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reach　her　a　man　must　needs　have　won　the　white　wings　of　the　seraphim。



〃In　all　that　happens　to　me　I　will　ask　myself；〃　I　said；　〃'What　would　my

Henriette　say？'〃



〃Yes；　I　will　be　the　star　and　the　sanctuary　both；〃　she　said；　alluding

to　the　dreams　of　my　childhood。



〃You　are　my　light　and　my　religion；〃　I　cried；　〃you　shall　be　my　all。〃



〃No；〃　she　answered；　〃I　can　never　be　the　source　of　your　pleasures。〃



She　sighed；　the　smile　of　secret　pain　was　on　her　lips；　the　smile　of　the

slave　who　momentarily　revolts。　From　that　day　forth　she　was　to　me；　not

merely　my　beloved；　but　my　only　love；　she　was　not　IN　my　heart　as　a

woman　who　takes　a　place；　who　makes　it　hers　by　devotion　or　by　excess　of

pleasure　given；　but　she　was　my　heart　itself；it　was　all　hers；　a

something　necessary　to　the　play　of　my　muscles。　She　became　to　me　as

Beatrice　to　the　Florentine；　as　the　spotless　Laura　to　the　Venetian；　the

mother　of　great　thoughts；　the　secret　cause　of　resolutions　which　saved

me；　the　support　of　my　future；　the　light　shining　in　the　darkness　like　a

lily　in　a　wood。　Yes；　she　inspired　those　high　resolves　which　pass

through　flames；　which　save　the　thing　in　peril；　she　gave　me　a　constancy

like　Coligny's　to　vanquish　conquerors；　to　rise　above　defeat；　to　weary

the　strongest　wrestler。



The　next　day；　having　breakfasted　at　Frapesle　and　bade　adieu　to　my　kind

hosts；　I　went　to　Clochegourde。　Monsieur　and　Madame　de　Mortsauf　had

arranged　to　drive　with　me　to　Tours；　whence　I　was　to　start　the　same

night　for　Paris。　During　the　drive　the　countess　was　silent；　she

pretended　at　first　to　have　a　headache；　then　she　blushed　at　the

falsehood；　and　expiated　it　by　saying　that　she　could　not　see　me　go

without　regret。　The　count　invited　me　to　stay　with　them　whenever；　in

the　absence　of　the　Chessels；　I　might　long　to　see　the　valley　of　the

Indre　once　more。　We　parted　heroically；　without　apparent　tears；　but

Jacques；　who　like　other　delicate　children　was　quickly　touched；　began

to　cry；　while　Madeleine；　already　a　woman；　pressed　her　mother's　hand。



〃Dear　little　one！〃　said　the　countess；　kissing　Jacques　passionately。



When　I　was　alone　at　Tours　after　dinner　a　wild；　inexplicable　desire

known　only　to　young　blood　possessed　me。　I　hired　a　horse　and　rode　from

Tours　to　Pont…de…Ruan　in　an　hour　and　a　quarter。　There；　ashamed　of　my

folly；　I　dismounted；　and　went　on　foot　along　the　road；　stepping

cautiously　like　a　spy　till　I　reached　the　terrace。　The　countess　was　not

there；　and　I　imagined　her　ill；　I　had　kept　the　key　of　the　little　gate；

by　which　I　now　entered；　she　was　coming　down　the　steps　of　the　portico

with　the　two　children　to　breathe　in　sadly　and　slowly　the　tender

melancholy　of　the　landscape；　bathed　at　that　moment　in　the　setting　sun。



〃Mother；　here　is　Felix；〃　said　Madeleine。



〃Yes；〃　I　whispered；　〃it　is　I。　I　asked　myself　why　I　should　stay　at

Tours　while　I　still　could　see　you；　why　not　indulge　a　desire　that　in　a

few　days　more　I　could　not　gratify。〃



〃He　won't　leave　us　again；　mother；〃　cried　Jacques；　jumping　round　me。



〃Hush！〃　said　Madeleine；　〃if　you　make　such　a　noise　the　general　will

come。〃



〃It　is　not　right；〃　she　said。　〃What　folly！〃



The　tears　in　her　voice　were　the　payment　of　what　must　be　called　a

usurious　speculation　of　love。



〃I　had　forgotten　to　return　this　key；〃　I　said　smiling。



