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I　gave　her　my　arm；　and　we　passed　through　the　courtyard　with　slow　and

measured　steps；　as　though　our　rhythmic　movement　were　consoling　to　us。

When　we　reached　the　grove　of　trees　which　forms　a　corner　of　the

boundary　she　stopped。



〃Farewell；　my　friend；〃　she　said；　throwing　her　head　upon　my　breast　and

her　arms　around　my　neck；　〃Farewell；　we　shall　never　meet　again。　God　has

given　me　the　sad　power　to　look　into　the　future。　Do　you　remember　the

terror　that　seized　me　the　day　you　first　came　back；　so　young；　so

handsome！　and　I　saw　you　turn　your　back　on　me　as　you　do　this　day　when

you　are　leaving　Clochegourde　and　going　to　Saint…Cyr？　Well；　once　again；

during　the　past　night　I　have　seen　into　the　future。　Friend；　we　are

speaking　together　for　the　last　time。　I　can　hardly　now　say　a　few　words

to　you；　for　it　is　but　a　part　of　me　that　speaks　at　all。　Death　has

already　seized　on　something　in　me。　You　have　taken　the　mother　from　her

children；　I　now　ask　you　to　take　her　place　to　them。　You　can；　Jacques

and　Madeleine　love　youas　if　you　had　always　made　them　suffer。〃



〃Death！〃　I　cried；　frightened　as　I　looked　at　her　and　beheld　the　fire　of

her　shining　eyes；　of　which　I　can　give　no　idea　to　those　who　have　never

known　their　dear　ones　struck　down　by　her　fatal　malady；　unless　I

compare　those　eyes　to　balls　of　burnished　silver。　〃Die！〃　I　said。

〃Henriette；　I　command　you　to　live。　You　used　to　ask　an　oath　of　me；　I

now　ask　one　of　you。　Swear　to　me　that　you　will　send　for　Origet　and　obey

him　in　everything。〃



〃Would　you　oppose　the　mercy　of　God？〃　she　said；　interrupting　me　with　a

cry　of　despair　at　being　thus　misunderstood。



〃You　do　not　love　me　enough　to　obey　me　blindly；　as　that　miserable　Lady

Dudley　does？〃



〃Yes；　yes；　I　will　do　all　you　ask；〃　she　cried；　goaded　by　jealousy。



〃Then　I　stay；〃　I　said；　kissing　her　on　the　eyelids。



Frightened　at　the　words；　she　escaped　from　my　arms　and　leaned　against　a

tree；　then　she　turned　and　walked　rapidly　homeward　without　looking

back。　But　I　followed　her；　she　was　weeping　and　praying。　When　we　reached

the　lawn　I　took　her　hand　and　kissed　it　respectfully。　This　submission

touched　her。



〃I　am　yoursforever；　and　as　you　will；〃　I　said；　〃for　I　love　you　as

your　aunt　loved　you。〃




She　trembled　and　wrung　my　hand。



〃One　look；〃　I　said；　〃one　more；　one　last　of　our　old　looks！　The　woman

who　gives　herself　wholly；〃　I　cried；　my　soul　illumined　by　the　glance

she　gave　me；　〃gives　less　of　life　and　soul　than　I　have　now　received。

Henriette；　thou　art　my　best…belovedmy　only　love。〃



〃I　shall　live！〃　she　said；　〃but　cure　yourself　as　well。〃



That　look　had　effaced　the　memory　of　Arabella's　sarcasms。　Thus　I　was

the　plaything　of　the　two　irreconcilable　passions　I　have　now　described

to　you；　I　was　influenced　by　each　alternately。　I　loved　an　angel　and　a

demon；　two　women　equally　beautiful；one　adorned　with　all　the　virtues

which　we　decry　through　hatred　of　our　own　imperfections；　the　other　with

all　the　vices　which　we　deify　through　selfishness。　Returning　along　that

avenue；　looking　back　again　and　again　at　Madame　de　Mortsauf；　as　she

leaned　against　a　tree　surrounded　by　her　children　who　waved　their

handkerchiefs；　I　detected　in　my　soul　an　emotion　of　pride　in　finding

myself　the　arbiter　of　two　such　destinies；　the　glory；　in　ways　so

different；　of　women　so　distinguished；　proud　of　inspiring　such　great

