A Prince of Bohemia...........................................................................................................................................1

"My dear friend," said Mme. de la Baudraye, drawing a pile of manuscript from beneath her sofa cushion,

"will you pardon me in our present straits for making a short story of something which you told me a few

"Anything is fair in these times. Have you not seen writers serving up their own hearts to the public, or very

often their mistress' hearts when invention fails? We are coming to this, dear; we shall go in quest of

adventures, not so much for the pleasure of them as for the sake of having the story to tell afterwards."

"After all, you and the Marquise de Rochefide have paid the rent, and I do not think, from the way things are

"Who knows? Perhaps the same good luck that befell Mme. de Rochefide may come to you."

"Scenea splendid salon in the Rue de ChartresduRoule. One of the most famous writers of the day

discovered sitting on a settee beside a very illustrious Marquise, with whom he is on such terms of intimacy,

as a man has a right to claim when a woman singles him out and keeps him at her side as a complacent

"Well," says she, "have you found those letters of which you spoke yesterday? You said that you could not

"It is your turn to speak; I am listening like a child when his mother begins the tale of Le Grand Serpentin

"I count the young man in question in that group of our acquaintances which we are wont to style our friends.

He comes of a good family; he is a man of infinite parts and illluck, full of excellent dispositions and most

charming conversation; young as he is, he is seen much, and while awaiting better things, he dwells in

Bohemia. Bohemianism, which by rights should be called the doctrine of the Boulevard des Italiens, finds its

recruits among young men between twenty and thirty, all of them men of genius in their way, little known, it

is true, as yet, but sure of recognition one day, and when that day comes, of great distinction. They are

distinguished as it is at carnival time, when their exuberant wit, repressed for the rest of the year, finds a vent

"What times we live in! What an irrational central power which allows such tremendous energies to run to

waste! There are diplomatists in Bohemia quite capable of overturning Russia's designs, if they but felt the

power of France at their backs. There are writers, administrators, soldiers, and artists in Bohemia; every

faculty, every kind of brain is represented there. Bohemia is a microcosm. If the Czar would buy Bohemia for

a score of millions and set its population down in Odessaalways supposing that they consented to leave the

asphalt of the boulevardsOdessa would be Paris with the year. In Bohemia, you find the flower doomed to

wither and come to nothing; the flower of the wonderful young manhood of France, so sought after by

Napoleon and Louis XIV., so neglected for the last thirty years by the modern Gerontocracy that is blighting

everything elsethat splendid young manhood of whom a witness so little prejudiced as Professor Tissot

wrote, 'On all sides the Emperor employed a younger generation in every way worthy of him; in his councils,

in the general administration, in negotiations bristling with difficulties or full of danger, in the government of

conquered countries; and in all places Youth responded to his demands upon it. Young men were for

"The word Bohemia tells you everything. Bohemia has nothing and lives upon what it has. Hope is its

religion; faith (in oneself) its creed; and charity is supposed to be its budget. All these young men are greater

than their misfortune; they are under the feet of Fortune, yet more than equal to Fate. Always ready to mount

and ride an if, witty as a feuilleton, blithe as only those can be that are deep in debt and drink deep to match,

and finallyfor here I come to my pointhot lovers and what lovers! Picture to yourself Lovelace, and

Henri Quatre, and the Regent, and Werther, and SaintPreux, and Rene, and the Marechal de

Richelieuthink of all these in a single man, and you will have some idea of their way of love. What lovers!

Eclectic of all things in love, they will serve up a passion to a woman's order; their hearts are like a bill of

fare in a restaurant. Perhaps they have never read Stendhal's De l'Amour, but unconsciously they put it in

practice. They have by heart their chaptersLoveTaste, LovePassion, LoveCaprice, LoveCrystalized,

and more than all, LoveTransient. All is good in their eyes. They invented the burlesque axiom, 'In the sight

of man, all women are equal.' The actual text is more vigorously worded, but as in my opinion the spirit is

"My friend, madame, is named Gabriel Jean Anne Victor Benjamin George Ferdinand Charles Edward

Rusticoli, Comte de la Palferine. The Rusticolis came to France with Catherine de Medici, having been

ousted about that time from their infinitesimal Tuscan sovereignty. They are distantly related to the house of

Este, and connected by marriage to the Guises. On the day of SaintBartholomew they slew a goodly number

of Protestants, and Charles IX. bestowed the hand of the heiress of the Comte de la Palferine upon the

Rusticoli of that time. The Comte, however, being a part of the confiscated lands of the Duke of Savoy, was

repurchased by Henri IV. when that great king so far blundered as to restore the fief; and in exchange, the

Rusticoliwho had borne arms long before the Medici bore them towit, argent a cross flory azure (the

cross flowerdeluced by letters patent granted by Charles IX.), and a count's coronet, with two peasants for

supporters with the motto IN HOC SIGNO VINCIMUSthe Rusticoli, I repeat, retained their title, and

"From the time of the Valois till the reign of Richelieu, as it may be called, the Rusticoli played a most

illustrious part; under Louis XIV. their glory waned somewhat, under Louis XV. it went out altogether. My

friend's grandfather wasted all that was left to the once brilliant house with Mlle. Laguerre, whom he first

discovered, and brought into fashion before Bouret's time. Charles Edward's own father was an officer

without any fortune in 1789. The Revolution came to his assistance; he had the sense to drop his title, and

became plain Rusticoli. Among other deeds, M. Rusticoli married a wife during the war in Italy, a Capponi, a

goddaughter of the Countess of Albany (hence La Palferine's final names). Rusticoli was one of the best

colonels in the army. The Emperor made him a commander of the Legion of Honor and a count. His spine

was slightly curved, and his son was wont to say of him laughingly that he was un comte refait (contrefait).

"General Count Rusticoli, for he became a brigadiergeneral at Ratisbon and a general of the division on the

field of Wagram, died at Vienna almost immediately after his promotion, or his name and ability would

sooner or later have brought him the marshal's baton. Under the Restoration he would certainly have repaired

the fortunes of a great and noble family so brilliant even as far back as 1100, centuries before they took the

French titlefor the Rusticoli had given a pope to the church and twice revolutionized the kingdom of

Naplesso illustrious again under the Valois; so dexterous in the days of the Fronde, that obstinate

Frondeurs though they were, they still existed through the reign of Louis XIV. Mazarin favored them; there

"Today, when Charles Edward de la Palferine's name is mentioned, not three persons in a hundred know the

history of his house. But the Bourbons have actually left a FoixGrailly to live by his easel.

"Ah, if you but knew how brilliantly Charles Edward accepts his obscure position! how he scoffs at the

bourgeois of 1830! What Attic salt in his wit! He would be the king of Bohemia, if Bohemia would endure a

king. His verve is inexhaustible. To him we owe a map of the country and the names of the seven castles

"The one thing wanting in one of the cleverest skits of our time," said the Marquise.