〃Then　you　will　never　return；〃　she　said。



〃Can　we　ever　be　really　parted？〃　I　asked；　with　a　look　which　made　her

drop　her　eyelids　for　all　answer。



I　left　her　after　a　few　moments　passed　in　that　happy　stupor　of　the

spirit　where　exaltation　ends　and　ecstasy　begins。　I　went　with　lagging

step；　looking　back　at　every　minute。　When；　from　the　summit　of　the　hill；

I　saw　the　valley　for　the　last　time　I　was　struck　with　the　contrast　it

presented　to　what　it　was　when　I　first　came　there。　Then　it　was　verdant；

then　it　glowed；　glowed　and　blossomed　like　my　hopes　and　my　desires。

Initiated　now　into　the　gloomy　secrets　of　a　family；　sharing　the　anguish

of　a　Christian　Niobe；　sad　with　her　sadness；　my　soul　darkened；　I　saw

the　valley　in　the　tone　of　my　own　thoughts。　The　fields　were　bare；　the

leaves　of　the　poplars　falling；　the　few　that　remained　were　rusty；　the

vine…stalks　were　burned；　the　tops　of　the　trees　were　tan…colored；　like

the　robes　in　which　royalty　once　clothed　itself　as　if　to　hide　the

purple　of　its　power　beneath　the　brown　of　grief。　Still　in　harmony　with

my　thoughts；　the　valley；　where　the　yellow　rays　of　the　setting　sun　were

coldly　dying；　seemed　to　me　a　living　image　of　my　heart。



To　leave　a　beloved　woman　is　terrible　or　natural；　according　as　the　mind

takes　it。　For　my　part；　I　found　myself　suddenly　in　a　strange　land　of

which　I　knew　not　the　language。　I　was　unable　to　lay　hold　of　things　to

which　my　soul　no　longer　felt　attachment。　Then　it　was　that　the　height

and　the　breadth　of　my　love　came　before　me；　my　Henriette　rose　in　all

her　majesty　in　this　desert　where　I　existed　only　through　thoughts　of

her。　That　form　so　worshipped　made　me　vow　to　keep　myself　spotless

before　my　soul's　divinity；　to　wear　ideally　the　white　robe　of　the

Levite；　like　Petrarch；　who　never　entered　Laura's　presence　unless

clothed　in　white。　With　what　impatience　I　awaited　the　first　night　of　my

return　to　my　father's　roof；　when　I　could　read　the　letter　which　I　felt

of　during　the　journey　as　a　miser　fingers　the　bank…bills　he　carries

about　him。　During　the　night　I　kissed　the　paper　on　which　my　Henriette

had　manifested　her　will；　I　sought　to　gather　the　mysterious　emanations

of　her　hand；　to　recover　the　intonations　of　her　voice　in　the　hush　of　my

being。　Since　then　I　have　never　read　her　letters　except　as　I　read　that

first　letter；　in　bed；　amid　total　silence。　I　cannot　understand　how　the

letters　of　our　beloved　can　be　read　in　any　other　way；　yet　there　are

men；　unworthy　to　be　loved；　who　read　such　letters　in　the　turmoil　of　the

day；　laying　them　aside　and　taking　them　up　again　with　odious　composure。



Here；　Natalie；　is　the　voice　which　echoed　through　the　silence　of　that

night。　Behold　the　noble　figure　which　stood　before　me　and　pointed　to

the　right　path　among　the　cross…ways　at　which　I　stood。



　　To　Monsieur　le　Vicomte　Felix　de　Vandenesse：



　　What　happiness　for　me；　dear　friend；　to　gather　the　scattered

　　elements　of　my　experience　that　I　may　arm　you　against　the　dangers

　　of　the　world；　through　which　I　pray　that　you　pass　scatheless。　I

　　have　felt　the　highest　pleasures　of　maternal　love　as　night　after

　　night　I　have　thought　of　these　things。　While　writing　this　letter；

　　sentence　by　sentence；　projecting　my　thoughts　into　the　life　you　are

　　about　to　lead；　I　went　often　to　my　window。　Looking　at　the　towers　of

　　Frapesle；　visible　in　the　moonlight；　I　said　to　myself；　〃He　sleeps；

