DEDICATION
ToLeonGozlanasaTokenofLiteraryGood-fellowship。
ANOTHERSTUDYOFWOMAN
AtParistherearealmostalwaystwoseparatepartiesgoingonateveryballandrout。First,anofficialparty,composedofthepersonsinvited,afashionableandmuch-boredcircle。Eachonegrimacesforhisneighbor’seye;mostoftheyoungerwomenarethereforonepersononly;wheneachwomanhasassuredherselfthatforthatonesheisthehandsomestwomanintheroom,andthattheopinionisperhapssharedbyafewothers,afewinsignificantphrasesareexchanged,as:"DoyouthinkofgoingawaysoontoLaCrampade?""HowwellMadamedePortendueresang!""Whoisthatlittlewomanwithsuchaloadofdiamonds?"Or,afterfiringoffsomesmartepigrams,whichgivetransientpleasure,andleavewoundsthatranklelong,thegroupsthinout,themerelookersongoaway,andthewaxlightsburndowntothesconces。
Themistressofthehousethenwaylaysafewartists,amusingpeopleorintimatefriends,saying,"Donotgoyet;wewillhaveasnuglittlesupper。"Thesecollectinsomesmallroom。Thesecond,therealparty,nowbegins;apartywhere,asofold,everyonecanhearwhatissaid,conversationisgeneral,eachoneisboundtobewittyandtocontributetotheamusementofall。Everythingismadetotell,honestlaughtertakestheplaceofthegloomwhichincompanysaddenstheprettiestfaces。Inshort,wheretheroutendspleasurebegins。
TheRout,acolddisplayofluxury,areviewofself-conceitsinfulldress,isoneofthoseEnglishinventionswhichtendto/mechanize/
othernations。Englandseemsbentonseeingthewholeworldasdullasitself,anddullinthesameway。Sothissecondpartyis,insomeFrenchhouses,ahappyprotestonthepartoftheoldspiritofourlight-heartedpeople。Only,unfortunately,sofewhousesprotest;andthereasonisasimpleone。Ifwenolongerhavemanysuppersnowadays,itisbecausenever,underanyrule,havetherebeenfewermenplaced,established,andsuccessfulthanunderthereignofLouisPhilippe,whentheRevolutionbeganagain,lawfully。Everybodyisonthemarchsomewhither,ortrottingattheheelsofFortune。Timehasbecomethecostliestcommodity,sonoonecanaffordthelavishextravaganceofgoinghometo-morrowmorningandgettinguplate。
Hence,thereisnosecondsoireenowbutatthehousesofwomenrichenoughtoentertain,andsinceJuly1830suchwomenmaybecountedinParis。
InspiteofthecovertoppositionoftheFaubourgSaint-Germain,twoorthreewomen,amongthemMadamed’EspardandMademoiselledesTouches,havenotchosentogiveuptheshareofinfluencetheyexercisedinParis,andhavenotclosedtheirhouses。
ThesalonofMademoiselledesTouchesisnotedinParisasbeingthelastrefugewheretheoldFrenchwithasfoundahome,withitsreserveddepths,itsmyriadsubtlebyways,anditsexquisitepoliteness。Youwilltherestillfindgraceofmannernotwithstandingtheconventionalitiesofcourtesy,perfectfreedomoftalknotwithstandingthereservewhichisnaturaltopersonsofbreeding,and,aboveall,aliberalflowofideas。Noonetherethinksofkeepinghisthoughtforaplay;andnooneregardsastoryasmaterialforabook。Inshort,thehideousskeletonofliteratureatbayneverstalksthere,ontheprowlforacleversallyoraninterestingsubject。
Thememoryofoneoftheseeveningsespeciallydwellswithme,lessbyreasonofaconfidenceinwhichtheillustriousdeMarsayopeneduponeofthedeepestrecessesofwoman’sheart,thanonaccountofthereflectionstowhichhisnarrativegaverise,astothechangesthathavetakenplaceintheFrenchwomansincethefatefulrevolutionofJuly。
Onthateveningchancehadbroughttogetherseveralpersons,whoseindisputablemeritshavewonthemEuropeanreputations。ThisisnotapieceofflatteryaddressedtoFrance,fortherewereagoodmanyforeignerspresent。And,indeed,themenwhomostshonewerenotthemostfamous。Ingeniousrepartee,acuteremarks,admirablebanter,picturessketchedwithbrilliantprecision,allsparkledandflowedwithoutelaboration,werepouredoutwithoutdisdain,butwithouteffort,andwereexquisitelyexpressedanddelicatelyappreciated。Themenoftheworldespeciallywereconspicuousfortheirreallyartisticgraceandspirit。
