--Do you
recollect our walk in the Jardin des Plantes? The hire of
your cab took everything I had.'
"I told her about my sacrifices, and described the life I led; heated
not with wine, as I am to-day, but by the
generousenthusiasm of my
heart, my
passion overflowed in burning words; I have forgotten how
the feelings within me blazed forth; neither memory nor skill of mine
could possibly
reproduce it. It was no colorless
chronicle of blighted
affections; my love was strengthened by fair hopes; and such words
came to me, by love's
inspiration, that each had power to set forth a
whole life--like echoes of the cries of a soul in
torment. In such
tones the last prayers
ascend from dying men on the
battlefield. I
stopped, for she was
weeping. GRAND DIEU! I had reaped an actor's
reward, the success of a
counterfeitpassion displayed at the cost of
five francs paid at the theatre door. I had drawn tears from her.
" 'If I had known----' she said.
" 'Do not finish the sentence,' I broke in. 'Even now I love you well
enough to murder you----'
"She reached for the bell-pull. I burst into a roar of laughter.
" 'Do not call any one,' I said. 'I shall leave you to finish your
life in peace. It would be a blundering kind of
hatred that would
murder you! You need not fear
violence of any kind; I have spent a
whole night at the foot of your bed without----'
" 'Monsieur----' she said, blushing; but after that first
impulse of
modesty that even the most hardened women must surely own, she flung a
scornful glance at me, and said:
" 'You must have been very cold.'
" 'Do you think that I set such value on your beauty, madame,' I
answered, guessing the thoughts that moved her. 'Your beautiful face
is for me a promise of a soul yet more beautiful. Madame, those to
whom a woman is merely a woman can always purchase odalisques fit for
the seraglio, and
achieve their happiness at a small cost. But I
aspired to something higher; I wanted the life of close
communion of
heart and heart with you that have no heart. I know that now. If you
were to belong to another, I could kill him. And yet, no; for you
would love him, and his death might hurt you perhaps. What agony this
is!' I cried.
" 'If it is any comfort to you,' she retorted
cheerfully, 'I can
assure you that I shall never belong to any one----'
" 'So you offer an
affront to God Himself,' I interrupted; 'and you
will be punished for it. Some day you will lie upon your sofa
suffering unheard-of ills,
unable to
endure the light or the slightest
sound, condemned to live as it were in the tomb. Then, when you seek
the causes of those lingering and avenging
torments, you will remember
the woes that you distributed so
lavishly upon your way. You have sown
curses, and
hatred will be your
reward. We are the real judges, the
executioners of a justice that reigns here below, which overrules the
justice of man and the laws of God.'
" 'No doubt it is very culpable in me not to love you,' she said,
laughing. 'Am I to blame? No. I do not love you; you are a man, that
is sufficient. I am happy by myself; why should I give up my way of
living, a
selfish way, if you will, for the caprices of a master?
Marriage is a sacrament by
virtue of which each imparts nothing but
vexations to the other. Children,
moreover, worry me. Did I not
faithfully warn you about my nature? Why are you not satisfied to have
my friendship? I wish I could make you
amends for all the troubles I
have caused you, through not guessing the value of your poor five-
franc pieces. I
appreciate the
extent of your sacrifices; but your
devotion and
delicate tact can be repaid by love alone, and I care so
little for you, that this scene has a
disagreeable effect upon me.'
" 'I am fully aware of my absurdity,' I said,
unable to
restrain my
tears. 'Pardon me,' I went on, 'it was a delight to hear those cruel
words you have just uttered, so well I love you. O, if I could testify
my love with every drop of blood in me!'
" 'Men always repeat these
classic formulas to us, more or less
effectively,' she answered, still smiling. 'But it appears very
difficult to die at our feet, for I see corpses of that kind about
everywhere. It is twelve o'clock. Allow me to go to bed.'
" 'And in two hours' time you will cry to yourself, AH, MON DIEU!'
" 'Like the day before yesterday! Yes,' she said, 'I was thinking of
my stockbroker; I had forgotten to tell him to
convert my five per
cent stock into threes, and the three per cents had fallen during the
day.'
"I looked at her, and my eyes glittered with anger. Sometimes a crime
may be a whole
romance; I understood that just then. She was so
accustomed, no doubt, to the most im
passioned declarations of this
kind, that my words and my tears were forgotten already.
" 'Would you marry a peer of France?' I demanded abruptly.
" 'If he were a duke, I might.'
"I seized my hat and made her a bow.
" 'Permit me to accompany you to the door,' she said, cutting irony in
her tones, in the poise of her head, and in her gesture.
" 'Madame----'
" 'Monsieur?'
" 'I shall never see you again.'
" 'I hope not,' and she insolently inclined her head.
" 'You wish to be a duchess?' I cried, excited by a sort of
madnessthat her
insolence roused in me. 'You are wild for honors and titles?
Well, only let me love you; bid my pen write and my voice speak for
you alone; be the inmost soul of my life, my guiding star! Then, only
accept me for your husband as a
minister, a peer of France, a duke. I
will make of myself
whatever you would have me be!'
" 'You made good use of the time you spent with the advocate,' she
said smiling. 'There is a fervency about your pleadings.'
" 'The present is yours,' I cried, 'but the future is mine! I only
lose a woman; you are losing a name and a family. Time is big with my
revenge; time will spoil your beauty, and yours will be a solitary
death; and glory waits for me!'
" 'Thanks for your peroration!' she said, repressing a yawn; the wish
that she might never see me again was expressed in her whole bearing.
"That remark silenced me. I flung at her a glance full of
hatred, and
hurried away.
"Foedora must be forgotten; I must cure myself of my infatuation, and
betake myself once more to my
lonely studies, or die. So I set myself
tremendous tasks; I determined to complete my labors. For fifteen days
I never left my
garret, spending whole nights in pallid thought. I
worked with difficulty, and by fits and starts,
despite my courage and
the stimulation of
despair. The music had fled. I could not exorcise
the
brilliant mocking image of Foedora. Something morbid brooded over
every thought, a vague
longing as
dreadful as
remorse. I imitated the
anchorites of the Thebaid. If I did not pray as they did, I lived a
life in the desert like
theirs, hewing out my ideas as they were wont
to hew their rocks. I could at need have girdled my waist with spikes,
that
physicalsuffering might quell
mental anguish.
"One evening Pauline found her way into my room.
" 'You are killing yourself,' she said imploringly; 'you should go out
and see your friends----'
" 'Pauline, you were a true
prophet; Foedora is killing me, I want to
die. My life is intolerable.'
" 'Is there only one woman in the world?' she asked, smiling. 'Why
make yourself so
miserable in so short a life?'
"I looked at Pauline in
bewilderment. She left me before I noticed her
departure; the sound of her words had reached me, but not their sense.
Very soon I had to take my Memoirs in
manuscript to my literary-
contractor. I was so absorbed by my
passion, that I could not remember
how I had managed to live without money; I only knew that the four
hundred and fifty francs due to me would pay my debts. So I went to
receive my salary, and met Rastignac, who thought me changed and
thinner.
" 'What hospital have you been discharged from?' he asked.
" 'That woman is killing me,' I answered; 'I can neither
despise her
nor forget her.'
" 'You had much better kill her, then perhaps you would think no more
of her,' he said, laughing.
" 'I have often thought of it,' I replied; 'but though sometimes the