passions　that　death　must　come　to　whichever　I　abandoned。　Ah！　believe

me；　that　passing　conceit　has　been　doubly　punished！



I　know　not　what　demon　prompted　me　to　remain　with　Arabella　and　await

the　moment　when　the　death　of　the　count　might　give　me　Henriette；　for

she　would　ever　love　me。　Her　harshness；　her　tears；　her　remorse；　her

Christian　resignation；　were　so　many　eloquent　signs　of　a　sentiment　that

could　no　more　be　effaced　from　her　heart　than　from　mine。　Walking　slowly

down　that　pretty　avenue　and　making　these　reflections；　I　was　no　longer

twenty…five；　I　was　fifty　years　old。　A　man　passes　in　a　moment；　even

more　quickly　than　a　woman；　from　youth　to　middle　age。　Though　long　ago　I

drove　these　evil　thoughts　away　from　me；　I　was　then　possessed　by　them；

I　must　avow　it。　Perhaps　I　owed　their　presence　in　my　mind　to　the

Tuileries；　to　the　king's　cabinet。　Who　could　resist　the　polluting

spirit　of　Louis　XVIII。？



When　I　reached　the　end　of　the　avenue　I　turned　and　rushed　back　in　the

twinkling　of　an　eye；　seeing　that　Henriette　was　still　there；　and　alone！

I　went　to　bid　her　a　last　farewell；　bathed　in　repentant　tears；　the

cause　of　which　she　never　knew。　Tears　sincere　indeed；　given；　although　I

knew　it　not；　to　noble　loves　forever　lost；　to　virgin　emotionsthose

flowers　of　our　life　which　cannot　bloom　again。　Later；　a　man　gives

nothing；　he　receives；　he　loves　himself　in　his　mistress；　but　in　youth

he　loves　his　mistress　in　himself。　Later；　we　inoculate　with　our　tastes；

perhaps　our　vices；　the　woman　who　loves　us；　but　in　the　dawn　of　life　she

whom　we　love　conveys　to　us　her　virtues；　her　conscience。　She　invites　us

with　a　smile　to　the　noble　life；　from　her　we　learn　the　self…devotion

which　she　practises。　Woe　to　the　man　who　has　not　had　his　Henriette。　Woe

to　that　other　one　who　has　never　known　a　Lady　Dudley。　The　latter；　if　he

marries；　will　not　be　able　to　keep　his　wife；　the　other　will　be

abandoned　by　his　mistress。　But　joy　to　him　who　can　find　the　two　women

in　one　woman；　happy　the　man；　dear　Natalie；　whom　you　love。



After　my　return　to　Paris　Arabella　and　I　became　more　intimate　than

ever。　Soon　we　insensibly　abandoned　all　the　conventional　restrictions　I

had　carefully　imposed；　the　strict　observance　of　which　often　makes　the

world　forgive　the　false　position　in　which　Lady　Dudley　had　placed

herself。　Society；　which　delights　in　looking　behind　appearances；

sanctions　much　as　soon　as　it　knows　the　secrets　they　conceal。　Lovers

who　live　in　the　great　world　make　a　mistake　in　flinging　down　these

barriers　exacted　by　the　law　of　salons；　they　do　wrong　not　to　obey

scrupulously　all　conventions　which　the　manners　and　customs　of　a

community　impose；less　for　the　sake　of　others　than　for　their　own。

Outward　respect　to　be　maintained；　comedies　to　play；　concealments　to　be

managed；　all　such　strategy　of　love　occupies　the　life；　renews　desire；

and　protects　the　heart　against　the　palsy　of　habit。　But　all　young

passions；　being；　like　youth　itself；　essentially　spendthrift；　raze

their　forests　to　the　ground　instead　of　merely　cutting　the　timber。

Arabella　adopted　none　of　these　bourgeois　ideas；　and　yielded　to　them

only　to　please　me；　she　wished　to　exhibit　me　to　the　eyes　of　all　Paris

as　her　〃sposo。〃　She　employed　her　powers　of　seduction　to　keep　me　under

her　roof；　for　she　was　not　content　with　a　rumored　scandal　which；　for