ElsewhereinEuropeyouwillfindelegantmanners,cordiality,genialfellowship,andknowledge;butonlyinParis,inthisdrawing-room,andthosetowhichIhavealluded,doestheparticularwitaboundwhichgivesanagreeableandchangefulunitytoallthesesocialqualities,anindescribableriver-likeflowwhichmakesthisprofusionofideas,ofdefinitions,ofanecdotes,ofhistoricalincidents,meanderwithease。Paris,thecapitaloftaste,alonepossessesthesciencewhichmakesconversationatourneyinwhicheachtypeofwitiscondensedintoashaft,eachspeakeruttershisphraseandcastshisexperienceinaword,inwhicheveryonefindsamusement,relaxation,andexercise。Here,then,alone,willyouexchangeideas;
hereyouneednot,likethedolphininthefable,carryamonkeyonyourshoulders;hereyouwillbeunderstood,andwillnotriskstakingyourgoldpiecesagainstbasemetal。
Here,again,secretsneatlybetrayed,andtalk,lightordeep,playandeddy,changingtheiraspectandhueateveryphrase。Eagercriticismandcrispanecdotesleadonfromonetothenext。Alleyesarelistening,agestureasksaquestion,andanexpressivelookgivestheanswer。Inshort,andinaword,everythingiswitandmind。
Thephenomenonofspeech,which,whendulystudiedandwellhandled,isthepoweroftheactorandthestory-teller,hadneversocompletelybewitchedme。NorwasIaloneundertheinfluenceofitsspell;weallspentadelightfulevening。Theconversationhaddriftedintoanecdote,andbroughtoutinitsrushingcoursesomecuriousconfessions,severalportraits,andathousandfollies,whichmakethisenchantingimprovisationimpossibletorecord;still,bysettingthesethingsdowninalltheirnaturalfreshnessandabruptness,theirelusivedivarications,youmayperhapsfeelthecharmofarealFrenchevening,takenatthemomentwhenthemostengagingfamiliaritymakeseachoneforgethisowninterests,hispersonalconceit,or,ifyoulike,hispretensions。
Atabouttwointhemorning,assupperended,noonewasleftsittingroundthetablebutintimatefriends,provedbyintercourseoffifteenyears,andsomepersonsofgreattasteandgoodbreeding,whoknewtheworld。Bytacitagreement,perfectlycarriedout,atsuppereveryonerenouncedhispretensionstoimportance。Perfectequalitysetthetone。Butindeedtherewasnoonepresentwhowasnotveryproudofbeinghimself。
MademoiselledesTouchesalwaysinsistsonherguestsremainingattabletilltheyleave,havingfrequentlyremarkedthechangewhichamoveproducesinthespiritofaparty。Betweenthedining-roomandthedrawing-roomthecharmisdestroyed。AccordingtoSterne,theideasofanauthoraftershavingaredifferentfromthosehehadbefore。IfSterneisright,mayitnotbeboldlyassertedthattheframeofmindofapartyattableisnotthesameasthatofthesamepersonsreturnedtothedrawing-room?Theatmosphereisnotheady,theeyenolongercontemplatesthebrilliantdisorderofthedessert,lostarethehappyeffectsofthatlaxnessofmood,thatbenevolencewhichcomesoveruswhileweremaininthehumorpeculiartothewell-filledman,settledcomfortablyononeofthespringychairswhicharemadeinthesedays。Perhapswearenotmorereadytotalkfacetofacewiththedessertandinthesocietyofgoodwine,duringthedelightfulintervalwheneveryonemaysitwithanelbowonthetableandhisheadrestingonhishand。Notonlydoeseveryoneliketotalkthen,butalsotolisten。Digestion,whichisalmostalwaysattent,isloquaciousorsilent,ascharactersdiffer。Theneveryonefindshisopportunity。
Wasnotthispreamblenecessarytomakeyouknowthecharmofthenarrative,bywhichacelebratedman,nowdead,depictedtheinnocentjesuistryofwomen,paintingitwiththesubtletypeculiartopersonswhohaveseenmuchoftheworld,andwhichmakesstatesmensuchdelightfulstorytellerswhen,likePrinceTalleyrandandPrinceMetternich,theyvouchsafetotellastory?
