thus, for about two years he had grown
+very weary indeed. And diving deep into the sea of pleasures he
+brought back more grit than pearls. Thus had he come, like potentates,
+to implore of Chance some obstacle to surmount, some enterprise which
+should ask the employment of his dormant moral and physical strength.
+Although Paquita Valdes presented him with a marvelous concentration
+of perfections which he had only yet enjoyed in detail, the attraction
+of passion was almost /nil/ with him. Constant satiety had weakened in
+his heart the sentiment of love. Like old men and people
+disillusioned, he had no longer anything but extravagant caprices,
+ruinous tastes, fantasies, which, once satisfied, left no pleasant
+memory in his heart. Amongst young people love is the finest of the
+emotions, it makes the life of the soul blossom, it nourishes by its
+solar power the finest inspirations and their great thoughts; the
+first fruits in all things have a delicious savor. Amongst men love
+becomes a passion; strength leads to abuse. Amongst old men it turns
+to vice; impotence tends to extremes. Henri was at once an old man, a
+man, and a youth. To afford him the feelings of a real love, he needed
+like Lovelace, a Clarissa Harlowe. Without the magic lustre of that
+unattainable pearl he could only have either passions rendered acute
+by some Parisian vanity, or set determinations with himself to bring
+such and such a woman to such and such a point of corruption, or else
+adventures which stimulated his curiosity.
+
+The report of Laurent, his /valet de chambre/ had just given an
+enormous value to the girl with the golden eyes. It was a question of
+doing battle with some secret enemy who seemed as dangerous as he was
+cunning; and to carry off the victory, all the forces which Henri
+could dispose of would be useful. He was about to play in that eternal
+old comedy which will be always fresh, and the characters in which are
+an old man, a young girl, and a lover: Don Hijos, Paquita, De Marsay.
+If Laurent was the equal of Figaro, the duenna seemed incorruptible.
+Thus, the living play was supplied by Chance with a stronger plot than
+it had ever been by dramatic author! But then is not Chance too, a man
+of genius?
+
+"It must be a cautious game," said Henri, to himself.
+
+"Well," said Paul de Manerville, as he entered the room. "How are we
+getting on? I have come to breakfast with you."
+
+"So be it," said Henri. "You won't be shocked if I make my toilette
+before you?"
+
+"How absurd!"
+
+"We take so many things from the English just now that we might well
+become as great prudes and hypocrites as themselves," said Henri.
+
+Laurent had set before his master such a quantity of utensils, so many
+different articles of such elegance, that Paul could not refrain from
+saying:
+
+"But you will take a couple of hours over that?"
+
+"No!" said Henri, "two hours and a half."
+
+"Well, then, since we are by ourselves, and can say what we like,
+explain to me why a man as superior as yourself--for you are superior
+--should affect to exaggerate a foppery which cannot be natural. Why
+spend two hours and a half in adorning yourself, when it is sufficient
+to spend a quarter of an hour in your bath, to do your hair in two
+minutes, and to dress! There, tell me your system."
+
+"I must be very fond of you, my good dunce, to confide such high
+thoughts to you," said the young man, who was at that moment having
+his feet rubbed with a soft brush lathered with English soap.
+
+"Have I not the most devoted attachment to you," replied Paul de
+Manerville, "and do I not like you because I know your
+superiority? . . ."
+
+"You must have noticed, if you are in the least capable of observing
+any moral fact, that women love fops," went on De Marsay, without
+replying in any way to Paul's declaration except by a look. "Do you
+know why women love fops? My friend, fops are the only men who take
+care of themselves. Now, to take excessive care of oneself, does it
+not imply that one takes care in oneself of what belongs to another?
+The man who does not belong to himself is precisely the man on whom
+women are keen. Love is essentially a thief. I say nothing about that
+excess of niceness to which they are so devoted. Do you know of any
+woman who has had a passion for a sloven, even if he were a remarkable
+man? If such a fact has occurred, we must put it to the account of
+those morbid affections of the breeding woman, mad fancies which float
+through the minds of everybody. On the other hand, I have seen most
+remarkable people left in the lurch because of their carelessness. A
+fop, who is concerned about his person, is concerned with folly, with
+petty things. And what is a woman? A petty thing, a bundle of follies.
+With two words said to the winds, can you not make her busy for four
+hours? She is sure that the fop will be occupied with her, seeing that
+he has no mind for great things. She will never be neglected for
+glory, ambition, politics, art--those prostitutes who for her are
+rivals. Then fops have the courage to cover themselves with ridicule
+in order to please a woman, and her heart is full of gratitude towards
+the man who is ridiculous for love. In fine, a fop can be no fop
+unless he is right in being one. It is women who bestow that rank. The
+fop is love's colonel; he has his victories, his regiment of women at
+his command. My dear fellow, in Paris everything is known, and a man
+cannot be a fop there /gratis/. You, who have only one woman, and who,
+perhaps, are right to have but one, try to act the fop! . . . You will
+not even become ridiculous, you will be dead. You will become a
+foregone conclusion, one of those men condemned inevitably to do one
+and the same thing. You will come to signify /folly/ as inseparably as
+M. de La Fayette signifies /America/; M. de Talleyrand, /diplomacy/;
+Desaugiers, /song/; M. de Segur, /romance/. If they once forsake their
+own line people no longer attach any value to what they do. So,
+foppery, my friend Paul, is the sign of an incontestable power over
+the female folk. A man who is loved by many women passes for having
+superior qualities, and then, poor fellow, it is a question who shall
+have him! But do you think it is nothing to have the right of going
+into a drawing-room, of looking down at people from over your cravat,
+or through your eye-glass, and of despising the most superior of men
+should he wear an old-fashioned waistcoat? . . . Laurent, you are
+hurting me! After breakfast, Paul, we will go to the Tuileries and see
+the adorable girl with the golden eyes."
+
+When, after making an excellent meal, the two young men had traversed
+the Terrasse de Feuillants and the broad walk of the Tuileries, they
+nowhere discovered the sublime Paquita Valdes, on whose account some
+fifty of the most elegant young men in Paris where to be seen, all
+scented, with their high scarfs, spurred and booted, riding, walking,
+talking, laughing, and damning themselves mightily.
+
+"It's a white Mass," said Henri; "but I have the most excellent idea
+in the world. This girl receives letters from London. The postman must
+be bought or made drunk, a letter opened, read of course, and a love-
+letter slipped in before it is sealed up again. The old tyrant,
+/crudel tirano/, is certain to know the person who writes the letters
+from London, and has ceased to be suspicious of them."
+
+The day after, De Marsay came again to walk on the Terrasse des
+Feuillants, and saw Paquita Valdes; already passion had embellished
+her for him. Seriously, he was wild for those eyes, whose rays seemed
+akin to those which the sun emits, and whose ardor set the seal upon
+that of her perfect body, in which all was delight. De Marsay was on
+fire to brush the dress of this enchanting girl as they passed one
+another in their walk; but his attempts were always vain. But at one
+moment, when he had repassed Paquita and the duenna, in order to find
+himself on the same side as the girl of the golden eyes, when he
+returned, Paquita, no less impatient, came forward hurriedly, and De
+Marsay felt his hand pressed by her in a fashion at once so swift and
+so passionately significant that it was as though he had received the
+emotions surged up in his heart. When the two lovers glanced at one
+another, Paquita seemed ashamed, she dropped her eyes lest she should
+meet the eyes of Henri, but her gaze sank lower to fasten on the feet
+and form of him whom women, before the Revolution, called /their
+conqueror/.
+
+"I am determined to make this girl my mistress," said Henri to
+himself.
+
+As he followed her along the terrace, in the direction of the Place
+Louis XV., he caught sight of the aged Marquis de San-Real, who was
+walking on the arm of his valet, stepping with all the precautions due
+to gout and decrepitude. Dona Concha, who distrusted Henri, made
+Paquita pass between herself and the old man.
+
+"Oh, for you," said De Marsay to himself, casting a glance of disdain
+upon the duenna, "if one cannot make you capitulate, with a little
+opium one can make you sleep. We know mythology and the fable of
+Argus."
+
+Before entering the carriage, the golden-eyed girl exchanged certain
+glances with her lover, of which the meaning was unmistakable and
+which enchanted Henri, but one of them was surprised by the duenna;
+she said a few rapid words to Paquita, who threw herself into the
+/coupe/ with an air of desperation. For some days Paquita did not
+appear in the Tuileries. Laurent, who by his master's orders was on
+watch by the hotel, learned from the neighbors that neither the two
+women nor the aged marquis had been abroad since the day upon which
+the duenna had surprised a glance between the young girl in her charge
+and Henri. The bond, so flimsy withal, which united the two lovers was
+already severed.
+
+Some days later, none knew by what means, De Marsay had attained his
+end; he had a seal and wax, exactly resembling the seal and wax
+affixed to the letters sent to Mademoiselle Valdes from London; paper
+similar to that which her correspondent used; moreover, all the
+implements and stamps necessary to affix the French and English
+postmarks.
+
+He wrote the following letter, to which he gave all the appearances of
+a letter sent from London:--
+
+  "MY DEAR PAQUITA,--I shall not try to paint to you in words the
+  passion with which you have inspired me. If, to my happiness, you
+  reciprocate it, understand that I have found a means of
+  corresponding with you. My name is Adolphe de Gouges, and I live
+  at No. 54 Rue de l'Universite. If you are too closely watched to
+  be able to write to me, if you have neither pen nor paper, I shall
+  understand it by your silence. If then, to-morrow, you have not,
+  between eight o'clock in the morning and ten o'clock in the
+  evening, thrown a letter over the wall of your garden into that of
+  the Baron de Nucingen, where it will be waited for during the
+  whole of the day, a man, who is entirely devoted to me, will let
+  down two flasks by a string over your wall at ten o'clock the next
+  morning. Be walking there at that hour. One of the two flasks will
+  contain opium to send your Argus to sleep; it will be sufficient
+  to employ six drops; the other will contain ink. The flask of ink
+  is of cut glass; the other is plain. Both are of such a size as
+  can easily be concealed within your bosom. All that I have already
+  done, in order to be able to correspond with you, should tell you
+  how greatly I love you. Should you have any doubt of it, I will
+  confess to you, that to obtain an interview of one hour with you I
+  would give my life."