want　of　proof；　was　only　whispered　behind　the　fans。　Seeing　her　so　happy

in　committing　an　imprudence　which　frankly　admitted　her　position；　how

could　I　help　believing　in　her　love？



But　no　sooner　was　I　plunged　into　the　comforts　of　illegal　marriage　than

despair　seized　upon　me；　I　saw　my　life　bound　to　a　course　in　direct

defiance　of　the　ideas　and　the　advice　given　me　by　Henriette。

Thenceforth　I　lived　in　the　sort　of　rage　we　find　in　consumptive

patients　who；　knowing　their　end　is　near；　cannot　endure　that　their

lungs　should　be　examined。　There　was　no　corner　in　my　heart　where　I

could　fly　to　escape　suffering；　an　avenging　spirit　filled　me

incessantly　with　thoughts　on　which　I　dared　not　dwell。　My　letters　to

Henriette　depicted　this　moral　malady　and　did　her　infinite　harm。　〃At

the　cost　of　so　many　treasures　lost；　I　wished　you　to　be　at　least

happy；〃　she　wrote　in　the　only　answer　I　received。　But　I　was　not　happy。

Dear　Natalie；　happiness　is　absolute；　it　allows　of　no　comparisons。　My

first　ardor　over；　I　necessarily　compared　the　two　women；a　contrast　I

had　never　yet　studied。　In　fact；　all　great　passions　press　so　strongly

on　the　character　that　at　first　they　check　its　asperities　and　cover　the

track　of　habits　which　constitute　our　defects　and　our　better　qualities。

But　later；　when　two　lovers　are　accustomed　to　each　other；　the　features

of　their　moral　physiognomies　reappear；　they　mutually　judge　each　other；

and　it　often　happens　during　this　reaction　of　the　character　after

passion；　that　natural　antipathies　leading　to　disunion　（which

superficial　people　seize　upon　to　accuse　the　human　heart　of

instability）　come　to　the　surface。　This　period　now　began　with　me。　Less

blinded　by　seductions；　and　dissecting；　as　it　were；　my　pleasure；　I

undertook；　without　perhaps　intending　to　do　so；　a　critical　examination

of　Lady　Dudley　which　resulted　to　her　injury。



In　the　first　place；　I　found　her　wanting　in　the　qualities　of　mind　which

distinguish　Frenchwomen　and　make　them　so　delightful　to　love；　as　all

those　who　have　had　the　opportunity　of　loving　in　both　countries

declare。　When　a　Frenchwoman　loves　she　is　metamorphosed；　her　noted

coquetry　is　used　to　deck　her　love；　she　abandons　her　dangerous　vanity

and　lays　no　claim　to　any　merit　but　that　of　loving　well。　She　espouses

the　interests；　the　hatreds；　the　friendships；　of　the　man　she　loves；　she

acquires　in　a　day　the　experience　of　a　man　of　business；　she　studies　the

code；　she　comprehends　the　mechanism　of　credit；　and　could　manage　a

banker's　office；　naturally　heedless　and　prodigal；　she　will　make　no

mistakes　and　waste　not　a　single　louis。　She　becomes；　in　turn；　mother；

adviser；　doctor；　giving　to　all　her　transformations　a　grace　of

happiness　which　reveals；　in　its　every　detail；　her　infinite　love。　She

combines　the　special　qualities　of　the　women　of　other　countries　and

gives　unity　to　the　mixture　by　her　wit；　that　truly　French　product；

which　enlivens；　sanctions；　justifies；　and　varies　all；　thus　relieving

the　monotony　of　a　sentiment　which　rests　on　a　single　tense　of　a　single

verb。　The　Frenchwoman　loves　always；　without　abatement　and　without

fatigue；　in　public　or　in　solitude。　In　public　she　uses　a　tone　which　has

meaning　for　one　only；　she　speaks　by　silence；　she　looks　at　you　with

lowered　eyelids。　If　the　occasion　prevents　both　speech　and　look　she

will　use　the　sand　and　write　a　word　with　the　point　of　her　lit