DeMarsay,primeministerforsomesixmonths,hadalreadygivenproofsofsuperiorcapabilities。Thosewhohadknownhimlongwerenotindeedsurprisedtoseehimdisplayallthetalentsandvariousaptitudesofastatesman;stillitmightyetbeaquestionwhetherhewouldprovetobeasolidpolitician,orhadmerelybeenmouldedinthefireofcircumstance。Thisquestionhadjustbeenaskedbyamanwhomhehadmadeaprefet,amanofwitandobservation,whohadforalongtimebeenajournalist,andwhoadmireddeMarsaywithoutinfusingintohisadmirationthatdashofacridcriticismbywhich,inParis,onesuperiormanexcuseshimselffromadmiringanother。
"Wasthereever,"saidhe,"inyourformerlife,anyevent,anythoughtorwishwhichtoldyouwhatyourvocationwas?"askedEmileBlondet;"forweall,likeNewton,haveourapple,whichfallsandleadsustothespotwhereourfacultiesdevelop————"
"Yes,"saiddeMarsay;"Iwilltellyouaboutit。"
Prettywomen,politicaldandies,artists,oldmen,deMarsay’sintimatefriends,——allsettledthemselvescomfortably,eachinhisfavoriteattitude,tolookattheMinister。Needitbesaidthattheservantshadleft,thatthedoorswereshut,andthecurtainsdrawnoverthem?Thesilencewassocompletethatthemurmursofthecoachmen’svoicescouldbeheardfromthecourtyard,andthepawingandchampingmadebyhorseswhenaskingtobetakenbacktotheirstable。
"Thestatesman,myfriends,existsbyonesinglequality,"saidtheMinister,playingwithhisgoldandmother-of-pearldessertknife。"Towit:thepowerofalwaysbeingmasterofhimself;ofprofitingmoreorless,underallcircumstances,byeveryevent,howeverfortuitous;inshort,ofhavingwithinhimselfacoldanddisinterestedotherself,wholooksonasaspectatoratallthechangesoflife,notingourpassionsandoursentiments,andwhisperingtousineverycasethejudgmentofasortofmoralready-reckoner。"
"ThatexplainswhyastatesmanissorareathinginFrance,"saidoldLordDudley。
"Fromasentimentalpointofview,thisishorrible,"theMinisterwenton。"Hence,whensuchaphenomenonisseeninayoungman——
Richelieu,who,whenwarnedovernightbyaletterofConcini’speril,slepttillmidday,whenhisbenefactorwaskilledatteno’clock——orsayPitt,orNapoleon,hewasamonster。Ibecamesuchamonsterataveryearlyage,thankstoawoman。"
"Ifancied,"saidMadamedeMontcornetwithasmile,"thatmorepoliticianswereundonebyusthanwecouldmake。"
"ThemonsterofwhichIspeakisamonsterjustbecausehewithstandsyou,"replieddeMarsay,withalittleironicalbow。
"Ifthisisalove-story,"theBaronnedeNucingeninterposed,"I
requestthatitmaynotbeinterruptedbyanyreflections。"
"Reflectionissoantipathetictoit!"criedJosephBridau。
"Iwasseventeen,"deMarsaywenton;"theRestorationwasbeingconsolidated;myoldfriendsknowhowimpetuousandfervidIwasthen。
Iwasinloveforthefirsttime,andIwas——Imaysaysonow——oneofthehandsomestyoungfellowsinParis。Ihadyouthandgoodlooks,twoadvantagesduetogoodfortune,butofwhichweareallasproudasofaconquest。Imustbesilentastotherest。——Likeallyouths,Iwasinlovewithawomansixyearsolderthanmyself。Nooneofyouhere,"
saidhe,lookingcarefullyroundthetable,"cansuspecthernameorrecognizeher。Ronquerollesalone,atthetime,everguessedmysecret。Hehadkeptitwell,butIshouldhavefearedhissmile。
However,heisgone,"saidtheMinister,lookinground。
"Hewouldnotstaytosupper,"saidMadamedeNucingen。
"Forsixmonths,possessedbymypassion,"deMarsaywenton,"butincapableofsuspectingthatithadovermasteredme,Ihadabandonedmyselftothatrapturousidolatrywhichisatoncethetriumphandthefrailjoyoftheyoung。Itreasured/her/oldgloves;Idrankaninfusionoftheflowers/she/hadworn;Igotoutofbedatnighttogoandgazeat/her/window。AllmybloodrushedtomyheartwhenI
inhaledtheperfumesheused。Iwasmilesawayfromknowingthatwomanisastovewithamarblecasing。"
"Oh!spareusyourterribleverdicts,"criedMadamedeMontcornetwithasmile。
"IbelieveIshouldhavecrushedwithmyscornthephilosopherwhofirstutteredthisterriblebutprofoundlytruethought,"saiddeMarsay。"Youareallfartookeen-sightedformetosayanymoreonthatpoint。Thesefewwordswillremindyouofyourownfollies。
"Agreatladyifevertherewasone,awidowwithoutchildren——oh!allwasperfect——myidolwouldshutherselfuptomarkmylinenwithherhair;inshort,sherespondedtomymadnessbyherown。Andhowcanwefailtobelieveinpassionwhenithastheguaranteeofmadness?
"Weeachdevotedallourmindstoconcealingalovesoperfectandsobeautifulfromtheeyesoftheworld;andwesucceeded。Andwhatcharmwefoundinourescapades!OfherIwillsaynothing。Shewasperfectionthen,andtothisdayisconsideredoneofthemostbeautifulwomeninParis;butatthattimeamanwouldhaveendureddeathtowinoneofherglances。Shehadbeenleftwithanamountoffortunesufficientforawomanwhohadlovedandwasadored;buttheRestoration,towhichsheowedrenewedlustre,madeitseeminadequateincomparisonwithhername。InmypositionIwassofatuousasnevertodreamofasuspicion。ThoughmyjealousywouldhavebeenofahundredandtwentyOthello-power,thatterriblepassionslumberedinmeasgoldinthenugget。IwouldhaveorderedmyservanttothrashmeifIhadbeensobaseasevertodoubtthepurityofthatangel——sofragileandsostrong,sofair,soartless,pure,spotless,andwhoseblueeyesallowedmygazetosoundittotheverydepthsofherheartwithadorablesubmissiveness。Neverwastheretheslightesthesitancyinherattitude,herlook,orword;alwayswhiteandfresh,andreadyfortheBelovedliketheOrientalLilyofthe’SongofSongs!’Ah!myfriends!"sadlyexclaimedtheMinister,grownyoungagain,"amanmusthithisheadveryhardonthemarbletodispelthatpoem!"