+
+"At least they believe that, poor creatures!" said De Marsay; "but
+they are right. What should we think of a woman who refused to be
+beguiled by a love-letter accompanied by such convincing accessories?"
+
+This letter was delivered by Master Moinot, postman, on the following
+day, about eight o'clock in the morning, to the porter of the Hotel
+San-Real.
+
+In order to be nearer to the field of action, De Marsay went and
+breakfasted with Paul, who lived in the Rue de la Pepiniere. At two
+o'clock, just as the two friends were laughingly discussing the
+discomfiture of a young man who had attempted to lead the life of
+fashion without a settled income, and were devising an end for him,
+Henri's coachman came to seek his master at Paul's house, and
+presented to him a mysterious personage who insisted on speaking
+himself with his master.
+
+This individual was a mulatto, who would assuredly have given Talma a
+model for the part of Othello, if he had come across him. Never did
+any African face better express the grand vengefulness, the ready
+suspicion, the promptitude in the execution of a thought, the strength
+of the Moor, and his childish lack of reflection. His black eyes had
+the fixity of the eyes of a bird of prey, and they were framed, like a
+vulture's, by a bluish membrane devoid of lashes. His forehead, low
+and narrow, had something menacing. Evidently, this man was under the
+yoke of some single and unique thought. His sinewy arm did not belong
+to him.
+
+He was followed by a man whom the imaginations of all folk, from those
+who shiver in Greenland to those who sweat in the tropics, would paint
+in the single phrase: /He was an unfortunate man/. From this phrase,
+everybody will conceive him according to the special ideas of each
+country. But who can best imagine his face--white and wrinkled, red at
+the extremities, and his long beard. Who will see his lean and yellow
+scarf, his greasy shirt-collar, his battered hat, his green frock
+coat, his deplorable trousers, his dilapidated waistcoat, his
+imitation gold pin, and battered shoes, the strings of which were
+plastered in mud? Who will see all that but the Parisian? The
+unfortunate man of Paris is the unfortunate man /in toto/, for he has
+still enough mirth to know the extent of his misfortune. The mulatto
+was like an executioner of Louis XI. leading a man to the gallows.
+
+"Who has hunted us out these two extraordinary creatures?" said Henri.
+
+"Faith! there is one of them who makes me shudder," replied Paul.
+
+"Who are you--you fellow who look the most like a Christian of the
+two?" said Henri, looking at the unfortunate man.
+
+The mulatto stood with his eyes fixed upon the two young men, like a
+man who understood nothing, and who sought no less to divine something
+from the gestures and movements of the lips.
+
+"I am a public scribe and interpreter; I live at the Palais de
+Justice, and am named Poincet."
+
+"Good! . . . and this one?" said Henri to Poincet, looking towards the
+mulatto.
+
+"I do not know; he only speaks a sort of Spanish /patois/, and he has
+brought me here to make himself understood by you."
+
+The mulatto drew from his pocket the letter which Henri had written to
+Paquita and handed it to him. Henri threw it in the fire.
+
+"Ah--so--the game is beginning," said Henri to himself. "Paul, leave
+us alone for a moment."
+
+"I translated this letter for him," went on the interpreter, when they
+were alone. "When it was translated, he was in some place which I
+don't remember. Then he came back to look for me, and promised me two
+/louis/ to fetch him here."
+
+"What have you to say to me, nigger?" asked Henri.
+
+"I did not translate /nigger/," said the interpreter, waiting for the
+mulatto's reply. . . .
+
+"He said, sir," went on the interpreter, after having listened to the
+unknown, "that you must be at half-past ten to-morrow night on the
+boulevard Montmartre, near the cafe. You will see a carriage there, in
+which you must take your place, saying to the man, who will wait to
+open the door for you, the word /cortejo/--a Spanish word, which means
+/lover/," added Poincet, casting a glance of congratulation upon
+Henri.
+
+"Good."
+
+The mulatto was about to bestow the two /louis/, but De Marsay would
+not permit it, and himself rewarded the interpreter. As he was paying
+him, the mulatto began to speak.
+
+"What is he saying?"
+
+"He is warning me," replied the unfortunate, "that if I commit a
+single indiscretion he will strangle me. He speaks fair and he looks
+remarkably as if he were capable of carrying out his threat."
+
+"I am sure of it," answered Henri; "he would keep his word."
+
+"He says, as well," replied the interpreter, "that the person from
+whom he is sent implores you, for your sake and for hers, to act with
+the greatest prudence, because the daggers which are raised above your
+head would strike your heart before any human power could save you
+from them."
+
+"He said that? So much the better, it will be more amusing. You can
+come in now, Paul," he cried to his friend.
+
+The mulatto, who had not ceased to gaze at the lover of Paquita Valdes
+with magnetic attention, went away, followed by the interpreter.
+
+"Well, at last I have an adventure which is entirely romantic," said
+Henri, when Paul returned. "After having shared in a certain number I
+have finished by finding in Paris an intrigue accompanied by serious
+accidents, by grave perils. The deuce! what courage danger gives a
+woman! To torment a woman, to try and contradict her--doesn't it give
+her the right and the courage to scale in one moment obstacles which
+it would take her years to surmount of herself? Pretty creature, jump
+then! To die? Poor child! Daggers? Oh, imagination of women! They
+cannot help trying to find authority for their little jests. Besides,
+can one think of it, Paquita? Can one think of it, my child? The devil
+take me, now that I know this beautiful girl, this masterpiece of
+nature, is mine, the adventure has lost its charm."
+
+For all his light words, the youth in Henri had reappeared. In order
+to live until the morrow without too much pain, he had recourse to
+exorbitant pleasure; he played, dined, supped with his friends; he
+drank like a fish, ate like a German, and won ten or twelve thousand
+francs. He left the Rocher de Cancale at two o'clock in the morning,
+slept like a child, awoke the next morning fresh and rosy, and dressed
+to go to the Tuileries, with the intention of taking a ride, after
+having seen Paquita, in order to get himself an appetite and dine the
+better, and so kill the time.
+
+At the hour mentioned Henri was on the boulevard, saw the carriage,
+and gave the counter-word to a man who looked to him like the mulatto.
+Hearing the word, the man opened the door and quickly let down the
+step. Henri was so rapidly carried through Paris, and his thoughts
+left him so little capacity to pay attention to the streets through
+which he passed, that he did not know where the carriage stopped. The
+mulatto let him into a house, the staircase of which was quite close
+to the entrance. This staircase was dark, as was also the landing upon
+which Henri was obliged to wait while the mulatto was opening the door
+of a damp apartment, fetid and unlit, the chambers of which, barely
+illuminated by the candle which his guide found in the ante-chamber,
+seemed to him empty and ill furnished, like those of a house the
+inhabitants of which are away. He recognized the sensation which he
+had experienced from the perusal of one of those romances of Anne
+Radcliffe, in which the hero traverses the cold, sombre, and
+uninhabited saloons of some sad and desert spot.
+
+At last the mulatto opened the door of a /salon/. The condition of the
+old furniture and the dilapidated curtains with which the room was
+adorned gave it the air of the reception-room of a house of ill fame.
+There was the same pretension to elegance, and the same collection of
+things in bad taste, of dust and dirt. Upon a sofa covered with red
+Utrecht velvet, by the side of a smoking hearth, the fire of which was
+buried in ashes, sat an old, poorly dressed woman, her head capped by
+one of those turbans which English women of a certain age have
+invented and which would have a mighty success in China, where the
+artist's ideal is the monstrous.
+
+The room, the old woman, the cold hearth, all would have chilled love
+to death had not Paquita been there, upon an ottoman, in a loose
+voluptuous wrapper, free to scatter her gaze of gold and flame, free
+to show her arched foot, free of her luminous movements. This first
+interview was what every /rendezvous/ must be between persons of
+passionate disposition, who have stepped over a wide distance quickly,
+who desire each other ardently, and who, nevertheless, do not know
+each other. It is impossible that at first there should not occur
+certain discordant notes in the situation, which is embarrassing until
+the moment when two souls find themselves in unison.
+
+If desire gives a man boldness and disposes him to lay restraint
+aside, the mistress, under pain of ceasing to be woman, however great
+may be her love, is afraid of arriving at the end so promptly, and
+face to face with the necessity of giving herself, which to many women
+is equivalent to a fall into an abyss, at the bottom of which they
+know not what they shall find. The involuntary coldness of the woman
+contrasts with her confessed passion, and necessarily reacts upon the
+most passionate lover. Thus ideas, which often float around souls like
+vapors, determine in them a sort of temporary malady. In the sweet
+journey which two beings undertake through the fair domains of love,
+this moment is like a waste land to be traversed, a land without a
+tree, alternatively damp and warm, full of scorching sand, traversed
+by marshes, which leads to smiling groves clad with roses, where Love
+and his retinue of pleasures disport themselves on carpets of soft
+verdure. Often the witty man finds himself afflicted with a foolish
+laugh which is his only answer to everything; his wit is, as it were,
+suffocated beneath the icy pressure of his desires. It would not be
+impossible for two beings of equal beauty, intelligence, and passion
+to utter at first nothing but the most silly commonplaces, until
+chance, a word, the tremor of a certain glance, the communication of a
+spark, should have brought them to the happy transition which leads to
+that flowery way in which one does not walk, but where one sways and
+at the same time does not lapse.