　　I　wake　for　him。〃　Delightful　feelings！　which　recall　the　happiest　of

　　my　life；　when　I　watched　Jacques　sleeping　in　his　cradle　and　waited

　　till　he　wakened；　to　feed　him　with　my　milk。　You　are　the　man…child

　　whose　soul　must　now　be　strengthened　by　precepts　never　taught　in

　　schools；　but　which　we　women　have　the　privilege　of　inculcating。

　　These　precepts　will　influence　your　success；　they　prepare　the　way

　　for　it；　they　will　secure　it。　Am　I　not　exercising　a　spiritual

　　motherhood　in　giving　you　a　standard　by　which　to　judge　the　actions

　　of　your　life；　a　motherhood　comprehended；　is　it　not；　by　the　child？

　　Dear　Felix；　let　me；　even　though　I　may　make　a　few　mistakes；　let　me

　　give　to　our　friendship　a　proof　of　the　disinterestedness　which

　　sanctifies　it。



　　In　yielding　you　to　the　world　I　am　renouncing　you；　but　I　love　you

　　too　well　not　to　sacrifice　my　happiness　to　your　welfare。　For　the

　　last　four　months　you　have　made　me　reflect　deeply　on　the　laws　and

　　customs　which　regulate　our　epoch。　The　conversations　I　have　had

　　with　my　aunt；　well…known　to　you　who　have　replaced　her；　the　events

　　of　Monsieur　de　Mortsauf's　life；　which　he　has　told　me；　the　tales

　　related　by　my　father；　to　whom　society　and　the　court　are　familiar

　　in　their　greatest　as　well　as　in　their　smallest　aspects；　all　these

　　have　risen　in　my　memory　for　the　benefit　of　my　adopted　child　at　the

　　moment　when　he　is　about　to　be　launched；　well…nigh　alone；　among

　　men；　about　to　act　without　adviser　in　a　world　where　many　are

　　wrecked　by　their　own　best　qualities　thoughtlessly　displayed；　while

　　others　succeed　through　a　judicious　use　of　their　worst。



　　I　ask　you　to　ponder　this　statement　of　my　opinion　of　society　as　a

　　whole；　it　is　concise；　for　to　you　a　few　words　are　sufficient。



　　I　do　not　know　whether　societies　are　of　divine　origin　or　whether

　　they　were　invented　by　man。　I　am　equally　ignorant　of　the　direction

　　in　which　they　tend。　What　I　do　know　certainly　is　the　fact　of　their

　　existence。　No　sooner　therefore　do　you　enter　society；　instead　of

　　living　a　life　apart；　than　you　are　bound　to　consider　its　conditions

　　binding；　a　contract　is　signed　between　you。　Does　society　in　these

　　days　gain　more　from　a　man　than　it　returns　to　him？　I　think　so；　but

　　as　to　whether　the　individual　man　finds　more　cost　than　profit；　or

　　buys　too　dear　the　advantages　he　obtains；　concerns　the　legislator

　　only；　I　have　nothing　to　say　to　that。　In　my　judgment　you　are　bound

　　to　obey　in　all　things　the　general　law；　without　discussion；　whether

　　it　injures　or　benefits　your　personal　interests。　This　principle　may

　　seem　to　you　a　very　simple　one；　but　it　is　difficult　of　application；

　　it　is　like　sap；　which　must　infiltrate　the　smallest　of　the

　　capillary　tubes　to　stir　the　tree；　renew　its　verdure；　develop　its

　　flowers；　and　ripen　fruit。　Dear；　the　laws　of　society　are　not　all

　　written　in　a　book；　manners　and　customs　create　laws；　the　more

　　important　of　which　are　often　the　least　known。　Believe　me；　there

　　are　neither　teachers；　nor　schools；　nor　text…books　for　the　laws

　　that　are　now　to　regulate　your　actions；　your　language；　your　visible

　　life；　the　manner　of　your　presentation　to　the　world；　and　your　quest

　　of　fortune。　Neglect　those　secret　laws　or　fail　to　understand　them；

　　and　you　stay　at　the　foot　of　the　social　system　instead　of　l