Thiscryofnature,findinganechointhelisteners,spurredthecuriosityhehadexcitedinthemwithsomuchskill。
"Everymorning,ridingSultan——thefinehorseyousentmefromEngland,"deMarsaywenton,addressingLordDudley,"Irodepastheropencarriage,thehorses’pacebeingintentionallyreducedtoawalk,andreadtheorderofthedaysignaledtomebytheflowersofherbouquetincasewewereunabletoexchangeafewwords。Thoughwesaweachotheralmosteveryeveninginsociety,andshewrotetomeeveryday,todeceivethecuriousandmisleadtheobservantwehadadoptedaschemeofconduct:nevertolookateachother;toavoidmeeting;tospeakillofeachother。Self-admiration,swagger,orplayingthedisdainedswain,——alltheseoldmanoeuvresarenottocompareoneitherpartwithafalsepassionprofessedforanindifferentpersonandanairofindifferencetowardsthetrueidol。Iftwoloverswillonlyplaythatgame,theworldwillalwaysbedeceived;butthentheymustbeverysecureofeachother。
"Herstalking-horsewasamaninhighfavor,acourtier,coldandsanctimonious,whomsheneverreceivedatherownhouse。Thislittlecomedywasperformedforthebenefitofsimpletonsanddrawing-roomcircles,wholaughedatit。Marriagewasneverspokenofbetweenus;
sixyears’differenceofagemightgiveherpause;sheknewnothingofmyfortune,ofwhich,onprinciple,Ihavealwayskeptthesecret。I,onmypart,fascinatedbyherwitandmanners,bytheextentofherknowledgeandherexperienceoftheworld,wouldhavemarriedherwithoutathought。Atthesametime,herreservecharmedme。Ifshehadbeenthefirsttospeakofmarriageinacertaintone,Imightperhapshavenoteditasvulgarinthataccomplishedsoul。
"Sixmonths,fullandperfect——adiamondofthepurestwater!Thathasbeenmyportionofloveinthisbaseworld。
"Onemorning,attackedbythefeverishstiffnesswhichmarksthebeginningofacold,IwroteheralinetoputoffoneofthosesecretfestivalswhichareburiedundertheroofsofParislikepearlsinthesea。Nosoonerwasthelettersentthanremorseseizedme:shewillnotbelievethatIamill!thoughtI。Shewaswonttoaffectjealousyandsuspiciousness。——Whenjealousyisgenuine,"saiddeMarsay,interruptinghimself,"itisthevisiblesignofanuniquepassion。"
"Why?"askedthePrincessedeCadignaneagerly。
"Uniqueandtruelove,"saiddeMarsay,"producesasortofcorporealapathyattunedtothecontemplationintowhichonefalls。Thenthemindcomplicateseverything;itworksonitself,picturesitsfancies,turnsthemintorealityandtorment;andsuchjealousyisasdelightfulasitisdistressing。"
Aforeignministersmiledas,bythelightofmemory,hefeltthetruthofthisremark。
"Besides,"deMarsaywenton,"Isaidtomyself,whymissahappyhour?Wasitnotbettertogo,eventhoughfeverish?And,then,ifshelearnsthatIamill,Ibelievehercapableofhurryinghereandcompromisingherself。Imadeaneffort;Iwroteasecondletter,andcarrieditmyself,formyconfidentialservantwasnowgone。Theriverlaybetweenus。IhadtocrossParis;butatlast,withinasuitabledistanceofherhouse,Icaughtsightofamessenger;Ichargedhimtohavethenotesentuptoheratonce,andIhadthehappyideaofdrivingpastherdoorinahackneycabtoseewhethershemightnotbychancereceivethetwoletterstogether。AtthemomentwhenIarriveditwastwoo’clock;thegreatgateopenedtoadmitacarriage。Whose?
——Thatofthestalking-horse!