"You can form your own opinion of La Palferine from a few characteristic touches," continued Nathan. "He

once came upon a friend of his, a fellowBohemian, involved in a dispute on the boulevard with a bourgeois

who chose to consider himself affronted. To the modern powers that be, Bohemia is insolent in the extreme.

" 'One moment,' interposed La Palferine, as much Lauzun for the occasion as Lauzun himself could have

" 'One moment, my dear fellow,' interrupted La Palferine. 'There are the Trigaudins. Are you one of them?'

" 'No? Then you are one of the new dukes of Gaeta, I suppose, of imperial creation? No? Oh, well, how can

you expect my friend to cross swords with you when he will be secretary of an embassy and ambassador

some day, and you will owe him respect? Godin! the thing is non existent! You are a nonentity, Godin. My

friend cannot be expected to beat the air! When one is somebody, one cannot fight with a nobody! Come, my

"Another day La Palferine was walking with a friend who flung his cigar end in the face of a passerby. The

" 'You have stood your antagonist's fire,' said the young Count, 'the witnesses declare that honor is satisfied.'

"La Palferine owed his tailor a thousand francs, and the man instead of going himself sent his assistant to ask

for the money. The assistant found the unfortunate debtor up six pairs of stairs at the back of a yard at the

further end of the Faubourg du Roule. The room was unfurnished save for a bed (such a bed!), a table, and

such a table! La Palferine heard the preposterous demand'A demand which I should qualify as illegal,' he

said when he told us the story, 'made, as it was, at seven o'clock in the morning.'

" 'Go,' he answered, with the gesture and attitude of a Mirabeau, 'tell your master in what condition you find

"The assistant apologized and withdrew. La Palferine, seeing the young man on the landing, rose in the attire

celebrated in verse in Britannicus to add, 'Remark the stairs! Pay particular attention to the stairs; do not

"In every position into which chance has thrown La Palferine, he has never failed to rise to the occasion. All

that he does is witty and never in bad taste; always and in everything he displays the genius of Rivarol, the

polished subtlety of the old French noble. It was he who told that delicious anecdote of a friend of Laffitte the

banker. A national fund had been started to give back to Laffitte the mansion in which the Revolution of 1830

was brewed, and this friend appeared at the offices of the fund with, 'Here are five francs, give me a hundred

sous change!'A caricature was made of it.It was once La Palferine's misfortune, in judicial style, to

make a young girl a mother. The girl, not a very simple innocent, confessed all to her mother, a respectable

"She collapsed, but three or four years later she returned to the charge, still persisting in her inquiry, 'What

" 'Well, madame,' returned he, 'when the child is seven years old, an age at which a boy ought to pass out of

women's hands'an indication of entire agreement on the mother's part'if the child is really

mine'another gesture of assent'if there is a striking likeness, if he bids fair to be a gentleman, if I can

recognize in him my turn of mind, and more particularly the Rusticoli air; then, ohah!'a new movement

"All this, if you will permit me to make use of the phraseology employed by M. SainteBeuve for his

biographies of obscuritiesall this, I repeat, is the playful and sprightly yet already somewhat decadent side

of a strong race. It smacks rather of the ParcauxCerfs than of the Hotel de Rambouillet. It is a race of the

strong rather than of the sweet; I incline to lay a little debauchery to its charge, and more than I should wish

in brilliant and generous natures; it is gallantry after the fashion of the Marechal de Richelieu, high spirits and

frolic carried rather too far; perhaps we may see in it the outrances of another age, the Eighteenth Century

pushed to extremes; it harks back to the Musketeers; it is an exploit stolen from Champcenetz; nay, such

lighthearted inconstancy takes us back to the festooned and ornate period of the old court of the Valois. In

an age as moral as the present, we are bound to regard audacity of this kind sternly; still, at the same time that

'cornet of sugarplums' may serve to warn young girls of the perils of lingering where fancies, more

charming than chastened, come thickly from the first; on the rosy flowery unguarded slopes, where trespasses

ripen into errors full of equivocal effervescence, into too palpitating issues. The anecdote puts La Palferine's

genius before you in all its vivacity and completeness. He realizes Pascal's entredeux, he comprehends the

whole scale between tenderness and pitilessness, and, like Epaminondas, he is equally great in extremes. And

not merely so, his epigram stamps the epoch; the accoucheur is a modern innovation. All the refinements of

"Look here, my dear Nathan, what farrago of nonsense is this?" asked the Marquise in bewilderment.

"Madame la Marquise," returned Nathan, "you do not know the value of these 'precious' phrases; I am talking

SainteBeuve, the new kind of French.I resume. Walking one day arm in arm with a friend along the

"Remark the difficulty of the position. Talleyrand, in similar circumstances, had already replied, 'You are

very inquisitive, my dear fellow!' To imitate the inimitable great man was out of the question. La

Palferine, generous as Buckingham, could not bear to be caught emptyhanded. One day when he had

nothing to give a little Savoyard chimneysweeper, he dipped a hand into a barrel of grapes in a grocer's

doorway and filled the child's cap from it. The little one ate away at his grapes; the grocer began by laughing,

" 'Oh, fie! monsieur,' said La Palferine, 'your left hand ought not to know what my right hand doth.'

"With his adventurous courage, he never refuses any odds, but there is wit in his bravado. In the Passage de

l'Opera he chanced to meet a man who had spoken slightingly of him, elbowed him as he passed, and then

"The young man pulled out his card. La Palferine dropped it. 'It has been carried too long in the pocket. Be

"On the ground he received a thrust; blood was drawn; his antagonist wished to stop.

" 'I disallow the botte,' said La Palferine, as coolly as if he had been in the fencingsaloon; then as he riposted

(sending the point home this time), he added, 'There is the right thrust, monsieur!'

"This, still following on M. SainteBeuve's tracks, recalls the raffines, the fineedged raillery of the best

days of the monarchy. In this speech you discern an untrammeled but drifting life; a gaiety of imagination

that deserts us when our first youth is past. The prime of the blossom is over, but there remains the dry

compact seed with the germs of life in it, ready against the coming winter. Do you not see that these things

are symptoms of something unsatisfied, of an unrest impossible to analyze, still less to describe, yet not

incomprehensible; a something ready to break out if occasion calls into flying upleaping flame? It is the

accidia of the cloister; a trace of sourness, of ferment engendered by the enforced stagnation of youthful

"It is the early afternoon languor. If a man has nothing to do, he will sooner get into mischief than do nothing

at all; this invariably happens in France. Youth at present day has two sides to it; the studious or

"That will do!" repeated Mme. de Rochefide, with an authoritative gesture. "You are setting my nerves on