+
+Such a state of mind is always in proportion with the violence of the
+feeling. Two creatures who love one another weakly feel nothing
+similar. The effect of this crisis can even be compared with that
+which is produced by the glow of a clear sky. Nature, at the first
+view, appears to be covered with a gauze veil, the azure of the
+firmament seems black, the intensity of light is like darkness. With
+Henri, as with the Spanish girl, there was an equal intensity of
+feeling; and that law of statics, in virtue of which two identical
+forces cancel each other, might have been true also in the moral
+order. And the embarrassment of the moment was singularly increased by
+the presence of the old hag. Love takes pleasure or fright at all, all
+has meaning for it, everything is an omen of happiness or sorrow for
+it.
+
+This decrepit woman was there like a suggestion of catastrophe, and
+represented the horrid fish's tail with which the allegorical geniuses
+of Greece have terminated their chimeras and sirens, whose figures,
+like all passions, are so seductive, so deceptive.
+
+Although Henri was not a free-thinker--the phrase is always a mockery
+--but a man of extraordinary power, a man as great as a man can be
+without faith, the conjunction struck him. Moreover, the strongest men
+are naturally the most impressionable, and consequently the most
+superstitious, if, indeed, one may call superstition the prejudice of
+the first thoughts, which, without doubt, is the appreciation of the
+result in causes hidden to other eyes but perceptible to their own.
+
+The Spanish girl profited by this moment of stupefaction to let
+herself fall into the ecstasy of that infinite adoration which seizes
+the heart of a woman, when she truly loves and finds herself in the
+presence of an idol for whom she has vainly longed. Her eyes were all
+joy, all happiness, and sparks flew from them. She was under the
+charm, and fearlessly intoxicated herself with a felicity of which she
+had dreamed long. She seemed then so marvelously beautiful to Henri,
+that all this phantasmagoria of rags and old age, of worn red drapery
+and of the green mats in front of the armchairs, the ill-washed red
+tiles, all this sick and dilapidated luxury, disappeared.
+
+The room seemed lit up; and it was only through a cloud that one could
+see the fearful harpy fixed and dumb on her red sofa, her yellow eyes
+betraying the servile sentiments, inspired by misfortune, or caused by
+some vice beneath whose servitude one has fallen as beneath a tyrant
+who brutalizes one with the flagellations of his despotism. Her eyes
+had the cold glitter of a caged tiger, knowing his impotence and being
+compelled to swallow his rage of destruction.
+
+"Who is that woman?" said Henri to Paquita.
+
+But Paquita did not answer. She made a sign that she understood no
+French, and asked Henri if he spoke English.
+
+De Marsay repeated his question in English.
+
+"She is the only woman in whom I can confide, although she has sold me
+already," said Paquita, tranquilly. "My dear Adolphe, she is my
+mother, a slave bought in Georgia for her rare beauty, little enough
+of which remains to-day. She only speaks her native tongue."
+
+The attitude of this woman and her eagerness to guess from the
+gestures of her daughter and Henri what was passing between them, were
+suddenly explained to the young man; and this explanation put him at
+his ease.
+
+"Paquita," he said, "are we never to be free then?"
+
+"Never," she said, with an air of sadness. "Even now we have but a few
+days before us."
+
+She lowered her eyes, looked at and counted with her right hand on the
+fingers of her left, revealing so the most beautiful hands which Henri
+had ever seen.
+
+"One, two, three----"
+
+She counted up to twelve.
+
+"Yes," she said, "we have twelve days."
+
+"And after?"
+
+"After," she said, showing the absorption of a weak woman before the
+executioner's axe, and slain in advance, as it were, by a fear which
+stripped her of that magnificent energy which Nature seemed to have
+bestowed upon her only to aggrandize pleasure and convert the most
+vulgar delights into endless poems. "After----" she repeated. Her eyes
+took a fixed stare; she seemed to contemplate a threatening object far
+away.
+
+"I do not know," she said.
+
+"This girl is mad," said Henri to himself, falling into strange
+reflections.
+
+Paquita appeared to him occupied by something which was not himself,
+like a woman constrained equally by remorse and passion. Perhaps she
+had in her heart another love which she alternately remembered and
+forgot. In a moment Henri was assailed by a thousand contradictory
+thoughts. This girl became a mystery for him; but as he contemplated
+her with the scientific attention of the /blase/ man, famished for new
+pleasures, like that Eastern king who asked that a pleasure should be
+created for him,--a horrible thirst with which great souls are seized,
+--Henri recognized in Paquita the richest organization that Nature had
+ever deigned to compose for love. The presumptive play of this
+machinery, setting aside the soul, would have frightened any other man
+than Henri; but he was fascinated by that rich harvest of promised
+pleasures, by that constant variety in happiness, the dream of every
+man, and the desire of every loving woman too. He was infuriated by
+the infinite rendered palpable, and transported into the most
+excessive raptures of which the creature is capable. All that he saw
+in this girl more distinctly than he had yet seen it, for she let
+herself be viewed complacently, happy to be admired. The admiration of
+De Marsay became a secret fury, and he unveiled her completely,
+throwing a glance at her which the Spaniard understood as though she
+had been used to receive such.
+
+"If you are not to be mine, mine only, I will kill you!" he cried.
+
+Hearing this speech, Paquita covered her face in her hands, and cried
+naively:
+
+"Holy Virgin! What have I brought upon myself?"
+
+She rose, flung herself down upon the red sofa, and buried her head in
+the rags which covered the bosom of her mother, and wept there. The
+old woman received her daughter without issuing from her state of
+immobility, or displaying any emotion. The mother possessed in the
+highest degree that gravity of savage races, the impassiveness of a
+statue upon which all remarks are lost. Did she or did she not love
+her daughter? Beneath that mask every human emotion might brood--good
+and evil; and from this creature all might be expected. Her gaze
+passed slowly from her daughter's beautiful hair, which covered her
+like a mantle, to the face of Henri, which she considered with an
+indescribable curiosity.
+
+She seemed to ask by what fatality he was there, from what caprice
+Nature had made so seductive a man.
+
+"These women are making sport of me," said Henri to himself.
+
+At that moment Paquita raised her head, cast at him one of those looks
+which reach the very soul and consume it. So beautiful seemed she that
+he swore he would possess such a treasure of beauty.
+
+"My Paquita! Be mine!"
+
+"Wouldst thou kill me?" she said fearfully, palpitating and anxious,
+but drawn towards him by an inexplicable force.
+
+"Kill thee--I!" he said, smiling.
+
+Paquita uttered a cry of alarm, said a word to the old woman, who
+authoritatively seized Henri's hand and that of her daughter. She
+gazed at them for a long time, and then released them, wagging her
+head in a fashion horribly significant.
+
+"Be mine--this evening, this moment; follow me, do not leave me! It
+must be, Paquita! Dost thou love me? Come!"
+
+In a moment he had poured out a thousand foolish words to her, with
+the rapidity of a torrent coursing between the rocks, and repeating
+the same sound in a thousand different forms.
+
+"It is the same voice!" said Paquita, in a melancholy voice, which De
+Marsay could not overhear, "and the same ardor," she added. "So be
+it--yes," she said, with an abandonment of passion which no words can
+describe. "Yes; but not to-night. To-night Adolphe, I gave too little
+opium to La Concha. She might wake up, and I should be lost. At this
+moment the whole household believes me to be asleep in my room. In two
+days be at the same spot, say the same word to the same man. That man
+is my foster-father. Cristemio worships me, and would die in torments
+for me before they could extract one word against me from him.
+Farewell," she said seizing Henri by the waist and twining round him
+like a serpent.
+
+She pressed him on every side at once, lifted her head to his, and
+offered him her lips, then snatched a kiss which filled them both with
+such a dizziness that it seemed to Henri as though the earth opened;
+and Paquita cried: "Enough, depart!" in a voice which told how little
+she was mistress of herself. But she clung to him still, still crying
+"Depart!" and brought him slowly to the staircase. There the mulatto,
+whose white eyes lit up at the sight of Paquita, took the torch from
+the hands of his idol, and conducted Henri to the street. He left the
+light under the arch, opened the door, put Henri into the carriage,
+and set him down on the Boulevard des Italiens with marvelous
+rapidity. It was as though the horses had hell-fire in their veins.
+
+The scene was like a dream to De Marsay, but one of those dreams
+which, even when they fade away, leave a feeling of supernatural
+voluptuousness, which a man runs after for the remainder of his life.
+A single kiss had been enough. Never had /rendezvous/ been spent in a
+manner more decorous or chaste, or, perhaps, more coldly, in a spot of
+which the surroundings were more gruesome, in presence of a more
+hideous divinity; for the mother had remained in Henri's imagination
+like some infernal, cowering thing, cadaverous, monstrous, savagely
+ferocious, which the imagination of poets and painters had not yet
+conceived. In effect, no /rendezvous/ had ever irritated his senses
+more, revealed more audacious pleasures, or better aroused love from
+its centre to shed itself round him like an atmosphere. There was
+something sombre, mysterious, sweet, tender, constrained, and
+expansive, an intermingling of the awful and the celestial, of
+paradise and hell, which made De Marsay like a drunken man.
+
+He was no longer himself, and he was, withal, great enough to be able
+to resist the intoxication of pleasure.
+
+In order to render his conduct intelligible in the catastrophe of this
+story, it is needful to explain how his soul had broadened at an age
+when young men generally belittle themselves in their relations with
+women, or in too much occupation with them. Its growth was due to a
+concurrence of secret circumstances, which invested him with a vast
+and unsuspected power.