"Itisfifteenyearssince——well,evenwhileItellthetale,I,theexhaustedorator,theMinisterdriedupbythefrictionofpublicbusiness,Istillfeelasurginginmyheartandthehotbloodaboutmydiaphragm。AttheendofanhourIpassedoncemore;thecarriagewasstillinthecourtyard!Mynotenodoubtwasintheporter’shands。Atlast,athalf-pastthree,thecarriagedroveout。Icouldobservemyrival’sexpression;hewasgrave,anddidnotsmile;buthewasinlove,andnodoubttherewasbusinessinhand。
"Iwenttokeepmyappointment;thequeenofmyheartmetme;Isawhercalm,pure,serene。AndhereImustconfessthatIhavealwaysthoughtthatOthellowasnotonlystupid,butshowedverybadtaste。
OnlyamanwhoishalfaNegrocouldbehaveso:indeedShakespearefeltthiswhenhecalledhisplay’TheMoorofVenice。’Thesightofthewomanweloveissuchabalmtotheheartthatitmustdispelanguish,doubt,andsorrow。Allmyragevanished。Icouldsmileagain。
Hencethischeerfulness,whichatmyagenowwouldbethemostatrociousdissimulation,wastheresultofmyyouthandmylove。Myjealousyonceburied,Ihadthepowerofobservation。Myailingconditionwasevident;thehorribledoubtsthathadfermentedinmeincreasedit。AtlastIfoundanopeningforputtinginthesewords:
’Youhavehadnoonewithyouthismorning?’makingapretextoftheuneasinessIhadfeltinthefearlestsheshouldhavedisposedofhertimeafterreceivingmyfirstnote。——’Ah!’sheexclaimed,’onlyamancouldhavesuchideas!AsifIcouldthinkofanythingbutyoursuffering。TillthemomentwhenIreceivedyoursecondnoteIcouldthinkonlyofhowIcouldcontrivetoseeyou。’——’Andyouwerealone?’——’Alone,’saidshe,lookingatmewithafaceofinnocencesoperfectthatitmusthavebeenhisdistrustofsuchalookasthatwhichmadetheMoorkillDesdemona。Asshelivedaloneinthehouse,thewordwasafearfullie。Onesingleliedestroystheabsoluteconfidencewhichtosomesoulsistheveryfoundationofhappiness。
"Toexplaintoyouwhatpassedinmeatthatmomentitmustbeassumedthatwehaveaninternalselfofwhichtheexterior/I/isbutthehusk;thatthisself,asbrilliantaslight,isasfragileasashade——well,thatbeautifulselfwasinmethenceforthforevershroudedincrape。Yes;Ifeltacoldandfleshlesshandcastovermethewinding-
sheetofexperience,doomingmetotheeternalmourningintowhichthefirstbetrayalplungesthesoul。AsIcastmyeyesdownthatshemightnotobservemydizziness,thisproudthoughtsomewhatrestoredmystrength:’Ifsheisdeceivingyou,sheisunworthyofyou!’
"Iascribedmysuddenreddeningandthetearswhichstartedtomyeyestoanattackofpain,andthesweetcreatureinsistedondrivingmehomewiththeblindsofthecabdrawn。OnthewayshewasfullofasolicitudeandtendernessthatmighthavedeceivedtheMoorofVenicewhomIhavetakenasastandardofcomparison。Indeed,ifthatgreatchildweretohesitatetwosecondslonger,everyintelligentspectatorfeelsthathewouldaskDesdemona’sforgiveness。Thus,killingthewomanistheactofaboy。——Sheweptasweparted,somuchwasshedistressedatbeingunabletonursemeherself。Shewishedsheweremyvalet,inwhosehappinessshefoundacauseofenvy,andallthiswasaselegantlyexpressed,oh!asClarissamighthavewritteninherhappiness。Thereisalwaysapreciousapeintheprettiestandmostangelicwoman!"
Atthesewordsallthewomenlookeddown,asifhurtbythisbrutaltruthsobrutallystated。
"Iwillsaynothingofthenight,noroftheweekIspent,"deMarsaywenton。"IdiscoveredthatIwasastatesman。"
Itwassowellsaidthatweallutteredanadmiringexclamation。
"AsIthoughtoverthereallycruelvengeancetobetakenonawoman,"
saiddeMarsay,continuinghisstory,"withinfernalingenuity——for,aswehadlovedeachother,someterribleandirreparablerevengeswerepossible——Idespisedmyself,IfelthowcommonIwas,I
insensiblyformulatedahorriblecode——thatofIndulgence。Intakingvengeanceonawoman,dowenotinfactadmitthatthereisbutoneforus,thatwecannotdowithouther?And,then,isrevengethewaytowinherback?Ifsheisnotindispensable,ifthereareotherwomenintheworld,whynotgranthertherighttochangewhichweassume?
"This,ofcourse,appliesonlytopassion;inanyothersenseitwouldbesociallywrong。Nothingmoreclearlyprovesthenecessityforindissolublemarriagethantheinstabilityofpassion。Thetwosexesmustbechainedup,likewildbeastsastheyare,byinevitablelaw,deafandmute。Eliminaterevenge,andinfidelityinloveisnothing。
Thosewhobelievethatforthemthereisbutonewomanintheworldmustbeinfavorofvengeance,andthenthereisbutoneformofit——
thatofOthello。
"Minewasdifferent。"
ThewordsproducedineachofustheimperceptiblemovementwhichnewspaperwritersrepresentinParliamentaryreportsbythewords:
/greatsensation/。
"Curedofmycold,andofmypure,absolute,divinelove,Iflungmyselfintoanadventure,ofwhichtheheroinewascharming,andofastyleofbeautyutterlyopposedtothatofmydeceivingangel。Itookcarenottoquarrelwiththiscleverwoman,whowassogoodanactress,forIdoubtwhethertruelovecangivesuchgraciousdelightsasthoselavishedbysuchadexterousfraud。Suchrefinedhypocrisyisasgoodasvirtue。——IamnotspeakingtoyouEnglishwomen,mylady,"
saidtheMinister,suavely,addressingLadyBarimore,LordDudley’sdaughter。"Itriedtobethesamelover。