"To finish my portrait of La Palferine, I hasten to make the plunge into the gallant regions of his character, or

you will not understand the peculiar genius of an admirable representative of a certain section of mischievous

youthyouth strong enough, be it said, to laugh at the position in which it is put by those in power; shrewd

enough to do no work, since work profiteth nothing; yet so full of life that it fastens upon pleasurethe one

thing that cannot be taken away. And meanwhile a bourgeois, mercantile, and bigoted policy continues to cut

off all the sluices through which so much aptitude and ability would find an outlet. Poets and men of science

"To give you an idea of the stupidity of the new court, I will tell you of something which happened to La

Palferine. There is a sort of relieving officer on the civil list. This functionary one day discovered that La

Palferine was in dire distress, drew up a report, no doubt, and brought the descendant of the Rusticolis fifty

francs by way of alms. La Palferine received the visitor with perfect courtesy, and talked of various persons

" 'Is it true,' he asked, 'that Mlle. d'Orleans contributes such and such a sum to this benevolent scheme started

"Now La Palferine had a servant, a little Savoyard, aged ten, who waited on him without wages. La Palferine

called him Father Anchises, and used to say, 'I have never seen such a mixture of besotted foolishness with

great intelligence; he would go through fire and water for me; he understands everythingand yet he cannot

"Anchises was despatched to a livery stable with instructions to hire a handsome brougham with a man in

livery behind it. By the time the carriage arrived below, La Palferine had skilfully piloted the conversation to

the subject of the functions of his visitor, whom he has since called 'the unmitigated misery man,' and learned

"At that La Palferine and a friend who happened to be with him went downstairs with the poor soul, and

insisted on putting him into the carriage. It was raining in torrents. La Palferine had thought of everything. He

offered to drive the official to the next house on his list; and when the almoner came down again, he found

the carriage waiting for him at the door. The man in livery handed him a note written in pencil:

" 'The carriage has been engaged for three days. Count Rusticoli de la Palferine is too happy to associate

"He was once passionately loved by a lady of somewhat light conduct. Antonia lived in the Rue du Helder;

she had seen and been seen to some extent, but at the time of her acquaintance with La Palferine she had not

yet 'an establishment.' Antonia was not wanting in the insolence of old days, now degenerating into rudeness

among women of her class. After a fortnight of unmixed bliss, she was compelled, in the interest of her civil

list, to return to a less exclusive system; and La Palferine, discovering a certain lack of sincerity in her

" 'MADAME,Your conduct causes me much surprise and no less distress. Not content with rending my

heart with your disdain, you have been so little thoughtful as to retain a toothbrush, which my means will not

" 'Adieu, too fair and too ungrateful friend! May we meet again in a better world.

"Assuredly (to avail ourselves yet further of SainteBeuve's Babylonish dialect), this far outpasses the

raillery of Sterne's Sentimental Journey; it might be Scarron without his grossness. Nay, I do not know but

that Moliere in his lighter mood would not have said of it, as of Cyrano de Bergerac's best'This is mine.'

Richelieu himself was not more complete when he wrote to the princess waiting for him in the Palais

Royal'Stay there, my queen, to charm the scullion lads.' At the same time, Charles Edward's humor is less

biting. I am not sure that this kind of wit was known among the Greeks and Romans. Plato, possibly, upon a

"No more of that jargon," the Marquise broke in, "in print it may be endurable; but to have it grating upon my

"He first met Claudine on this wise," continued Nathan. "It was one of the unfilled days, when Youth is a

burden to itself; days when youth, reduced by the overweening presumption of Age to a condition of potential

energy and dejection, emerges therefrom (like Blondet under the Restoration), either to get into mischief or to

set about some colossal piece of buffoonery, half excused by the very audacity of its conception. La Palferine

was sauntering, cane in hand, up and down the pavement between the Rue de Grammont and the Rue de

Richelieu, when in the distance he descried a woman too elegantly dressed, covered, as he phrased it, with a

great deal of portable property, too expensive and too carelessly worn for its owner to be other than a princess

of the court or of the stage, it was not easy at first to say which. But after July 1830, in his opinion, there is no

"The Count came up and walked by her side as if she had given him an assignation. He followed her with a

courteous persistence, a persistence in good taste, giving the lady from time to time, and always at the right

moment, an authoritative glance, which compelled her to submit to his escort. Anybody but La Palferine

would have been frozen by his reception, and disconcerted by the lady's first efforts to rid herself of her

cavalier, by her chilly air, her curt speeches; but no gravity, with all the will in the world, could hold out long

against La Palferine's jesting replies. The fair stranger went into her milliner's shop. Charles Edward

followed, took a seat, and gave his opinions and advice like a man that meant to pay. This coolness disturbed

" 'Monsieur, I am about to call upon one of my husband's relatives, an elderly lady, Mme. de Bonfalot'

"The pair accordingly went. Charles Edward came in with the lady, every one believed that she had brought

him with her. He took part in the conversation, was lavish of his polished and brilliant wit. The visit

" 'Madame,' he said, addressing the fair stranger, 'do not forget that your husband is waiting for us, and only

"Taken aback by such boldness (which, as you know, is never displeasing to you women), led captive by the

conqueror's glance, by the astute yet candid air which Charles Edward can assume when he chooses, the lady

rose, took the arm of her selfconstituted escort, and went downstairs, but on the threshold she stopped to

" 'But this may turn to earnest,' he added; 'it only rests with you. I am the Comte de la Palferine, and I am

"La Palferine was at that time twentytwo years old. (This happened in 1834.) Luckily for him, he was

fashionably dressed. I can paint his portrait for you in a few words. He was the living image of Louis XIII.,

with the same white forehead and gracious outline of the temples, the same olive skin (that Italian olive tint

which turns white where the light falls on it), the brown hair worn rather long, the black 'royale,' the grave

and melancholy expression, for La Palferine's character and exterior were amazingly at variance.

"At the sound of the name, and the sight of its owner, something like a quiver thrilled through Claudine. La

Palferine saw the vibration, and shot a glance at her out of the dark depths of almondshaped eyes with

purpled lids, and those faint lines about them which tell of pleasures as costly as painful fatigue. With those

" 'Goodbye, madame, you are such a woman as I seek, but my fortune is far from equaling my desire'

"He bowed, and there and then left her. Two days later, by one of the strange chances that can only happen in

Paris, he had betaken himself to a moneylending wardrobe dealer to sell such of his clothing as he could

spare. He was just receiving the price with an uneasy air, after long chaffering, when the stranger lady passed

" 'Once for all,' cried he to the bewildered wardrobe dealer, 'I tell you I am not going to take your trumpet!'

"He pointed to a huge, muchdinted musical instrument, hanging up outside against a background of

uniforms, civil and military. Then, proudly and impetuously, he followed the lady.