+
+This young man held in his hand a sceptre more powerful than that of
+modern kings, almost all of whom are curbed in their least wishes by
+the laws. De Marsay exercised the autocratic power of an Oriental
+despot. But this power, so stupidly put into execution in Asia by
+brutish men, was increased tenfold by its conjunction with European
+intelligence, with French wit--the most subtle, the keenest of all
+intellectual instruments. Henri could do what he would in the interest
+of his pleasures and vanities. This invisible action upon the social
+world had invested him with a real, but secret, majesty, without
+emphasis and deriving from himself. He had not the opinion which Louis
+XIV. could have of himself, but that which the proudest of the
+Caliphs, the Pharoahs, the Xerxes, who held themselves to be of divine
+origin, had of themselves when they imitated God, and veiled
+themselves from their subjects under the pretext that their looks
+dealt forth death. Thus, without any remorse at being at once the
+judge and the accuser, De Marsay coldly condemned to death the man or
+the woman who had seriously offended him. Although often pronounced
+almost lightly, the verdict was irrevocable. An error was a misfortune
+similar to that which a thunderbolt causes when it falls upon a
+smiling Parisienne in some hackney coach, instead of crushing the old
+coachman who is driving her to a /rendezvous/. Thus the bitter and
+profound sarcasm which distinguished the young man's conversation
+usually tended to frighten people; no one was anxious to put him out.
+Women are prodigiously fond of those persons who call themselves
+pashas, and who are, as it were accompanied by lions and executioners,
+and who walk in a panoply of terror. The result, in the case of such
+men, is a security of action, a certitude of power, a pride of gaze, a
+leonine consciousness, which makes women realize the type of strength
+of which they all dream. Such was De Marsay.
+
+Happy, for the moment, with his future, he grew young and pliable, and
+thought of nothing but love as he went to bed. He dreamed of the girl
+with the golden eyes, as the young and passionate can dream. His
+dreams were monstrous images, unattainable extravagances--full of
+light, revealing invisible worlds, yet in a manner always incomplete,
+for an intervening veil changes the conditions of vision.
+
+For the next and succeeding day Henri disappeared and no one knew what
+had become of him. His power only belonged to him under certain
+conditions, and, happily for him, during those two days he was a
+private soldier in the service of the demon to whom he owed his
+talismanic existence. But at the appointed time, in the evening, he
+was waiting--and he had not long to wait--for the carriage. The
+mulatto approached Henri, in order to repeat to him in French a phrase
+which he seemed to have learned by heart.
+
+"If you wish to come, she told me, you must consent to have your eyes
+bandaged."
+
+And Cristemio produced a white silk handkerchief.
+
+"No!" said Henri, whose omnipotence revolted suddenly.
+
+He tried to leap in. The mulatto made a sign, and the carriage drove
+off.
+
+"Yes!" cried De Marsay, furious at the thought of losing a piece of
+good fortune which had been promised him.
+
+He saw, moreover, the impossibility of making terms with a slave whose
+obedience was as blind as the hangman's. Nor was it this passive
+instrument upon whom his anger could fall.
+
+The mulatto whistled, the carriage returned. Henri got in hastily.
+Already a few curious onlookers had assembled like sheep on the
+boulevard. Henri was strong; he tried to play the mulatto. When the
+carriage started at a gallop he seized his hands, in order to master
+him, and retain, by subduing his attendant, the possession of his
+faculties, so that he might know whither he was going. It was a vain
+attempt. The eyes of the mulatto flashed from the darkness. The fellow
+uttered a cry which his fury stifled in his throat, released himself,
+threw back De Marsay with a hand like iron, and nailed him, so to
+speak, to the bottom of the carriage; then with his free hand, he drew
+a triangular dagger, and whistled. The coachman heard the whistle and
+stopped. Henri was unarmed, he was forced to yield. He moved his head
+towards the handkerchief. The gesture of submission calmed Cristemio,
+and he bound his eyes with a respect and care which manifested a sort
+of veneration for the person of the man whom his idol loved. But,
+before taking this course, he had placed his dagger distrustfully in
+his side pocket, and buttoned himself up to the chin.
+
+"That nigger would have killed me!" said De Marsay to himself.
+
+Once more the carriage moved on rapidly. There was one resource still
+open to a young man who knew Paris as well as Henri. To know whither
+he was going, he had but to collect himself and count, by the number
+of gutters crossed, the streets leading from the boulevards by which
+the carriage passed, so long as it continued straight along. He could
+thus discover into which lateral street it would turn, either towards
+the Seine or towards the heights of Montmartre, and guess the name or
+position of the street in which his guide should bring him to a halt.
+But the violent emotion which his struggle had caused him, the rage
+into which his compromised dignity had thrown him, the ideas of
+vengeance to which he abandoned himself, the suppositions suggested to
+him by the circumstantial care which this girl had taken in order to
+bring him to her, all hindered him from the attention, which the blind
+have, necessary for the concentration of his intelligence and the
+perfect lucidity of his recollection. The journey lasted half an hour.
+When the carriage stopped, it was no longer on the street. The mulatto
+and the coachman took Henri in their arms, lifted him out, and,
+putting him into a sort of litter, conveyed him across a garden. He
+could smell its flowers and the perfume peculiar to trees and grass.
+
+The silence which reigned there was so profound that he could
+distinguish the noise made by the drops of water falling from the
+moist leaves. The two men took him to a staircase, set him on his
+feet, led him by his hands through several apartments, and left him in
+a room whose atmosphere was perfumed, and the thick carpet of which he
+could feel beneath his feet.
+
+A woman's hand pushed him on to a divan, and untied the handkerchief
+for him. Henri saw Paquita before him, but Paquita in all her womanly
+and voluptuous glory. The section of the boudoir in which Henri found
+himself described a circular line, softly gracious, which was faced
+opposite by the other perfectly square half, in the midst of which a
+chimney-piece shone of gold and white marble. He had entered by a door
+on one side, hidden by a rich tapestried screen, opposite which was a
+window. The semicircular portion was adorned with a real Turkish
+divan, that is to say, a mattress thrown on the ground, but a mattress
+as broad as a bed, a divan fifty feet in circumference, made of white
+cashmere, relieved by bows of black and scarlet silk, arranged in
+panels. The top of this huge bed was raised several inches by numerous
+cushions, which further enriched it by their tasteful comfort. The
+boudoir was lined with some red stuff, over which an Indian muslin was
+stretched, fluted after the fashion of Corinthian columns, in plaits
+going in and out, and bound at the top and bottom by bands of poppy-
+colored stuff, on which were designs in black arabesque.
+
+Below the muslin the poppy turned to rose, that amorous color, which
+was matched by window-curtains, which were of Indian muslin lined with
+rose-colored taffeta, and set off with a fringe of poppy-color and
+black. Six silver-gilt arms, each supporting two candles, were
+attached to the tapestry at an equal distance, to illuminate the
+divan. The ceiling, from the middle of which a lustre of unpolished
+silver hung, was of a brilliant whiteness, and the cornice was gilded.
+The carpet was like an Oriental shawl; it had the designs and recalled
+the poetry of Persia, where the hands of slaves had worked on it. The
+furniture was covered in white cashmere, relieved by black and poppy-
+colored ornaments. The clock, the candelabra, all were in white marble
+and gold. The only table there had a cloth of cashmere. Elegant
+flower-pots held roses of every kind, flowers white or red. In fine,
+the least detail seemed to have been the object of loving thought.
+Never had richness hidden itself more coquettishly to become elegance,
+to express grace, to inspire pleasure. Everything there would have
+warmed the coldest of beings. The caresses of the tapestry, of which
+the color changed according to the direction of one's gaze, becoming
+either all white or all rose, harmonized with the effects of the light
+shed upon the diaphanous tissues of the muslin, which produced an
+appearance of mistiness. The soul has I know not what attraction
+towards white, love delights in red, and the passions are flattered by
+gold, which has the power of realizing their caprices. Thus all that
+man possesses within him of vague and mysterious, all his inexplicable
+affinities, were caressed in their involuntary sympathies. There was
+in this perfect harmony a concert of color to which the soul responded
+with vague and voluptuous and fluctuating ideas.
+
+It was out of a misty atmosphere, laden with exquisite perfumes, that
+Paquita, clad in a white wrapper, her feet bare, orange blossoms in
+her black hair, appeared to Henri, knelt before him, adoring him as
+the god of this temple, whither he had deigned to come. Although De
+Marsay was accustomed to seeing the utmost efforts of Parisian luxury,
+he was surprised at the aspect of this shell, like that from which
+Venus rose out of the sea. Whether from an effect of contrast between
+the darkness from which he issued and the light which bathed his soul,
+whether from a comparison which he swiftly made between this scene and
+that of their first interview, he experienced one of those delicate
+sensations which true poetry gives. Perceiving in the midst of this
+retreat, which had been opened to him as by a fairy's magic wand, the
+masterpiece of creation, this girl, whose warmly colored tints, whose
+soft skin--soft, but slightly gilded by the shadows, by I know not
+what vaporous effusion of love--gleamed as though it reflected the
+rays of color and light, his anger, his desire for vengeance, his
+wounded vanity, all were lost.
+
+Like an eagle darting on his prey, he took her utterly to him, set her
+on his knees, and felt with an indescribable intoxication the
+voluptuous pressure of this girl, whose richly developed beauties
+softly enveloped him.
+
+"Come to me, Paquita!" he said, in a low voice.
+
+"Speak, speak without fear!" she said. "This retreat was built for
+love. No sound can escape from it, so greatly was it desired to guard
+avariciously the accents and music of the beloved voice. However loud
+should be the cries, they would not be heard without these walls. A
+person might be murdered, and his moans would be as vain as if he were
+in the midst of the great desert."
+
+"Who has understood jealousy and its needs so well?"
+
+"Never question me as to that," she answered, untying with a gesture
+of wonderful sweetness the young man's scarf, doubtless in order the
+better to behold his neck.
+
+"Yes, there is the neck I love so well!" she said. "Wouldst thou
+please me?"
+
+This interrogation, rendered by the accent almost lascivious, drew De
+Marsay from the reverie in which he had been plunged by Paquita's
+authoritative refusal to allow him any research as to the unknown
+being who hovered like a shadow about them.
+
+"And if I wished to know who reigns here?"
+
+Paquita looked at him trembling.
+
+"It is not I, then?" he said, rising and freeing himself from the
+girl, whose head fell backwards. "Where I am, I would be alone."
+
+"Strike, strike! . . ." said the poor slave, a prey to terror.
+
+"For what do you take me, then? . . . Will you answer?"