"Iwishedtohavesomeofmyhairworkedupformynewangel,andI
wenttoaskilledartistwhoatthattimedweltintheRueBoucher。
Themanhadamonopolyofcapillarykeepsakes,andImentionhisaddressforthebenefitofthosewhohavenotmuchhair;hehasplentyofeverykindandeverycolor。AfterIhadexplainedmyorder,heshowedmehiswork。Ithensawachievementsofpatiencesurpassingthosewhichthestorybooksascribetofairies,orwhichareexecutedbyprisoners。Hebroughtmeuptodateastothecapricesandfashionsgoverningtheuseofhair。’Forthelastyear,’saidhe,’therehasbeenarageformarkinglinenwithhair;happilyIhadafinecollectionofhairandskilledneedlewomen,’——onhearingthisasuspicionflasheduponme;Itookoutmyhandkerchiefandsaid,’Sothiswasdoneinyourshop,withfalsehair?’——Helookedatthehandkerchief,andsaid,’Ay!thatladywasveryparticular,sheinsistedonverifyingthetintofthehair。Mywifeherselfmarkedthosehandkerchiefs。Youhavethere,sir,oneofthefinestpiecesofworkwehaveeverexecuted。’BeforethislastrayoflightImighthavebelievedsomething——mighthavetakenawoman’sword。Ilefttheshopstillhavingfaithinpleasure,butwherelovewasconcernedI
wasasatheisticalasamathematician。
"TwomonthslaterIwassittingbythesideoftheetherealbeinginherboudoir,onhersofa;Iwasholdingoneofherhands——theywereverybeautiful——andwescaledtheAlpsofsentiment,cullingtheirsweetestflowers,andpullingoffthedaisy-petals;thereisalwaysamomentwhenonepullsdaisiestopieces,evenifitisinadrawing-
roomandtherearenodaisies。Attheintensestmomentoftenderness,andwhenwearemostinlove,loveissowellawareofitsownshortdurationthatweareirresistiblyurgedtoask,’Doyouloveme?Willyoulovemealways?’Iseizedtheelegiacmoment,sowarm,soflowery,sofull-blown,toleadhertotellhermostdelightfullies,intheenchantinglanguageoflove。Charlottedisplayedherchoicestallurements:Shecouldnotlivewithoutme;Iwastohertheonlymanintheworld;shefearedtowearyme,becausemypresencebereftherofallherwits;withme,allherfacultieswerelostinlove;shewasindeedtootendertoescapealarms;forthelastsixmonthsshehadbeenseekingsomewaytobindmetohereternally,andGodaloneknewthatsecret;inshort,Iwashergod!"
ThewomenwhohearddeMarsayseemedoffendedbyseeingthemselvessowellacted,forhesecondedthewordsbyairs,andsidelongattitudes,andmincinggrimaceswhichwerequiteillusory。
"AttheverymomentwhenImighthavebelievedtheseadorablefalsehoods,asIstillheldherrighthandinmine,Isaidtoher,’WhenareyoutomarrytheDuke?’
"Thethrustwassodirect,mygazemetherssoboldly,andherhandlaysotightlyinmine,thatherstart,slightasitwas,couldnotbedisguised;hereyesfellbeforemine,andafaintblushcoloredhercheeks。——’TheDuke!Whatdoyoumean?’shesaid,affectinggreatastonishment。——’Iknoweverything,’repliedI;’andinmyopinion,youshoulddelaynolonger;heisrich;heisaduke;butheismorethandevout,heisreligious!Iamsure,therefore,thatyouhavebeenfaithfultome,thankstohisscruples。YoucannotimaginehowurgentlynecessaryitisthatyoushouldcompromisehimwithhimselfandwithGod;shortofthatyouwillneverbringhimtothepoint。’——
’Isthisadream?’saidshe,pushingherhairfromherforehead,fifteenyearsbeforeMalibran,withthegesturewhichMalibranhasmadesofamous。——’Come,donotbechildish,myangel,’saidI,tryingtotakeherhands;butshefoldedthembeforeherwithalittleprudishandindignantmein。——’Marryhim,youhavemypermission,’saidI,replyingtothisgesturebyusingtheformal/vous/insteadof/tu/。’Nay,better,Ibegyoutodoso。’——’But,’criedshe,fallingatmyknees,’thereissomehorriblemistake;Ilovenooneintheworldbutyou;youmaydemandanyproofsyouplease。’——’Rise,mydear,’saidI,’anddomethehonorofbeingtruthful。’——’AsbeforeGod。’——’Doyoudoubtmylove?’——’No。’——’Normyfidelity?’——’No。’——’Well,Ihavecommittedthegreatestcrime,’Iwenton。’Ihavedoubtedyourloveandyourfidelity。BetweentwointoxicationsIlookedcalmlyaboutme。’——’Calmly!’sighedshe。’Thatisenough,Henri;younolongerloveme。’
"Shehadatoncefound,youperceive,aloopholeforescape。Inscenesliketheseanadverbisdangerous。But,happily,curiositymadeheradd:’Andwhatdidyousee?HaveIeverspokenoftheDukeexceptinginpublic?Haveyoudetectedinmyeyes————?’——’No,’saidI,’butinhis。AndyouhaveeighttimesmademegotoSaint-Thomasd’Aquintoseeyoulisteningtothesamemassashe。’——’Ah!’sheexclaimed,’thenIhavemadeyoujealous!’——Oh!IonlywishIcouldbe!’saidI,admiringthepliancyofherquickintelligence,andtheseacrobaticfeatswhichcanonlybesuccessfulintheeyesoftheblind。’ButbydintofgoingtochurchIhavebecomeveryincredulous。Onthedayofmyfirstcold,andyourfirsttreachery,whenyouthoughtIwasinbed,youreceivedtheDuke,andyoutoldmeyouhadseennoone。’——’Doyouknowthatyourconductisinfamous?’——’Inwhatrespect?IconsideryourmarriagetotheDukeanexcellentarrangement;hegivesyouagreatname,theonlyrankthatsuitsyou,abrilliantanddistinguishedposition。YouwillbeoneofthequeensofParis。I
shouldbedoingyouawrongifIplacedanyobstacleinthewayofthisprospect,thisdistinguishedlife,thissplendidalliance。Ah!
