conversation Maxime de Trailles was
saying:--
"With Diane, depravity is not an effect but a cause; perhaps she owes
that cause to her
exquisite nature; she doesn't
invent, she makes no
effort, she offers you the choicest refinements as the
inspiration of
a
spontaneous and naive love; and it is
absolutely impossible not to
believe her."
This speech, which seemed to have been prepared for a man of
d'Arthez's stamp, was so
tremendous an arraignment that the company
appeared to accept it as a
conclusion. No one said more; the
princesswas crushed. D'Arthez looked straight at de Trailles and then at
d'Esgrignon with a sarcastic air, and said:--
"The greatest fault of that woman is that she has followed in the wake
of men. She squanders patrimonies as they do; she drives her lovers to
usurers; she pockets "dots"; she ruins orphans; she inspires, possibly
she
commits, crimes, but--"
Never had the two men, whom d'Arthez was
chiefly addressing, listened
to such plain talk. At that BUT the whole table was startled, every
one paused, fork in air, their eyes fixed
alternately on the brave
author and on the assailants of the
princess, awaiting the
conclusionof that
horrible silence.
"But," said d'Arthez, with sarcastic airiness, "Madame la Princesse de
Cadignan has one
advantage over men: when they have put themselves in
danger for her sake, she saves them, and says no harm of any one.
Among the
multitude, why shouldn't there be one woman who amuses
herself with men as men amuse themselves with women? Why not allow the
fair sex to take, from time to time, its revenge?"
"Genius is stronger than wit," said Blondet to Nathan.
This broadside of sarcasms was in fact the
discharge of a
battery of
cannons against a platoon of musketry. When coffee was served, Blondet
and Nathan went up to d'Arthez with an
eagerness no one else dared to
imitate, so
unable were the rest of the company to show the admiration
his conduct inspired from the fear of making two powerful enemies.
"This is not the first time we have seen that your
character equals
your
talent in grandeur," said Blondet. "You behaved just now more
like a demi-god than a man. Not to have been carried away by your
heart or your
imagination, not to have taken up the defence of a
beloved woman--a fault they were enticing you to
commit, because it
would have given those men of society eaten up with
jealousy of your
literary fame a
triumph over you--ah! give me leave to say you have
attained the
height of private statesmanship."
"Yes, you are a statesman," said Nathan. "It is as clever as it is
difficult to
avenge a woman without defending her."
"The
princess is one of those heroines of the legitimist party, and it
is the duty of all men of honor to protect her quand meme," replied
d'Arthez,
coldly. "What she has done for the cause of her masters
would excuse all follies."
"He keeps his own counsel!" said Nathan to Blondet.
"Precisely as if the
princess were worth it," said Rastignac, joining
the other two.
D'Arthez went to the
princess, who was awaiting him with the keenest
anxiety. The result of this experiment, which Diane had herself
brought about, might be fatal to her. For the first time in her life
this woman suffered in her heart. She knew not what she should do in
case d'Arthez believed the world which spoke the truth, instead of
believing her who lied; for never had so noble a nature, so complete a
man, a soul so pure, a
conscience so ingenuous come beneath her hand.
Though she had told him cruel lies she was
driven to do so by the
desire of
knowing a true love. That love--she felt it dawning in her
heart; yes, she loved d'Arthez; and now she was condemned forever to
deceive him! She must
henceforth remain to him the
actress who had
played that
comedy to blind his eyes.
When she heard Daniel's step in the dining-room a
violentcommotion, a
shudder which reached to her very vitals came over her. That
convulsion, never felt during all the years of her adventurous
existence, told her that she had staked her happiness on this issue.
Her eyes, gazing into space, took in the whole of d'Arthez's person;
their light poured through his flesh, she read his soul;
suspicion had
not so much as touched him with its bat's-wing. The terrible emotion
of that fear then came to its
reaction; joy almost stifled her; for
there is no human being who is not more able to
endure grief than to