+
+Paquita got up gently, her eyes full of tears, took a poniard from one
+of the two ebony pieces of furniture, and presented it to Henri with a
+gesture of submission which would have moved a tiger.
+
+"Give me a feast such as men give when they love," she said, "and
+whilst I sleep, slay me, for I know not how to answer thee. Hearken! I
+am bound like some poor beast to a stake; I am amazed that I have been
+able to throw a bridge over the abyss which divides us. Intoxicate me,
+then kill me! Ah, no, no!" she cried, joining her hands, "do not kill
+me! I love life! Life is fair to me! If I am a slave, I am a queen
+too. I could beguile you with words, tell you that I love you alone,
+prove it to you, profit by my momentary empire to say to you: 'Take me
+as one tastes the perfume of a flower when one passes it in a king's
+garden.' Then, after having used the cunning eloquence of woman and
+soared on the wings of pleasure, after having quenched my thirst, I
+could have you cast into a pit, where none could find you, which has
+been made to gratify vengeance without having to fear that of the law,
+a pit full of lime which would kindle and consume you, until no
+particle of you were left. You would stay in my heart, mine forever."
+
+Henri looked at the girl without trembling, and this fearless gaze
+filled her with joy.
+
+"No, I shall not do it! You have fallen into no trap here, but upon
+the heart of a woman who adores you, and it is I who will be cast into
+the pit."
+
+"All this appears to me prodigiously strange," said De Marsay,
+considering her. "But you seem to me a good girl, a strange nature;
+you are, upon my word of honor, a living riddle, the answer to which
+is very difficult to find."
+
+Paquita understood nothing of what the young man said; she looked at
+him gently, opening wide eyes which could never be stupid, so much was
+pleasure written in them.
+
+"Come, then, my love," she said, returning to her first idea, "wouldst
+thou please me?"
+
+"I would do all that thou wouldst, and even that thou wouldst not,"
+answered De Marsay, with a laugh. He had recovered his foppish ease,
+as he took the resolve to let himself go to the climax of his good
+fortune, looking neither before nor after. Perhaps he counted,
+moreover, on his power and his capacity of a man used to adventures,
+to dominate this girl a few hours later and learn all her secrets.
+
+"Well," said she, "let me arrange you as I would like."
+
+Paquita went joyously and took from one of the two chests a robe of
+red velvet, in which she dressed De Marsay, then adorned his head with
+a woman's bonnet and wrapped a shawl round him. Abandoning herself to
+these follies with a child's innocence, she laughed a convulsive
+laugh, and resembled some bird flapping its wings; but he saw nothing
+beyond.
+
+If it be impossible to paint the unheard-of delights which these two
+creatures--made by heaven in a joyous moment--found, it is perhaps
+necessary to translate metaphysically the extraordinary and almost
+fantastic impressions of the young man. That which persons in the
+social position of De Marsay, living as he lived, are best able to
+recognize is a girl's innocence. But, strange phenomenon! The girl of
+the golden eyes might be virgin, but innocent she was certainly not.
+The fantastic union of the mysterious and the real, of darkness and
+light, horror and beauty, pleasure and danger, paradise and hell,
+which had already been met with in this adventure, was resumed in the
+capricious and sublime being with which De Marsay dallied. All the
+utmost science or the most refined pleasure, all that Henri could know
+of that poetry of the senses which is called love, was excelled by the
+treasures poured forth by this girl, whose radiant eyes gave the lie
+to none of the promises which they made.
+
+She was an Oriental poem, in which shone the sun that Saadi, that
+Hafiz, have set in their pulsing strophes. Only, neither the rhythm of
+Saadi, nor that of Pindar, could have expressed the ecstasy--full of
+confusion and stupefaction--which seized the delicious girl when the
+error in which an iron hand had caused her to live was at an end.
+
+"Dead!" she said, "I am dead, Adolphe! Take me away to the world's
+end, to an island where no one knows us. Let there be no traces of our
+flight! We should be followed to the gates of hell. God! here is the
+day! Escape! Shall I ever see you again? Yes, to-morrow I will see
+you, if I have to deal death to all my warders to have that joy. Till
+to-morrow."
+
+She pressed him in her arms with an embrace in which the terror of
+death mingled. Then she touched a spring, which must have been in
+connection with a bell, and implored De Marsay to permit his eyes to
+be bandaged.
+
+"And if I would not--and if I wished to stay here?"
+
+"You would be the death of me more speedily," she said, "for now I
+know I am certain to die on your account."
+
+Henri submitted. In the man who had just gorged himself with pleasure
+there occurs a propensity to forgetfulness, I know not what
+ingratitude, a desire for liberty, a whim to go elsewhere, a tinge of
+contempt and, perhaps, of disgust for his idol; in fine, indescribable
+sentiments which render him ignoble and ashamed. The certainty of this
+confused, but real, feeling in souls who are not illuminated by that
+celestial light, nor perfumed with that holy essence from which the
+performance of sentiment springs, doubtless suggested to Rousseau the
+adventures of Lord Edward, which conclude the letters of the /Nouvelle
+Heloise/. If Rousseau is obviously inspired by the work of Richardson,
+he departs from it in a thousand details, which leave his achievement
+magnificently original; he has recommended it to posterity by great
+ideas which it is difficult to liberate by analysis, when, in one's
+youth, one reads this work with the object of finding in it the lurid
+representation of the most physical of our feelings, whereas serious
+and philosophical writers never employ its images except as the
+consequence or the corollary of a vast thought; and the adventures of
+Lord Edward are one of the most Europeanly delicate ideas of the whole
+work.
+
+Henri, therefore, found himself beneath the domination of that
+confused sentiment which is unknown to true love. There was needful,
+in some sort, the persuasive grip of comparisons, and the irresistible
+attraction of memories to lead him back to a woman. True love rules
+above all through recollection. A woman who is not engraven upon the
+soul by excess of pleasure or by strength of emotion, how can she ever
+be loved? In Henri's case, Paquita had established herself by both of
+these reasons. But at this moment, seized as he was by the satiety of
+his happiness, that delicious melancholy of the body, he could hardly
+analyze his heart, even by recalling to his lips the taste of the
+liveliest gratifications that he had ever grasped.
+
+He found himself on the Boulevard Montmartre at the break of day,
+gazed stupidly at the retreating carriage, produced two cigars from
+his pocket, lit one from the lantern of a good woman who sold brandy
+and coffee to workmen and street arabs and chestnut venders--to all
+the Parisian populace which begins its work before daybreak; then he
+went off, smoking his cigar, and putting his hands in his trousers'
+pockets with a devil-may-care air which did him small honor.
+
+"What a good thing a cigar is! That's one thing a man will never tire
+of," he said to himself.
+
+Of the girl with the golden eyes, over whom at that time all the
+elegant youth of Paris was mad, he hardly thought. The idea of death,
+expressed in the midst of their pleasure, and the fear of which had
+more than once darkened the brow of that beautiful creature, who held
+to the houris of Asia by her mother, to Europe by her education, to
+the tropics by her birth, seemed to him merely one of those deceptions
+by which women seek to make themselves interesting.
+
+"She is from Havana--the most Spanish region to be found in the New
+World. So she preferred to feign terror rather than cast in my teeth
+indisposition or difficulty, coquetry or duty, like a Parisian woman.
+By her golden eyes, how glad I shall be to sleep."
+
+He saw a hackney coach standing at the corner of Frascati's waiting
+for some gambler; he awoke the driver, was driven home, went to bed,
+and slept the sleep of the dissipated, which for some queer reason--of
+which no rhymer has yet taken advantage--is as profound as that of
+innocence. Perhaps it is an instance of the proverbial axiom,
+/extremes meet/.
+
+About noon De Marsay awoke and stretched himself; he felt the grip of
+that sort of voracious hunger which old soldiers can remember having
+experienced on the morrow of victory. He was delighted, therefore, to
+see Paul de Manerville standing in front of him, for at such a time
+nothing is more agreeable than to eat in company.
+
+"Well," his friend remarked, "we all imagined that you had been shut
+up for the last ten days with the girl of the golden eyes."
+
+"The girl of the golden eyes! I have forgotten her. Faith! I have
+other fish to fry!"
+
+"Ah! you are playing at discretion."
+
+"Why not?" asked De Marsay, with a laugh. "My dear fellow, discretion
+is the best form of calculation. Listen--however, no! I will not say a
+word. You never teach me anything; I am not disposed to make you a
+gratuitous present of the treasures of my policy. Life is a river
+which is of use for the promotion of commerce. In the name of all that
+is most sacred in life--of cigars! I am no professor of social economy
+for the instruction of fools. Let us breakfast! It costs less to give
+you a tunny omelette than to lavish the resources of my brain on you."
+
+"Do you bargain with your friends?"
+
+"My dear fellow," said Henri, who rarely denied himself a sarcasm,
+"since all the same, you may some day need, like anybody else, to use
+discretion, and since I have much love for you--yes, I like you! Upon
+my word, if you only wanted a thousand-franc note to keep you from
+blowing your brains out, you would find it here, for we haven't yet
+done any business of that sort, eh, Paul? If you had to fight
+to-morrow, I would measure the ground and load the pistols, so that
+you might be killed according to rule. In short, if anybody besides
+myself took it into his head to say ill of you in your absence, he
+would have to deal with the somewhat nasty gentleman who walks in my
+shoes--there's what I call a friendship beyond question. Well, my good
+fellow, if you should ever have need of discretion, understand that
+there are two sorts of discretion--the active and the negative.