Charlotte,somedayyouwilldomejusticebydiscoveringhowunlikemycharacteristothatofotheryoungmen。Youwouldhavebeencompelledtodeceiveme;yes,youwouldhavefounditverydifficulttobreakwithme,forhewatchesyou。Itistimethatweshouldpart,fortheDukeisrigidlyvirtuous。Youmustturnprude;Iadviseyoutodoso。TheDukeisvain;hewillbeproudofhiswife。’——’Oh!’criedshe,burstingintotears,’Henri,ifonlyyouhadspoken!Yes,ifyouhadchosen’——itwasIwhowastoblame,youunderstand——’wewouldhavegonetoliveallourdaysinacorner,married,happy,anddefiedtheworld。’——’Well,itistoolatenow,’saidI,kissingherhands,andputtingonavictimizedair。——’GoodGod!ButIcanundoitall!’saidshe。——’No,youhavegonetoofarwiththeDuke。Ioughtindeedtogoajourneytopartusmoreeffectually。Weshouldbothhavereasontofearourownaffection————’——’Henri,doyouthinktheDukehasanysuspicions?’Iwasstill’Henri,’butthe/tu/waslostforever。——’I
donotthinkso,’Ireplied,assumingthemannerofafriend;’butbeasdevoutaspossible,reconcileyourselftoGod,fortheDukewaitsforproofs;hehesitates,youmustbringhimtothepoint。’
"Sherose,andwalkedtwiceroundtheboudoirinrealoraffectedagitation;thenshenodoubtfoundanattitudeandalookbeseemingthenewstateofaffairs,forshestoppedinfrontofme,heldoutherhand,andsaidinavoicebrokenbyemotion,’Well,Henri,youareloyal,noble,andacharmingman;Ishallneverforgetyou。’
"Thesewereadmirabletactics。Shewasbewitchinginthistransitionoffeeling,indispensabletothesituationinwhichshewishedtoplaceherselfinregardtome。Ifellintotheattitude,themanners,andthelookofamansodeeplydistressed,thatIsawhertoonewlyassumeddignitygivingway;shelookedatme,tookmyhand,drewmealongalmost,threwmeonthesofa,butquitegently,andsaidafteramoment’ssilence,’Iamdreadfullyunhappy,mydearfellow。Doyouloveme?’——’Oh!yes。’——’Well,then,whatwillbecomeofyou?’"
Atthispointthewomenalllookedateachother。
"ThoughIcanstillsufferwhenIrecallherperfidy,IstilllaughatherexpressionofentireconvictionandsweetsatisfactionthatImustdie,oratanyratesinkintoperpetualmelancholy,"deMarsaywenton。"Oh!donotlaughyet!"hesaidtohislisteners;"thereisbettertocome。Ilookedatherverytenderlyafterapause,andsaidtoher,’Yes,thatiswhatIhavebeenwondering。’——’Well,whatwillyoudo?’
——’Iaskedmyselfthatthedayaftermycold。’——’And————?’sheaskedwitheageranxiety。——’AndIhavemadeadvancestothelittleladytowhomIwassupposedtobeattached。’
"Charlottestartedupfromthesofalikeafrighteneddoe,tremblinglikealeaf,gavemeoneofthoselooksinwhichwomenforgoalltheirdignity,alltheirmodesty,theirrefinement,andeventheirgrace,thesparklingglitterofahuntedviper’seyewhendrivenintoacorner,andsaid,’AndIhavelovedthisman!Ihavestruggled!I
have————’Onthislastthought,whichIleaveyoutoguess,shemadethemostimpressivepauseIeverheard。——’GoodGod!’shecried,’howunhappyarewewomen!wenevercanbeloved。Toyouthereisnothingseriousinthepurestfeelings。Butnevermind;whenyoucheatusyoustillareourdupes!’——’Iseethatplainly,’saidI,withastrickenair;’youhavefartoomuchwitinyourangerforyourhearttosufferfromit。’——Thismodestepigramincreasedherrage;shefoundsometearsofvexation。’Youdisgustmewiththeworldandwithlife。’shesaid;’yousnatchawayallmyillusions;youdepravemyheart。’
"ShesaidtomeallthatIhadarighttosaytoher,andwithasimpleeffrontery,anartlessaudacity,whichwouldcertainlyhavenailedanymanbutmeonthespot。——’WhatistobecomeofuspoorwomeninastateofsocietysuchasLouisXVIII。’schartermadeit?’——
(Imaginehowherwordshadrunawaywithher。)——’Yes,indeed,weareborntosuffer。Inmattersofpassionwearealwayssuperiortoyou,andyouarebeneathallloyalty。Thereisnohonestyinyourhearts。
Toyouloveisagameinwhichyoualwayscheat。’——’Mydear,’saidI,’totakeanythingseriousinsocietynowadayswouldbelikemakingromanticlovetoanactress。’——’Whatashamelessbetrayal!Itwasdeliberatelyplanned!’——’No,onlyarationalissue。’——’Good-bye,MonsieurdeMarsay,’saidshe;’youhavedeceivedmehorribly。’——
’Surely,’Ireplied,takingupasubmissiveattitude,’MadamelaDuchessewillnotrememberCharlotte’sgrievances?’——’Certainly,’sheansweredbitterly。——’Then,infact,youhateme?’——Shebowed,andI
saidtomyself,’Thereissomethingstillleft!’