"From that great day of the trumpet these two understood one another to admiration. Charles Edward's ideas

on the subject of love are as sound as possible. According to him, a man cannot love twice, there is but one

love in his lifetime, but that love is a deep and shoreless sea. It may break in upon him at any time, as the

grace of God found St. Paul; and a man may live sixty years and never know love. Perhaps, to quote Heine's

superb phrase, it is 'the secret malady of the heart' a sense of the Infinite that there is within us, together

with the revelation of the ideal Beauty in its visible form. This love, in short, comprehends both the creature

and creation. But so long as there is no question of this great poetical conception, the loves that cannot last

can only be taken lightly, as if they were in a manner snatches of song compared with Love the epic.

"To Charles Edward the adventure brought neither the thunderbolt signal of love's coming, nor yet that

gradual revelation of an inward fairness which draws two natures by degrees more and more strongly each to

each. For there are but two ways of lovelove at first sight, doubtless akin to the Highland 'secondsight,'

and that slow fusion of two natures which realizes Plato's 'manwoman.' But if Charles Edward did not love,

he was loved to distraction. Claudine found love made complete, body and soul; in her, in short, La Palferine

awakened the one passion of her life; while for him Claudine was only a most charming mistress. The Devil

himself, a most potent magician certainly, with all hell at his back, could never have changed the natures of

these two unequal fires. I dare affirm that Claudine not unfrequently bored Charles Edward.

" 'Stale fish and the woman you do not love are only fit to fling out of the window after three days,' he used to

"In Bohemia there is little secrecy observed over these affairs. La Palferine used to talk a good deal of

Claudine; but, at the same time, none of us saw her, nor so much as knew her name. For us Claudine was

almost a mythical personage. All of us acted in the same way, reconciling the requirements of our common

life with the rules of good taste. Claudine, Hortense, the Baroness, the Bourgeoise, the Empress, the Spaniard,

the Lioness,these were cryptic titles which permitted us to pour out our joys, our cares, vexations, and

hopes, and to communicate our discoveries. Further, none of us went. It has been shown, in Bohemia, that

chance discovered the identity of the fair unknown; and at once, as by tacit convention, not one of us spoke of

her again. This fact may show how far youth possesses a sense of true delicacy. How admirably certain

natures of a finer clay know the limit line where jest must end, and all that host of things French covered by

the slang word blague, a word which will shortly be cast out of the language (let us hope), and yet it is the

"So we often used to joke about Claudine and the Count'Toujours Claudine?' sung to the air of Toujours

" 'I wish you all such a mistress, for all the harm I wish you,' La Palferine began one day. 'No greyhound, no

bassetdog, no poodle can match her in gentleness, submissiveness, and complete tenderness. There are times

when I reproach myself, when I take myself to task for my hard heart. Claudine obeys with saintly sweetness.

She comes to me, I tell her to go, she goes, she does not even cry till she is out in the courtyard. I refuse to

see her for a whole week at a time. I tell her to come at such an hour on Tuesday; and be it midnight or six

o'clock in the morning, ten o'clock, five o'clock, breakfast time, dinner time, bed time, any particularly

inconvenient hour in the day she will come, punctual to the minute, beautiful, beautifully dressed, and

enchanting. And she is a married woman, with all the complications and duties of a household. The fibs that

she must invent, the reasons she must find for conforming to my whims would tax the ingenuity of some of

us! . . . Claudine never wearies; you can always count upon her. It is not love, I tell her, it is infatuation. She

writes to me every day; I do not read her letters; she found that out, but still she writes. See here; there are

two hundred letters in this casket. She begs me to wipe my razors on one of her letters every day, and I

punctually do so. She thinks, and rightly, that the sight of her handwriting will put me in mind of her.'

"La Palferine was dressing as he told us this. I took up the letter which he was about to put to this use, read it,

and kept it, as he did not ask to have it back. Here it is. I looked for it, and found it as I promised.

" 'Well, my dear, are you satisfied with me? I did not even ask for your hand, yet you might easily have given

it to me, and I longed so much to hold it to my heart, to my lips. No, I did not ask, I am so afraid of

displeasing you. Do you know one thing? Though I am cruelly sure that anything I do is a matter of perfect

indifference to you, I am none the less extremely timid in my conduct: the woman that belongs to you,

whatever her title to call herself yours, must not incur so much as the shadow of blame. In so far as love

comes from the angels in heaven, from whom are no secrets hid, my love is as pure as the purest; wherever I

" 'All that you said about my manner of dress impressed me very much; I began to understand how far above

others are those that come of a noble race. There was still something of the opera girl in my gowns, in my

way of dressing my hair. In a moment I saw the distance between me and good taste. Next time you will

receive a duchess, you shall not know me again! Ah! how good you have been to your Claudine! How many

and many a time I have thanked you for telling me those things! What interest lay in those few words! You

have taken thought for that thing belonging to you called Claudine? This imbecile would never have opened

my eyes; he thinks that everything I do is right; and besides, he is much too humdrum, too matteroffact to

" 'Tuesday is very slow of coming for my impatient mind! On Tuesday I shall be with you for several hours.

Ah! when it comes I will try to think that the hours are months, that it will be so always. I am living in hope

of that morning now, as I shall live upon the memory of it afterwards. Hope is memory that craves; and

recollection, memory sated. What a beautiful life within life thought makes for us in this way!

" 'Sometimes I dream of inventing new ways of tenderness all my own, a secret which no other woman shall

guess. A cold sweat breaks out over me at the thought that something may happen to prevent this morning.

Oh, I would break with him for good, if need was, but nothing here could possibly interfere; it would be from

your side. Perhaps you may decide to go out, perhaps to go to see some other woman. Oh! spare me this

Tuesday for pity's sake. If you take it from me, Charles, you do not know what he will suffer; I should drive

him wild. But even if you do not want me, or you are going out, let me come, all the same, to be with you

while you dress; only to see you, I ask no more than that; only to show you that I love you without a thought

" 'Since you gave me leave to love you, for you gave me leave, since I am yours; since that day I loved and

love you with the whole strength of my soul; and I shall love you for ever, for once having loved you, no one

could, no one ought to love another. And, you see, when those eyes that ask nothing but to see you are upon

you, you will feel that in your Claudine there is a something divine, called into existence by you.

" 'Alas! with you I can never play the coquette. I am like a mother with her child; I endure anything from you;

I, that was once so imperious and proud. I have made dukes and princes fetch and carry for me;

aidesdecamp, worth more than all the court of Charles X. put together, have done my errands, yet I am

treating you as my spoilt child. But where is the use of coquetry? It would be pure waste. And yet, monsieur,

for want of coquetry I shall never inspire love in you. I know it; I feel it; yet I do as before, feeling a power

that I cannot withstand, thinking that this utter selfsurrender will win me the sentiment innate in all men (so

" 'Ah! how darkly sadness entered my heart yesterday when I found that I must give up the joy of seeing you.