+Negative discretion is that of fools who make use of silence,
+negation, an air of refusal, the discretion of locked doors--mere
+impotence! Active discretion proceeds by affirmation. Suppose at the
+club this evening I were to say: 'Upon my word of honor the golden-
+eyed was not worth all she cost me!' Everybody would exclaim when I
+was gone: 'Did you hear that fop De Marsay, who tried to make us
+believe that he has already had the girl of the golden eyes? It's his
+way of trying to disembarrass himself of his rivals: he's no
+simpleton.' But such a ruse is vulgar and dangerous. However gross a
+folly one utters, there are always idiots to be found who will believe
+it. The best form of discretion is that of women when they want to
+take the change out of their husbands. It consists in compromising a
+woman with whom we are not concerned, or whom we do not love, in order
+to save the honor of the one whom we love well enough to respect. It
+is what is called the /woman-screen/. . . . Ah! here is Laurent. What
+have you got for us?"
+
+"Some Ostend oysters, Monsieur le Comte."
+
+"You will know some day, Paul, how amusing it is to make a fool of the
+world by depriving it of the secret of one's affections. I derive an
+immense pleasure in escaping from the stupid jurisdiction of the
+crowd, which knows neither what it wants, nor what one wants of it,
+which takes the means for the end, and by turns curses and adores,
+elevates and destroys! What a delight to impose emotions on it and
+receive none from it, to tame it, never to obey it. If one may ever be
+proud of anything, is it not a self-acquired power, of which one is at
+once the cause and effect, the principle and the result? Well, no man
+knows what I love, nor what I wish. Perhaps what I have loved, or what
+I may have wished will be known, as a drama which is accomplished is
+known; but to let my game be seen--weakness, mistake! I know nothing
+more despicable than strength outwitted by cunning. Can I initiate
+myself with a laugh into the ambassador's part, if indeed diplomacy is
+as difficult as life? I doubt it. Have you any ambition? Would you
+like to become something?"
+
+"But, Henri, you are laughing at me--as though I were not sufficiently
+mediocre to arrive at anything."
+
+"Good Paul! If you go on laughing at yourself, you will soon be able
+to laugh at everybody else."
+
+At breakfast, by the time he had started his cigars, De Marsay began
+to see the events of the night in a singular light. Like many men of
+great intelligence, his perspicuity was not spontaneous, as it did not
+at once penetrate to the heart of things. As with all natures endowed
+with the faculty of living greatly in the present, of extracting, so
+to speak, the essence of it and assimilating it, his second-sight had
+need of a sort of slumber before it could identify itself with causes.
+Cardinal de Richelieu was so constituted, and it did not debar in him
+the gift of foresight necessary to the conception of great designs.
+
+De Marsay's conditions were alike, but at first he only used his
+weapons for the benefit of his pleasures, and only became one of the
+most profound politicians of his day when he had saturated himself
+with those pleasures to which a young man's thoughts--when he has
+money and power--are primarily directed. Man hardens himself thus: he
+uses woman in order that she may not make use of him.
+
+At this moment, then, De Marsay perceived that he had been fooled by
+the girl of the golden eyes, seeing, as he did, in perspective, all
+that night of which the delights had been poured upon him by degrees
+until they had ended by flooding him in torrents. He could read, at
+last, that page in effect so brilliant, divine its hidden meaning. The
+purely physical innocence of Paquita, the bewilderment of her joy,
+certain words, obscure at first, but now clear, which had escaped her
+in the midst of that joy, all proved to him that he had posed for
+another person. As no social corruption was unknown to him, as he
+professed a complete indifference towards all perversities, and
+believed them to be justified on the simple ground that they were
+capable of satisfaction, he was not startled at vice, he knew it as
+one knows a friend, but he was wounded at having served as sustenance
+for it. If his presumption was right, he had been outraged in the most
+sensitive part of him. The mere suspicion filled him with fury, he
+broke out with the roar of a tiger who has been the sport of a deer,
+the cry of a tiger which united a brute's strength with the
+intelligence of the demon.
+
+"I say, what is the matter with you?" asked Paul.
+
+"Nothing!"
+
+"I should be sorry, if you were to be asked whether you had anything
+against me and were to reply with a /nothing/ like that! It would be a
+sure case of fighting the next day."
+
+"I fight no more duels," said De Marsay.
+
+"That seems to me even more tragical. Do you assassinate, then?"
+
+"You travesty words. I execute."
+
+"My dear friend," said Paul, "your jokes are of a very sombre color
+this morning."
+
+"What would you have? Pleasure ends in cruelty. Why? I don't know, and
+am not sufficiently curious to try and find out. . . . These cigars
+are excellent. Give your friend some tea. Do you know, Paul, I live a
+brute's life? It should be time to choose oneself a destiny, to employ
+one's powers on something which makes life worth living. Life is a
+singular comedy. I am frightened, I laugh at the inconsequence of our
+social order. The Government cuts off the heads of poor devils who may
+have killed a man and licenses creatures who despatch, medically
+speaking, a dozen young folks in a season. Morality is powerless
+against a dozen vices which destroy society and which nothing can
+punish.--Another cup!--Upon my word of honor! man is a jester dancing
+upon a precipice. They talk to us about the immorality of the
+/Liaisons Dangereuses/, and any other book you like with a vulgar
+reputation; but there exists a book, horrible, filthy, fearful,
+corrupting, which is always open and will never be shut, the great
+book of the world; not to mention another book, a thousand times more
+dangerous, which is composed of all that men whisper into each other's
+ears, or women murmur behind their fans, of an evening in society."
+
+"Henri, there is certainly something extraordinary the matter with
+you; that is obvious in spite of your active discretion."
+
+"Yes! . . . Come, I must kill the time until this evening. Let's to
+the tables. . . . Perhaps I shall have the good luck to lose."
+
+De Marsay rose, took a handful of banknotes and folded them into his
+cigar-case, dressed himself, and took advantage of Paul's carriage to
+repair to the Salon des Etrangers, where until dinner he consumed the
+time in those exciting alternations of loss and gain which are the
+last resource of powerful organizations when they are compelled to
+exercise themselves in the void. In the evening he repaired to the
+trysting-place and submitted complacently to having his eyes bandaged.
+Then, with that firm will which only really strong men have the
+faculty of concentrating, he devoted his attention and applied his
+intelligence to the task of divining through what streets the carriage
+passed. He had a sort of certitude of being taken to the Rue Saint-
+Lazare, and being brought to a halt at the little gate in the garden
+of the Hotel San-Real. When he passed, as on the first occasion,
+through this gate, and was put in a litter, carried, doubtless by the
+mulatto and the coachman, he understood, as he heard the gravel grate
+beneath their feet, why they took such minute precautions. He would
+have been able, had he been free, or if he had walked, to pluck a twig
+of laurel, to observe the nature of the soil which clung to his boots;
+whereas, transported, so to speak, ethereally into an inaccessible
+mansion, his good fortune must remain what it had been hitherto, a
+dream. But it is man's despair that all his work, whether for good or
+evil, is imperfect. All his labors, physical or intellectual, are
+sealed with the mark of destruction. There had been a gentle rain, the
+earth was moist. At night-time certain vegetable perfumes are far
+stronger than during the day; Henri could smell, therefore, the scent
+of the mignonette which lined the avenue along which he was conveyed.
+This indication was enough to light him in the researches which he
+promised himself to make in order to recognize the hotel which
+contained Paquita's boudoir. He studied in the same way the turnings
+which his bearers took within the house, and believed himself able to
+recall them.
+
+As on the previous night, he found himself on the ottoman before
+Paquita, who was undoing his bandage; but he saw her pale and altered.
+She had wept. On her knees like an angel in prayer, but like an angel
+profoundly sad and melancholy, the poor girl no longer resembled the
+curious, impatient, and impetuous creature who had carried De Marsay
+on her wings to transport him to the seventh heaven of love. There was
+something so true in this despair veiled by pleasure, that the
+terrible De Marsay felt within him an admiration for this new
+masterpiece of nature, and forgot, for the moment, the chief interest
+of his assignation.
+
+"What is the matter with thee, my Paquita?"
+
+"My friend," she said, "carry me away this very night. Bear me to some
+place where no one can answer: 'There is a girl with a golden gaze
+here, who has long hair.' Yonder I will give thee as many pleasures as
+thou wouldst have of me. Then when you love me no longer, you shall
+leave me, I shall not complain, I shall say nothing; and your
+desertion need cause you no remorse, for one day passed with you, only
+one day, in which I have had you before my eyes, will be worth all my
+life to me. But if I stay here, I am lost."
+
+"I cannot leave Paris, little one!" replied Henri. "I do not belong to
+myself, I am bound by a vow to the fortune of several persons who
+stand to me, as I do to them. But I can place you in a refuge in
+Paris, where no human power can reach you."
+
+"No," she said, "you forget the power of woman."
+
+Never did phrase uttered by human voice express terror more
+absolutely.
+
+"What could reach you, then, if I put myself between you and the
+world?"
+
+"Poison!" she said. "Dona Concha suspects you already . . . and," she
+resumed, letting the tears fall and glisten on her cheeks, "it is easy
+enough to see I am no longer the same. Well, if you abandon me to the
+fury of the monster who will destroy me, your holy will be done! But
+come, let there be all the pleasures of life in our love. Besides, I
+will implore, I will weep and cry out and defend myself; perhaps I
+shall be saved."
+
+"Whom will your implore?" he asked.
+
+"Silence!" said Paquita. "If I obtain mercy it will perhaps be on
+account of my discretion."
+
+"Give me my robe," said Henri, insidiously.
+
+"No, no!" she answered quickly, "be what you are, one of those angels
+whom I have been taught to hate, and in whom I only saw ogres, whilst
+you are what is fairest under the skies," she said, caressing Henri's
+hair. "You do not know how silly I am. I have learned nothing. Since I
+was twelve years old I have been shut up without ever seeing any one.
+I can neither read nor write, I can only speak English and Spanish."
+
+"How is it, then, that you receive letters from London?"
+
+"My letters? . . . See, here they are!" she said, proceeding to take
+some papers out of a tall Japanese vase.
+
+She offered De Marsay some letters, in which the young man saw, with
+surprise, strange figures, similar to those of a rebus, traced in
+blood, and illustrating phrases full of passion.
+
+"But," he cried, marveling at these hieroglyphics created by the
+alertness of jealousy, "you are in the power of an infernal genius?"