"ThefeelingshehadwhenIpartedfromherallowedhertobelievethatshestillhadsomethingtoavenge。Well,myfriends,Ihavecarefullystudiedthelivesofmenwhohavehadgreatsuccesswithwomen,butIdonotbelievethattheMarechaldeRichelieu,orLauzun,orLouisdeValoisevereffectedamorejudiciousretreatatthefirstattempt。Astomymindandheart,theywerecastinamouldthenandthere,onceforall,andthepowerofcontrolIthusacquiredoverthethoughtlessimpulseswhichmakeuscommitsomanyfolliesgainedmetheadmirablepresenceofmindyouallknow。"
"HowdeeplyIpitythesecond!"exclaimedtheBaronnedeNucingen。
AscarcelyperceptiblesmileondeMarsay’spalelipsmadeDelphinedeNucingencolor。
"Howwedoforget!"saidtheBarondeNucingen。
Thegreatbanker’ssimplicitywassoextremelydroll,thathiswife,whowasdeMarsay’s"second,"couldnothelplaughinglikeeveryoneelse。
"Youareallreadytocondemnthewoman,"saidLadyDudley。"Well,I
quiteunderstandthatshedidnotregardhermarriageasanactofinconstancy。Menwillneverdistinguishbetweenconstancyandfidelity。——IknowthewomanwhosestoryMonsieurdeMarsayhastoldus,andsheisoneofthelastofyourtrulygreatladies。"
"Alas!mylady,youareright,"replieddeMarsay。"Forverynearlyfiftyyearswehavebeenlookingonattheprogressiveruinofallsocialdistinctions。Weoughttohavesavedourwomenfromthisgreatwreck,buttheCivilCodehassweptitslevelinginfluenceovertheirheads。Howeverterriblethewords,theymustbespoken:Duchessesarevanishing,andmarquisestoo!Astothebaronesses——ImustapologizetoMadamedeNucingen,whowillbecomeacountesswhenherhusbandismadeapeerofFrance——baronesseshaveneversucceededingettingpeopletotakethemseriously。"
"Aristocracybeginswiththeviscountess,"saidBlondetwithasmile。
"Countesseswillsurvive,"saiddeMarsay。"Anelegantwomanwillbemoreorlessofacountess——acountessoftheEmpireorofyesterday,acountessoftheoldblock,or,astheysayinItaly,acountessbycourtesy。Butastothegreatlady,shediedoutwiththedignifiedsplendorofthelastcentury,withpowder,patches,high-heeledslippers,andstiffbodiceswithadeltastomacherofbows。Duchessesinthesedayscanpassthroughadoorwithoutanyneedtowidenitfortheirhoops。TheEmpiresawthelastofgownswithtrains!Iamstillpuzzledtounderstandhowasovereignwhowishedtoseehisdrawing-
roomsweptbyducalsatinandvelvetdidnotmakeindestructiblelaws。
NapoleonneverguessedtheresultsoftheCodehewassoproudof。
Thatman,bycreatingduchesses,foundedtheraceofour’ladies’ofto-day——theindirectoffspringofhislegislation。"
"Itwaslogic,handledasahammerbyboysjustoutofschoolandbyobscurejournalists,whichdemolishedthesplendorsofthesocialstate,"saidtheComtedeVandenesse。"Inthesedayseveryroguewhocanholdhisheadstraightinhiscollar,coverhismanlybosomwithhalfanellofsatinbywayofacuirass,displayabrowwhereapocryphalgeniusgleamsundercurlinglocks,andstrutinapairofpatent-leatherpumpsgracedbysilksockswhichcostsixfrancs,screwshiseye-glassintooneofhiseye-socketsbypuckeringuphischeek,andwhetherhebeanattorney’sclerk,acontractor’sson,orabanker’sbastard,hestaresimpertinentlyattheprettiestduchess,appraisesherasshewalksdownstairs,andsaystohisfriend——dressedbyBuisson,asweallare,andmountedinpatent-leatherlikeanydukehimself——’There,myboy,thatisaperfectlady。’"