One single thought held me back from the arms of Death!It was thy will! To stay away was to do thy will,

to obey an order from thee. Oh! Charles, I was so pretty; I looked a lovelier woman for you than that

beautiful German princess whom you gave me for an example, whom I have studied at the Opera. And

yetyou might have thought that I had overstepped the limits of my nature. You have left me no confidence

in myself; perhaps I am plain after all. Oh! I loathe myself, I dream of my radiant Charles Edward, and my

brain turns. I shall go mad, I know I shall. Do not laugh, do not talk to me of the fickleness of women. If we

are inconstant, you are strangely capricious. You take away the hours of love that made a poor creature's

happiness for ten whole days; the hours on which she drew to be charming and kind to all that came to see

her! After all, you were the source of my kindness to him; you do not know what pain you give him. I wonder

what I must do to keep you, or simply to keep the right to be yours sometimes. . . . When I think that you

never would come here to me! . . . With what delicious emotion I would wait upon you!There are other

women more favored than I. There are women to whom you say, 'I love you.' To me you have never said

more than 'You are a good girl.' Certain speeches of yours, though you do not know it, gnaw at my heart.

Clever men sometimes ask me what I am thinking. . . . I am thinking of my selfabasementthe prostration

"There are still three more pages, you see. La Palferine allowed me to take the letter, with the traces of tears

that still seemed hot upon it! Here was proof of the truth of his story. Marcas, a shy man enough with women,

was in ecstacies over a second which he read in his corner before lighting his pipe with it.

" 'Why, any woman in love will write that sort of thing!' cried La Palferine. 'Love gives all women

intelligence and style, which proves that here in France style proceeds from the matter and not from the

words. See now how well this is thought out, how clearheaded sentiment is'and with that he reads us

another letter, far superior to the artificial and labored productions which we novelists write.

"One day poor Claudine heard that La Palferine was in a critical position; it was a question of meeting a bill

of exchange. An unlucky idea occurred to her; she put a tolerably large sum in gold into an exquisitely

" 'Who has taught you as to be so bold as to meddle with my household affairs?' La Palferine cried angrily.

'Mend my socks and work slippers for me, if it amuses you. So!you will play the duchess, and you turn the

"He emptied the purse into his hand as he spoke, and made as though he would fling the money in her face.

Claudine, in her terror, did not guess that he was joking; she shrank back, stumbled over a chair, and fell with

her head against the corner of the marble chimneypiece. She thought she should have died. When she could

speak, poor woman, as she lay on the bed, all that she said was, 'I deserved it, Charles!'

"For a moment La Palferine was in despair; his anguish revived Claudine. She rejoiced in the mishap; she

took advantage of her suffering to compel La Palferine to take the money and release him from an awkward

position. Then followed a variation on La Fontaine's fable, in which a man blesses the thieves that brought

him a sudden impulse of tenderness from his wife. And while we are upon this subject, another saying will

"Claudine went home again, made up some kind of tale as best she could to account for her bruised forehead,

and fell dangerously ill. An abscess formed in the head. The doctorBianchon, I believeyes, it was

Bianchonwanted to cut off her hair. The Duchesse de Berri's hair is not more beautiful than Claudine's; she

would not hear of it, she told Bianchon in confidence that she could not allow it to be cut without leave from

the Comte de Palferine. Bianchon went to Charles Edward. Charles Edward heard him with much

seriousness. The doctor had explained the case at length, and showed that it was absolutely necessary to

" 'Cut off Claudine's hair!' cried he in peremptory tones. 'No. I would sooner lose her.'

"Even now, after a lapse of four years, Bianchon still quotes that speech; we have laughed over it for half an

hour together. Claudine, informed of the verdict, saw in it a proof of affections; she felt sure that she was

loved. In the face of her weeping family, with her husband on his knees, she was inexorable. She kept the

hair. The strength that came with the belief that she was loved came to her aid, the operation succeeded

perfectly. There are stirrings of the inner life which throw all the calculations of surgery into disorder and

"Claudine wrote a delicious letter to La Palferine, a letter in which the orthography was doubtful and the

punctuation all to seek, to tell him of the happy result of the operation, and to add that Love was wiser than

" 'Why, she is not at all troublesome; she leaves you master of your actions,' objected we.

" 'That is true,' returned La Palferine, 'but I do not choose that anything shall slip into my life without my

"From that day he set himself to torment Claudine. It seemed that he held the bourgeoise, the nobody, in utter

horror; nothing would satisfy him but a woman with a title. Claudine, it was true, had made progress; she had

learned to dress as well as the bestdressed woman of the Faubourg SaintGermain; she had freed her

bearing of the unhallowed traces; she walked with a chastened, inimitable grace; but this was not enough.

"But one day La Palferine said, 'If you wish to be the mistress of one La Palferine, poor, penniless, and

without prospects as he is, you ought at least to represent him worthily. You should have a carriage and

liveried servants and a title. Give me all the gratifications of vanity that will never be mine in my own person.

The woman whom I honor with my regard ought never to go on foot; if she is bespattered with mud, I suffer.

That is how I am made. If she is mine, she must be admired of all Paris. All Paris shall envy me my good

fortune. If some little whippersnapper seeing a brilliant countess pass in her brilliant carriage shall say to

himself, "Who can call such a divinity his?" and grow thoughtfulwhy, it will double my pleasure.'

"La Palferine owned to us that he flung this programme at Claudine's head simply to rid himself of her. As a

result he was stupefied with astonishment for the first and probably the only time in his life.

" 'Dear,' she said, and there was a ring in her voice that betrayed the great agitation which shook her whole

" 'You have told me what I must do to be your mistress still,' she added; 'I am glad.'

" 'And then' (La Palferine told us) 'she went out with a little coquettish gesture like a woman that has had her

way. As she stood in my garrett doorway, tall and proud, she seemed to reach the stature of an antique sibyl.'

"All this should sufficiently explain the manners and customs of the Bohemia in which the young

condottiere is one of the most brilliant figures," Nathan continued after a pause. "Now it so happened that I

discovered Claudine's identity, and could understand the appalling truth of one line which you perhaps

The Marquise, too thoughtful now for laughter, bade Nathan "Go on," in a tone that told him plainly how

deeply she had been impressed by these strange things, and even more plainly how much she was interested

"In 1829, one of the most influential, steady, and clever of dramatic writers was du Bruel. His real name is

unknown to the public, on the playbills he is de Cursy. Under the Restoration he had a place in the Civil

Service; and being really attached to the elder branch, he sent in his resignation bravely in 1830, and ever

since has written twice as many plays to fill the deficit in his budget made by his noble conduct. At that time

du Bruel was forty years old; you know the story of his life. Like many of his brethren, he bore a stage dancer

an affection hard to explain, but well known in the whole world of letters. The woman, as you know, was

Tullia, one of the premiers sujets of the Academie Royale de Musique. Tullia is merely a pseudonym like du

"For the ten years between 1817 and 1827 Tullia was in her glory on the heights of the stage of the Opera.