+
+"Infernal," she repeated.
+
+"But how, then, were you able to get out?"
+
+"Ah!" she said, "that was my ruin. I drove Dona Concha to choose
+between the fear of immediate death and anger to be. I had the
+curiosity of a demon, I wished to break the bronze circle which they
+had described between creation and me, I wished to see what young
+people were like, for I knew nothing of man except the Marquis and
+Cristemio. Our coachman and the lackey who accompanies us are old
+men. . . ."
+
+"But you were not always thus shut up? Your health . . . ?"
+
+"Ah," she answered, "we used to walk, but it was at night and in the
+country, by the side of the Seine, away from people."
+
+"Are you not proud of being loved like that?"
+
+"No," she said, "no longer. However full it be, this hidden life is
+but darkness in comparison with the light."
+
+"What do you call the light?"
+
+"Thee, my lovely Adolphe! Thee, for whom I would give my life. All the
+passionate things that have been told me, and that I have inspired, I
+feel for thee! For a certain time I understood nothing of existence,
+but now I know what love is, and hitherto I have been the loved one
+only; for myself, I did not love. I would give up everything for you,
+take me away. If you like, take me as a toy, but let me be near you
+until you break me."
+
+"You will have no regrets?"
+
+"Not one"! she said, letting him read her eyes, whose golden tint was
+pure and clear.
+
+"Am I the favored one?" said Henri to himself. If he suspected the
+truth, he was ready at that time to pardon the offence in view of a
+love so single minded. "I shall soon see," he thought.
+
+If Paquita owed him no account of the past, yet the least recollection
+of it became in his eyes a crime. He had therefore the sombre strength
+to withhold a portion of his thought, to study her, even while
+abandoning himself to the most enticing pleasures that ever peri
+descended from the skies had devised for her beloved.
+
+Paquita seemed to have been created for love by a particular effort of
+nature. In a night her feminine genius had made the most rapid
+progress. Whatever might be the power of this young man, and his
+indifference in the matter of pleasures, in spite of his satiety of
+the previous night, he found in the girl with the golden eyes that
+seraglio which a loving woman knows how to create and which a man
+never refuses. Paquita responded to that passion which is felt by all
+really great men for the infinite--that mysterious passion so
+dramatically expressed in Faust, so poetically translated in Manfred,
+and which urged Don Juan to search the heart of women, in his hope to
+find there that limitless thought in pursuit of which so many hunters
+after spectres have started, which wise men think to discover in
+science, and which mystics find in God alone. The hope of possessing
+at last the ideal being with whom the struggle could be constant and
+tireless ravished De Marsay, who, for the first time for long, opened
+his heart. His nerves expanded, his coldness was dissipated in the
+atmosphere of that ardent soul, his hard and fast theories melted
+away, and happiness colored his existence to the tint of the rose and
+white boudoir. Experiencing the sting of a higher pleasure, he was
+carried beyond the limits within which he had hitherto confined
+passion. He would not be surpassed by this girl, whom a somewhat
+artificial love had formed all ready for the needs of his soul, and
+then he found in that vanity which urges a man to be in all things a
+victor, strength enough to tame the girl; but, at the same time, urged
+beyond that line where the soul is mistress over herself, he lost
+himself in these delicious limboes, which the vulgar call so foolishly
+"the imaginary regions." He was tender, kind, and confidential. He
+affected Paquita almost to madness.
+
+"Why should we not go to Sorrento, to Nice, to Chiavari, and pass all
+our life so? Will you?" he asked of Paquita, in a penetrating voice.
+
+"Was there need to say to me: 'Will you'?" she cried. "Have I a will?
+I am nothing apart from you, except in so far as I am a pleasure for
+you. If you would choose a retreat worthy of us, Asia is the only
+country where love can unfold his wings. . . ."
+
+"You are right," answered Henri. "Let us go to the Indies, there where
+spring is eternal, where the earth grows only flowers, where man can
+display the magnificence of kings and none shall say him nay, as in
+the foolish lands where they would realize the dull chimera of
+equality. Let us go to the country where one lives in the midst of a
+nation of slaves, where the sun shines ever on a palace which is
+always white, where the air sheds perfumes, the birds sing of love and
+where, when one can love no more, one dies. . . ."
+
+"And where one dies together!" said Paquita. "But do not let us start
+to-morrow, let us start this moment . . . take Cristemio."
+
+"Faith! pleasure is the fairest climax of life. Let us go to Asia; but
+to start, my child, one needs much gold, and to have gold one must set
+one's affairs in order."
+
+She understood no part of these ideas.
+
+"Gold! There is a pile of it here--as high as that," she said holding
+up her hand.
+
+"It is not mine."
+
+"What does that matter?" she went on; "if we have need of it let us
+take it."
+
+"It does not belong to you."
+
+"Belong!" she repeated. "Have you not taken me? When we have taken it,
+it will belong to us."
+
+He gave a laugh.
+
+"Poor innocent! You know nothing of the world."
+
+"Nay, but this is what I know," she cried, clasping Henri to her.
+
+At the very moment when De Marsay was forgetting all, and conceiving
+the desire to appropriate this creature forever, he received in the
+midst of his joy a dagger-thrust, which Paquita, who had lifted him
+vigorously in the air, as though to contemplate him, exclaimed: "Oh,
+Margarita!"
+
+"Margarita!" cried the young man, with a roar; "now I know all that I
+still tried to disbelieve."
+
+He leaped upon the cabinet in which the long poniard was kept. Happily
+for Paquita and for himself, the cupboard was shut. His fury waxed at
+this impediment, but he recovered his tranquillity, went and found his
+cravat, and advanced towards her with an air of such ferocious meaning
+that, without knowing of what crime she had been guilty, Paquita
+understood, none the less, that her life was in question. With one
+bound she rushed to the other end of the room to escape the fatal knot
+which De Marsay tried to pass round her neck. There was a struggle. On
+either side there was an equality of strength, agility, and
+suppleness. To end the combat Paquita threw between the legs of her
+lover a cushion which made him fall, and profited by the respite which
+this advantage gave to her, to push the button of the spring which
+caused the bell to ring. Promptly the mulatto arrived. In a second
+Cristemio leaped on De Marsay and held him down with one foot on his
+chest, his heel turned towards the throat. De Marsay realized that, if
+he struggled, at a single sign from Paquita he would be instantly
+crushed.
+
+"Why did you want to kill me, my beloved?" she said. De Marsay made no
+reply.
+
+"In what have I angered you?" she asked. "Speak, let us understand
+each other."
+
+Henri maintained the phlegmatic attitude of a strong man who feels
+himself vanquished; his countenance, cold, silent, entirely English,
+revealed the consciousness of his dignity in a momentary resignation.
+Moreover, he had already thought, in spite of the vehemence of his
+anger, that it was scarcely prudent to compromise himself with the law
+by killing this girl on the spur of the moment, before he had arranged
+the murder in such a manner as should insure his impunity.
+
+"My beloved," went on Paquita, "speak to me; do not leave me without
+one loving farewell! I would not keep in my heart the terror which you
+have just inspired in it. . . . Will you speak?" she said, stamping
+her foot with anger.
+
+De Marsay, for all reply, gave her a glance, which signified so
+plainly, "/You must die!/" that Paquita threw herself upon him.
+
+"Ah, well, you want to kill me! . . . If my death can give you any
+pleasure--kill me!"
+
+She made a sign to Cristemio, who withdrew his foot from the body of
+the young man, and retired without letting his face show that he had
+formed any opinion, good or bad, with regard to Paquita.
+
+"That is a man," said De Marsay, pointing to the mulatto, with a
+sombre gesture. "There is no devotion like the devotion which obeys in
+friendship, and does not stop to weigh motives. In that man you
+possess a true friend."
+
+"I will give him you, if you like," she answered; "he will serve you
+with the same devotion that he has for me, if I so instruct him."
+
+She waited for a word of recognition, and went on with an accent
+replete with tenderness:
+
+"Adolphe, give me then one kind word! . . . It is nearly day."
+
+Henri did not answer. The young man had one sorry quality, for one
+considers as something great everything which resembles strength, and
+often men invent extravagances. Henri knew not how to pardon. That
+/returning upon itself/ which is one of the soul's graces, was a non-
+existent sense for him. The ferocity of the Northern man, with which
+the English blood is deeply tainted, had been transmitted to him by
+his father. He was inexorable both in his good and evil impulses.
+Paquita's exclamation had been all the more horrible to him, in that
+it had dethroned him from the sweetest triumph which had ever
+flattered his man's vanity. Hope, love, and every emotion had been
+exalted with him, all had lit up within his heart and his
+intelligence, then these torches illuminating his life had been
+extinguished by a cold wind. Paquita, in her stupefaction of grief,
+had only strength enough to give the signal for departure.
+
+"What is the use of that!" she said, throwing away the bandage. "If he
+does not love me, if he hates me, it is all over."
+
+She waited for one look, did not obtain it, and fell, half dead. The
+mulatto cast a glance at Henri, so horribly significant, that, for the
+first time in his life, the young man, to whom no one denied the gift
+of rare courage, trembled. "/If you do not love her well, if you give
+her the least pain, I will kill you/." such was the sense of that
+brief gaze. De Marsay was escorted, with a care almost obsequious,
+along the dimly lit corridor, at the end of which he issued by a
+secret door into the garden of the Hotel San-Real. The mulatto made
+him walk cautiously through an avenue of lime trees, which led to a
+little gate opening upon a street which was at that hour deserted. De
+Marsay took a keen notice of everything. The carriage awaited him.
+This time the mulatto did not accompany him, and at the moment when
+Henri put his head out of the window to look once more at the gardens
+of the hotel, he encountered the white eyes of Cristemio, with whom he
+exchanged a glance. On either side there was a provocation, a
+challenge, the declaration of a savage war, of a duel in which
+ordinary laws were invalid, where treason and treachery were admitted
+means. Cristemio knew that Henri had sworn Paquita's death. Henri knew
+that Cristemio would like to kill him before he killed Paquita. Both
+understood each other to perfection.
