before the
colonel.
"You know all, my kind papa?" she said as soon as they were on the
road to the beach.
"I know all, and a good deal more than you do," he replied.
After that remark father and daughter went some little way in silence.
"Explain to me, my child, how it happens that a girl whom her mother
idolizes could have taken such an important step as to write to a
stranger without
consulting her."
"Oh, papa! because mamma would never have allowed it."
"And do you think, my daughter, that that was proper? Though you have
been educating your mind in this fatal way, how is it that your good
sense and your
intellect did not, in default of
modesty, step in and
show you that by
acting as you did you were throwing yourself at a
man's head. To think that my daughter, my only remaining child, should
lack pride and delicacy! Oh, Modeste, you made your father pass two
hours in hell when he heard of it; for, after all, your conduct has
been the same as Bettina's without the excuse of a heart's seduction;
you were a coquette in cold blood, and that sort of coquetry is head-
love, the worst vice of French women."
"I, without pride!" said Modeste,
weeping; "but HE has not yet seen
me."
"HE knows your name."
"I did not tell it to him till my eyes had vindicated the
correspondence,
lasting three months, during which our souls had
spoken to each other."
"Oh, my dear misguided angel, you have mixed up a
species of reason
with a folly that has compromised your own happiness and that of your
family."
"But, after all, papa, happiness is the absolution of my temerity,"
she said, pouting.
"Oh! your conduct is temerity, is it?"
"A temerity that my mother practised before me," she retorted quickly.
"Rebellious child! your mother after
seeing me at a ball told her
father, who adored her, that she thought she could be happy with me.
Be honest, Modeste; is there any
likeness between a love hastily
conceived, I admit, but under the eyes of a father, and your mad
action of
writing to a stranger?"
"A stranger, papa? say rather one of our greatest poets, whose
character and whose life are exposed to the strongest light of day, to
detraction, to calumny,--a man robed in fame, and to whom, my dear
father, I was a mere
literary and
dramaticpersonage, one of
Shakespeare's women, until the moment when I wished to know if the man
himself were as beautiful as his soul."
"Good God! my poor child, you are turning marriage into
poetry. But
if, from time
immemorial, girls have been cloistered in the bosom of
their families, if God, if social laws put them under the stern yoke
of parental
sanction, it is, mark my words, to spare them the
misfortunes that this very
poetry which charms and dazzles you, and
which you are
thereforeunable to judge of, would
entail upon them.
Poetry is indeed one of the pleasures of life, but it is not life
itself."
"Papa, that is a suit still
pending before the Court of Facts; the
struggle is forever going on between our hearts and the claims of
family."
"Alas for the child that finds her happiness in resisting them," said
the
colonel,
gravely. "In 1813 I saw one of my comrades, the Marquis
d'Aiglemont, marry his cousin against the wishes of her father, and
the pair have since paid dear for the
obstinacy which the young girl
took for love. The family must be
sovereign in marriage."
"My poet has told me all that," she answered. "He played Orgon for
some time; and he was brave enough to disparage the personal lives of
poets."
"I have read your letters," said Charles Mignon, with the
flicker of a
malicious smile on his lips that made Modeste very
uneasy, "and I
ought to remark that your last
epistle was scarcely permissible in any
woman, even a Julie d'Etanges. Good God! what harm novels do!"
"We should live them, my dear father, whether people wrote them or
not; I think it is better to read them. There are not so many
adventures in these days as there were under Louis XIV. and Louis XV.,
and so they publish fewer novels. Besides, if you have read those
letters, you must know that I have chosen the most
angelic soul, the
most
sternlyupright man for your son-in-law, and you must have seen