With more beauty than education, a mediocre dancer with rather more sense than most of her class, she took

no part in the virtuous reforms which ruined the corps de ballet; she continued the Guimard dynasty. She

owed her ascendency, moreover, to various wellknown protectors, to the Duc de Rhetore (the Due de

Chaulieu's eldest son), to the influence of a famous Superintendent of Fine Arts, and sundry diplomatists and

rich foreigners. During her apogee she had a neat little house in the Rue Chauchat, and lived as Opera

nymphs used to live in the old days. Du Bruel was smitten with her about the time when the Duke's fancy

came to an end in 1823. Being a mere subordinate in the Civil Service, du Bruel tolerated the Superintendent

of Fine Arts, believing that he himself was really preferred. After six years this connection was almost a

marriage. Tullia has always been very careful to say nothing of her family; we have a vague idea that she

comes from Nanterre. One of her uncles, formerly a simple bricklayer or carpenter, is now, it is said, a very

rich contractor, thanks to her influence and generous loans. This fact leaked out through du Bruel. He

happened to say that Tullia would inherit a fine fortune sooner or later. The contractor was a bachelor; he had

"In 1829 Tullia retired from the stage of her own accord. At the age of thirty she saw that she was growing

somewhat stouter, and she had tried pantomime without success. Her whole art consisted in the trick of

raising her skirts, after Noblet's manner, in a pirouette which inflated them balloonfashion and exhibited the

smallest possible quantity of clothing to the pit. The aged Vestris had told her at the very beginning that this

temps, well executed by a fine woman, is worth all the art imaginable. It is the chestnote C of dancing. For

which reason, he said, the very greatest dancersCamargo, Guimard, and Taglioni, all of them thin, brown,

and plaincould only redeem their physical defects by their genius. Tullia, still in the height of her glory,

retired before younger and cleverer dancers; she did wisely. She was an aristocrat; she had scarcely stooped

below the noblesse in her liaisons; she declined to dip her ankles in the troubled waters of July. Insolent and

beautiful as she was, Claudine possessed handsome souvenirs, but very little ready money; still, her jewels

"On quitting the stage when she, forgotten today, was yet in the height of her fame, one thought possessed

hershe meant du Bruel to marry her; and at the time of this story, you must understand that the marriage

had taken place, but was kept a secret. How do women of her class contrive to make a man marry them after

seven or eight years of intimacy? What springs do they touch? What machinery do they set in motion? But,

however comical such domestic dramas may be, we are not now concerned with them. Du Bruel was secretly

"Cursy before his marriage was supposed to be a jolly companion; now and again he stayed out all night, and

to some extent led the life of a Bohemian; he would unbend at a supperparty. He went out to all appearance

to a rehearsal at the OperaComique, and found himself in some unaccountable way at Dieppe, or Baden, or

SaintGermain; he gave dinners, led the Titanic thriftless life of artists, journalists, and writers; levied his

tribute on all the greenrooms of Paris; and, in short, was one of us. Finot, Lousteau, du Tillet, Desroches,

Bixiou, Blondet, Couture, and des Lupeaulx tolerated him in spite of his pedantic manner and ponderous

official attitude. But once married, Tullia made a slave of du Bruel. There was no help for it. He was in love

" 'Tullia' (so he said) 'had left the stage to be his alone, to be a good and charming wife.' And somehow Tullia

managed to induce the most Puritanical members of du Bruel's family to accept her. From the very first,

before any one suspected her motives, she assiduously visited old Mme. de Bonfalot, who bored her horribly;

she made handsome presents to mean old Mme. de Chisse, du Bruel's greataunt; she spent a summer with

the latter lady, and never missed a single mass. She even went to confession, received absolution, and took

the sacrament; but this, you must remember, was in the country, and under the aunt's eyes.

" 'I shall have real aunts now, do you understand?' she said to us when she came back in the winter.

"She was so delighted with her respectability, so glad to renounce her independence, that she found means to

compass her end. She flattered the old people. She went on foot every day to sit for a couple of hours with

Mme. du Bruel the elder while that lady was illa Maintenon's stratagem which amazed du Bruel. And he

admired his wife without criticism; he was so fast in the toils already that he did not feel his bonds.

"Claudine succeeded in making him understand that only under the elastic system of a bourgeois government,

only at the bourgeois court of the CitizenKing, could a Tullia, now metamorphosed into a Mme. du Bruel,

be accepted in the society which her good sense prevented her from attempting to enter. Mme. de Bonfalot,

Mme. de Chisse, and Mme. du Bruel received her; she was satisfied. She took up the position of a

wellconducted, simple, and virtuous woman, and never acted out of character. In three years' time she was

" 'And still I cannot persuade myself that young Mme. du Bruel used to display her ankles, and the rest, to all

Paris, with the light of a hundred gasjets pouring upon her,' Mme. Anselme Popinot remarked naively.

"From this point of view, July 1830 inaugurated an era not unlike the time of the Empire, when a waiting

woman was received at Court in the person of Mme. Garat, a chiefjustice's 'lady.' Tullia had completely

broken, as you may guess, with all her old associates; of her former acquaintances, she only recognized those

who could not compromise her. At the time of her marriage she had taken a very charming little hotel

between a court and a garden, lavishing money on it with wild extravagance and putting the best part of her

furniture and du Bruel's into it. Everything that she thought common or ordinary was sold. To find anything

comparable to her sparkling splendor, you could only look back to the days when Sophie Arnould, a

"How far did this sumptuous existence affect du Bruel? It is a delicate question to ask, and a still more

delicate one to answer. A single incident will suffice to give you an idea of Tullia's crotchets. Her bedspread

of Brussels lace was worth ten thousand francs. A famous actress had another like it. As soon as Claudine

heard this, she allowed her cat, a splendid Angora, to sleep on the bed. That trait gives you the woman. Du

Bruel dared not say a word; he was ordered to spread abroad that challenge in luxury, so that it might reach

the other. Tullia was very fond of this gift from the Duc de Rhetore; but one day, five years after her

marriage, she played with her cat to such purpose that the coverletfurbelows, flounces, and allwas torn

to shreds, and replaced by a sensible quilt, a quilt that was a quilt, and not a symptom of the peculiar form of

insanity which drives these women to make up by an insensate luxury for the childish days when they lived

on raw apples, to quote the expression of a journalist. The day when the bedspread was torn to tatters

"Cursy was remarkable for his ferocious industry. Nobody suspects the source to which Paris owes the

patchandpowder eighteenth century vaudevilles that flooded the stage. Those thousandandone

vaudevilles, which raised such an outcry among the feuilletonistes, were written at Mme. du Bruel's express

desire. She insisted that her husband should purchase the hotel on which she had spent so much, where she

had housed five hundred thousand francs' worth of furniture. Wherefore Tullia never enters into explanations;

" 'People made a good deal of fun of Cursy,' said she; 'but, as a matter of fact, he found this house in the

eighteenth century rouge box, powder, puffs, and spangles. He would never have thought of it but for me,'

"She delivered herself thus on her return from a first night. Du Bruel's piece had succeeded, and she foresaw

an avalanche of criticisms. Tullia had her At Homes. Every Monday she gave a tea party; her society was as

select as might be, and she neglected nothing that could make her house pleasant. There was a bouillotte in

one room, conversation in another, and sometimes a concert (always short) in the large drawingroom. None

but the most eminent artists performed in the house. Tullia had so much good sense, that she attained to the

most exquisite tact, and herein, in all probability, lay the secret of her ascendency over du Bruel; at any rate,

he loved her with the love which use and wont at length makes indispensable to life. Every day adds another

thread to the strong, irresistible, intangible web, which enmeshes the most delicate fancies, takes captive

every most transient mood, and binding them together, holds a man captive hand and foot, heart and head.