+
+"The adventure is growing complicated in a most interesting way," said
+Henri.
+
+"Where is the gentleman going to?" asked the coachman.
+
+De Marsay was driven to the house of Paul de Manerville. For more than
+a week Henri was away from home, and no one could discover either what
+he did during this period, nor where he stayed. This retreat saved him
+from the fury of the mulatto and caused the ruin of the charming
+creature who had placed all her hope in him whom she loved as never
+human heart had loved on this earth before. On the last day of the
+week, about eleven o'clock at night, Henri drove up in a carriage to
+the little gate in the garden of the Hotel San-Real. Four men
+accompanied him. The driver was evidently one of his friends, for he
+stood up on his box, like a man who was to listen, an attentive
+sentinel, for the least sound. One of the other three took his stand
+outside the gate in the street; the second waited in the garden,
+leaning against the wall; the last, who carried in his hand a bunch of
+keys, accompanied De Marsay.
+
+"Henri," said his companion to him, "we are betrayed."
+
+"By whom, my good Ferragus?"
+
+"They are not all asleep," replied the chief of the Devourers; "it is
+absolutely certain that some one in the house has neither eaten nor
+drunk. . . . Look! see that light!"
+
+"We have a plan of the house; from where does it come?"
+
+"I need no plan to know," replied Ferragus; "it comes from the room of
+the Marquise."
+
+"Ah," cried De Marsay, "no doubt she arrived from London to-day. The
+woman has robbed me even of my revenge! But if she has anticipated me,
+my good Gratien, we will give her up to the law."
+
+"Listen, listen! . . . The thing is settled," said Ferragus to Henri.
+
+The two friends listened intently, and heard some feeble cries which
+might have aroused pity in the breast of a tiger.
+
+"Your marquise did not think the sound would escape by the chimney,"
+said the chief of the Devourers, with the laugh of a critic, enchanted
+to detect a fault in a work of merit.
+
+"We alone, we know how to provide for every contingency," said Henri.
+"Wait for me. I want to see what is going on upstairs--I want to know
+how their domestic quarrels are managed. By God! I believe she is
+roasting her at a slow fire."
+
+De Marsay lightly scaled the stairs, with which he was familiar, and
+recognized the passage leading to the boudoir. When he opened the door
+he experienced the involuntary shudder which the sight of bloodshed
+gives to the most determined of men. The spectacle which was offered
+to his view was, moreover, in more than one respect astonishing to
+him. The Marquise was a woman; she had calculated her vengeance with
+that perfection of perfidy which distinguishes the weaker animals. She
+had dissimulated her anger in order to assure herself of the crime
+before she punished it.
+
+"Too late, my beloved!" said Paquita, in her death agony, casting her
+pale eyes upon De Marsay.
+
+The girl of the golden eyes expired in a bath of blood. The great
+illumination of candles, a delicate perfume which was perceptible, a
+certain disorder, in which the eye of a man accustomed to amorous
+adventures could not but discern the madness which is common to all
+the passions, revealed how cunningly the Marquise had interrogated the
+guilty one. The white room, where the blood showed so well, betrayed a
+long struggle. The prints of Paquita's hands were on the cushions.
+Here she had clung to her life, here she had defended herself, here
+she had been struck. Long strips of the tapestry had been torn down by
+her bleeding hands, which, without a doubt, had struggled long.
+Paquita must have tried to reach the window; her bare feet had left
+their imprints on the edge of the divan, along which she must have
+run. Her body, mutilated by the dagger-thrusts of her executioner,
+told of the fury with which she had disputed a life which Henri had
+made precious to her. She lay stretched on the floor, and in her
+death-throes had bitten the ankles of Madame de San-Real, who still
+held in her hand her dagger, dripping blood. The hair of the Marquise
+had been torn out, she was covered with bites, many of which were
+bleeding, and her torn dress revealed her in a state of semi-nudity,
+with the scratches on her breasts. She was sublime so. Her head, eager
+and maddened, exhaled the odor of blood. Her panting mouth was open,
+and her nostrils were not sufficient for her breath. There are certain
+animals who fall upon their enemy in their rage, do it to death, and
+seem in the tranquillity of victory to have forgotten it. There are
+others who prowl around their victim, who guard it in fear lest it
+should be taken away from them, and who, like the Achilles of Homer,
+drag their enemy by the feet nine times round the walls of Troy. The
+Marquise was like that. She did not see Henri. In the first place, she
+was too secure of her solitude to be afraid of witnesses; and,
+secondly, she was too intoxicated with warm blood, too excited with
+the fray, too exalted, to take notice of the whole of Paris, if Paris
+had formed a circle round her. A thunderbolt would not have disturbed
+her. She had not even heard Paquita's last sigh, and believed that the
+dead girl could still hear her.
+
+"Die without confessing!" she said. "Go down to hell, monster of
+ingratitude; belong to no one but the fiend. For the blood you gave
+him you owe me all your own! Die, die, suffer a thousand deaths! I
+have been too kind--I was only a moment killing you. I should have
+made you experience all the tortures that you have bequeathed to me. I
+--I shall live! I shall live in misery. I have no one left to love but
+God!"
+
+She gazed at her.
+
+"She is dead!" she said to herself, after a pause, in a violent
+reaction. "Dead! Oh, I shall die of grief!"
+
+The Marquise was throwing herself upon the divan, stricken with a
+despair which deprived her of speech, when this movement brought her
+in view of Henri de Marsay.
+
+"Who are you?" she asked, rushing at him with her dagger raised.
+
+Henri caught her arm, and thus they could contemplate each other face
+to face. A horrible surprise froze the blood in their veins, and their
+limbs quivered like those of frightened horses. In effect, the two
+Menoechmi had not been more alike. With one accord they uttered the
+same phrase:
+
+"Lord Dudley must have been your father!"
+
+The head of each was drooped in affirmation.
+
+"She was true to the blood," said Henri, pointing to Paquita.
+
+"She was as little guilty as it is possible to be," replied Margarita
+Euphemia Porraberil, and she threw herself upon the body of Paquita,
+giving vent to a cry of despair. "Poor child! Oh, if I could bring
+thee to life again! I was wrong--forgive me, Paquita! Dead! and I
+live! I--I am the most unhappy."
+
+At that moment the horrible face of the mother of Paquita appeared.
+
+"You are come to tell me that you never sold her to me to kill," cried
+the Marquise. "I know why you have left your lair. I will pay you
+twice over. Hold your peace."
+
+She took a bag of gold from the ebony cabinet, and threw it
+contemptuously at the old woman's feet. The chink of the gold was
+potent enough to excite a smile on the Georgian's impassive face.
+
+"I come at the right moment for you, my sister," said Henri. "The law
+will ask of you----"
+
+"Nothing," replied the Marquise. "One person alone might ask for a
+reckoning for the death of this girl. Cristemio is dead."
+
+"And the mother," said Henri, pointing to the old woman. "Will you not
+always be in her power?"
+
+"She comes from a country where women are not beings, but things--
+chattels, with which one does as one wills, which one buys, sells, and
+slays; in short, which one uses for one's caprices as you, here, use a
+piece of furniture. Besides, she has one passion which dominates all
+the others, and which would have stifled her maternal love, even if
+she had loved her daughter, a passion----"
+
+"What?" Henri asked quickly, interrupting his sister.
+
+"Play! God keep you from it," answered the Marquise.
+
+"But whom have you," said Henri, looking at the girl of the golden
+eyes, "who will help you to remove the traces of this fantasy which
+the law would not overlook?"
+
+"I have her mother," replied the Marquise, designating the Georgian,
+to whom she made a sign to remain.
+
+"We shall meet again," said Henri, who was thinking anxiously of his
+friends and felt that it was time to leave.
+
+"No, brother," she said, "we shall not meet again. I am going back to
+Spain to enter the Convent of /los Dolores/."
+
+"You are too young yet, too lovely," said Henri, taking her in his
+arms and giving her a kiss.
+
+"Good-bye," she said; "there is no consolation when you have lost that
+which has seemed to you the infinite."
+
+A week later Paul de Manerville met De Marsay in the Tuileries, on the
+Terrasse de Feuillants.
+
+"Well, what has become of our beautiful girl of the golden eyes, you
+rascal?"
+
+"She is dead."
+
+"What of?"
+
+"Consumption."
+
+
+
+PARIS, March 1834-April 1835.
+
+
+
+
+ADDENDUM
+
+  The Girl with the Golden Eyes is the third part of the trilogy. Part
+  one is entitled Ferragus and part two is The Duchesse de Langeais.
+  The three stories are frequently combined under the title The
+  Thirteen.
+
+The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy.
+
+Bourignard, Gratien-Henri-Victor-Jean-Joseph
+  Ferragus
+
+Dudley, Lord
+  The Lily of the Valley
+  A Man of Business
+  Another Study of Woman
+  A Daughter of Eve
+
+Manerville, Paul Francois-Joseph, Comte de
+  The Ball at Sceaux
+  Lost Illusions
+  A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
+  A Marriage Settlement
+
+Marsay, Henri de
+  Ferragus
+  The Duchesse of Langeais
+  The Unconscious Humorists
+  Another Study of Woman
+  The Lily of the Valley
+  Father Goriot
+  Jealousies of a Country Town
+  Ursule Mirouet
+  A Marriage Settlement
+  Lost Illusions
+  A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
+  Letters of Two Brides
+  The Ball at Sceaux
+  Modeste Mignon
+  The Secrets of a Princess
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  A Daughter of Eve
+
+Ronquerolles, Marquis de
+  The Imaginary Mistress
+  The Peasantry
+  Ursule Mirouet
+  A Woman of Thirty
+  Another Study of Woman
+  Ferragus
+  The Duchesse of Langeais
+  The Member for Arcis
+
+
+
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