"Tullia knew Cursy well; she knew every weak point in his armor, knew also how to heal his wounds.

"A passion of this kind is inscrutable for any observer, even for a man who prides himself, as I do, on a

certain expertness. It is everywhere unfathomable; the dark depths in it are darker than in any other mystery;

"Cursy was an old playwright, jaded by the life of the theatrical world. He liked comfort; he liked a luxurious,

affluent, easy existence; he enjoyed being a king in his own house; he liked to be host to a party of men of

letters in a hotel resplendent with royal luxury, with carefully chosen works of art shining in the setting.

Tullia allowed du Bruel to enthrone himself amid the tribe; there were plenty of journalists whom it was easy

enough to catch and ensnare; and, thanks to her evening parties and a welltimed loan here and there, Cursy

was not attacked too seriouslyhis plays succeeded. For these reasons he would not have separated from

Tullia for an empire. If she had been unfaithful, he would probably have passed it over, on condition that

none of his accustomed joys should be retrenched; yet, strange to say, Tullia caused him no twinges on this

account. No fancy was laid to her charge; if there had been any, she certainly had been very careful of

" 'My dear fellow,' du Bruel would say, laying down the law to us on the boulevard, 'there is nothing like one

of these women who have sown their wild oats and got over their passions. Such women as Claudine have

lived their bachelor life; they have been over head and ears in pleasure, and make the most adorable wives

that could be wished; they have nothing to learn, they are formed, they are not in the least prudish; they are

well broken in, and indulgent. So I strongly recommend everybody to take the "remains of a racer." I am the

" 'My dear fellow,' said the caricaturist, 'perhaps he is right to be in the wrong.'

"About a week afterwards, du Bruel asked us to dine with him one Tuesday. That morning I went to see him

on a piece of theatrical business, a case submitted to us for arbitration by the commission of dramatic authors.

We were obliged to go out again; but before we started he went to Claudine's room, knocked, as he always

" 'We live in grand style,' said he, smiling; 'we are free. Each is independent.'

"We were admitted. Du Bruel spoke to Claudine. 'I have asked a few people to dinner today"

" 'Just like you!' cried she. 'You ask people without speaking to me; I count for nothing here.Now' (taking

me as arbitrator by a glance) 'I ask you yourself. When a man has been so foolish as to live with a woman of

my sort; for, after all, I was an opera danceryes, I ought always to remember that, if other people are to

forget itwell, under those circumstances, a clever man seeking to raise his wife in public opinion would do

his best to impose her upon the world as a remarkable woman, to justify the step he had taken by

acknowledging that in some ways she was something more than ordinary women. The best way of

compelling respect from others is to pay respect to her at home, and to leave her absolute mistress of the

house. Well, and yet it is enough to awaken one's vanity to see how frightened he is of seeming to listen to

" 'Oh, yes, yes,' she continued quickly, in answer to this mute dissent. 'I know all about it, du Bruel, my dear,

I that have been like a queen in my house all my life till I married you. My wishes were guessed, fulfilled,

and more than fulfilled. After all, I am thirtyfive, and at fiveandthirty a woman cannot expect to be loved.

Ah, if I were a girl of sixteen, if I had not lost something that is dearly bought at the Opera, what attention

you would pay me, M. du Bruel! I feel the most supreme contempt for men who boast that they can love and

grow careless and neglectful in little things as time grows on. You are short and insignificant, you see, du

Bruel; you love to torment a woman; it is your only way of showing your strength. A Napoleon is ready to be

swayed by the woman he loves; he loses nothing by it; but as for such as you, you believe that you are

nothing apparently, you do not wish to be ruled.Fiveandthirty, my dear boy,' she continued, turning to

me, 'that is the clue to the riddle. "No," does he say again?You know quite well that I am thirtyseven. I

am very sorry, but just ask your friends to dine at the Rocher de Cancale. I could have them here, but I will

not; they shall not come. And then perhaps my poor little monologue may engrave that salutary maxim,

"Each is master at home," upon your memory. That is our character,' she added, laughing, with a return of the

" 'Well, well, my dear little puss; there, there, never mind. We can manage to get on together,' said du Bruel,

"The whole way from the Rue de la Victoire to the boulevard a perfect torrent of venomous words poured

from his mouth like a waterfall in flood; but as the shocking language which he used on occasion was quite

" 'My dear fellow, I will leave that vile, shameless opera dancer, a wornout jade that has been set spinning

like a top to every operatic air; a foul hussy, an organgrinder's monkey! Oh, my dear boy, you have taken up

with an actress; may the notion of marrying your mistress never get a hold on you. It is a torment omitted

from the hell of Dante, you see. Look here! I will beat her; I will give her a thrashing; I will give it to her!

"By this time we had reached the boulevard, and he had worked himself up to such a pitch of fury that the

" 'My dear fellow, you will never know the thousandandone fancies that slut takes into her head. When I

want to stay at home, she, forsooth, must go out; when I want to go out, she wants me to stop at home; and

she spouts out arguments and accusations and reasoning and talks and talks till she drives you crazy. Right

means any whim that they happen to take into their heads, and wrong means our notion. Overwhelm them

with something that cuts their arguments to pieces they hold their tongues and look at you as if you were a

dead dog. My happiness indeed! I lead the life of a yarddog; I am a perfect slave. The little happiness that I

have with her costs me dear. Confound it all. I will leave her everything and take myself off to a garret. Yes,

a garret and liberty. I have not dared to have my own way once in these five years.'

"But instead of going to his guests, Cursy strode up and down the boulevard between the Rue de Richelieu

and the Rue du Mont Blanc, indulging in the most fearful imprecations, his unbounded language was most

comical to hear. His paroxysm of fury in the street contrasted oddly with his peaceable demeanor in the

house. Exercise assisted him to work off his nervous agitation and inward tempest. About two o'clock, on a

" 'These damned females never know what they want. I will wager my head now that if I go home and tell her

that I have sent to ask my friends to dine with me at the Rocher de Cancale, she will not be satisfied though

she made the arrangement herself.But she will have gone off somewhere or other. I wonder whether there

is something at the bottom of all this, an assignation with some goat? No. In the bottom of her heart she loves

"Ah, madame," said Nathan, looking keenly at her, "only women and prophets know how to turn faith to

account.Du Bruel would have me go home with him," he continued, "and we went slowly back. It was

three o'clock. Before he appeared, he heard a stir in the kitchen, saw preparations going forward, and glanced

" 'Madame ordered dinner,' said the woman. 'Madame dressed and ordered a cab, and then she changed her

"We entered the house stealthily. No one was there. We went from room to room until we reached a little

boudoir, and came upon Tullia in tears. She dried her eyes without affectation, and spoke to du Bruel.

" 'Send a note to the Rocher de Cancale,' she said, 'and ask your guests to dine here.'

"She was dressed as only women of the theatre can dress, in a simply made gown of some dainty material,

neither too costly nor too common, graceful and harmonious in outline and coloring; there was nothing

conspicuous about her, nothing exaggerateda word now dropping out of use, to be replaced by the word

'artistic,' used by fools as current coin. In short, Tullia looked like a gentlewoman. At thirtyseven she had

reached the prime of a Frenchwoman's beauty. At this moment the celebrated oval of her face was divinely

pale; she had laid her hat aside; I could see a faint down like the bloom of fruit softening the silken contours

of a cheek itself so delicate. There was a pathetic charm about her face with its double cluster of fair hair; her

brilliant gray eyes were veiled by a mist of tears; her nose, delicately carved as a Roman cameo, with its

quivering nostrils; her little mouth, like a child's even now; her long queenly throat, with the veins standing

out upon it; her chin, flushed for the moment by some secret despair; the pink tips of her ears, the hands that

trembled under her gloves, everything about her told of violent feeling. The feverish twitching of her

"Her first words had crushed du Bruel. She looked at us both, with that penetrating, impenetrable catlike

glance which only actresses and great ladies can use. Then she held out her hand to her husband.

" 'Poor dear, you had scarcely gone before I blamed myself a thousand times over. It seemed to me that I had

been horribly ungrateful. I told myself that I had been unkind.Was I very unkind?' she asked, turning to

me.'Why not receive your friends? Is it not your house? Do you want to know the reason of it all? Well, I

was afraid that I was not loved; and indeed I was halfway between repentance and the shame of going back.

I read the newspapers, and saw that there was a first night at the Varietes, and I thought you had meant to

give the dinner to a collaborator. Left to myself, I gave way, I dressed to hurry out after youpoor pet.'

"Du Bruel looked at me triumphantly, not a vestige of a recollection of his orations contra Tullia in his mind.

"Even as she uttered those bewildering sweet words, I caught sight of something in her belt, the corner of a

little note thrust sidewise into it; but I did not need that indication to tell me that Tullia's fantastic conduct

was referable to occult causes. Woman, in my opinion, is the most logical of created beings, the child alone

excepted. In both we behold a sublime phenomenon, the unvarying triumph of one dominant, allexcluding

thought. The child's thought changes every moment; but while it possesses him, he acts upon it with such

ardor that others give way before him, fascinated by the ingenuity, the persistence of a strong desire. Woman

is less changeable, but to call her capricious is a stupid insult. Whenever she acts, she is always swayed by

one dominant passion; and wonderful it is to see how she makes that passion the very centre of her world.

"Tullia was irresistible; she twisted du Bruel round her fingers, the sky grew blue again, the evening was

glorious. And ingenious writer of plays as he is, he never so much as saw that his wife had buried a trouble

" 'That is just what I mean,' he continued. 'Why, but for these violent emotions, one would be bored to death!

"We went to the Varietes after dinner; but before we left the house I slipped into du Bruel's room, and on a

shelf among a pile of waste papers found the copy of the PetitesAffiches, in which, agreeably to the

reformed law, notice of the purchase of the house was inserted. The words stared me in the face'At the

request of Jean Francois du Bruel and Claudine Chaffaroux, his wife' Here was the explanation of the

whole matter. I offered my arm to Claudine, and allowed the guests to descend the stairs in front of us. When

we were alone'If I were La Palferine,' I said, 'I would not break an appointment.'

"Gravely she laid her finger on her lips. She leant on my arm as we went downstairs, and looked at me with

almost something like happiness in her eyes because I knew La Palferine. Can you see the first idea that

occurred to her? She thought of making a spy of me, but I turned her off with the light jesting talk of

"A month later, after a first performance of one of du Bruel's plays, we met in the vestibule of the theatre. It

was raining; I went to call a cab. We had been delayed for a few minutes, so that there were no cabs in sight.

Claudine scolded du Bruel soundly; and as we rolled through the streets (for she set me down at Florine's),

" 'Oh, my dear fellow, she blames me for allowing you to run out for a cab, and thereupon proceeds to wish

" 'As a dancer,' said she, 'I have never been accustomed to use my feet except on the boards. If you have any

spirit, you will turn out four more plays or so in a year; you will make up your mind that succeed they must,

when you think of the end in view, and that your wife will not walk in the mud. It is a shame that I should

have to ask for it. You ought to have guessed my continual discomfort during the five years since I married

" 'If you run into debt,' she said, 'my uncle's money will clear it off some day.'

" 'Oh! is that the way you take it?' retorted she. 'I have nothing more to say to you; such a speech stops my

"Whereupon du Bruel poured out his soul in excuses and protestations of love. Not a word did she say. He

took her hands, she allowed him to take them; they were like ice, like a dead woman's hands. Tullia, you can

understand, was playing to admiration the part of corpse that women can play to show you that they refuse

their consent to anything and everything; that for you they are suppressing soul, spirit, and life, and regard

themselves as beasts of burden. Nothing so provokes a man with a heart as this strategy. Women can only use

"She turned to me. 'Do you suppose,' she said scornfully, 'that a Count would have uttered such an insult even

if the thought had entered his mind? For my misfortune I have lived with dukes, ambassadors, and great

lords, and I know their ways. How intolerable it makes bourgeois life! After all, a playwright is not a

"Du Bruel looked ghastly at this. Two days afterwards we met in the foyer at the Opera, and took a few turns

" 'Do not take my ravings on the boulevard too seriously,' said he; 'I have a violent temper.'

"For two winters I was a tolerably frequent visitor at du Bruel's house, and I followed Claudine's tactics

closely. She had a splendid carriage. Du Bruel entered public life; she made him abjure his Royalist opinions.

He rallied himself; he took his place again in the administration; the National Guard was discreetly

canvassed, du Bruel was elected major, and behaved so valorously in a street riot, that he was decorated with

the rosette of an officer of the Legion of Honor. He was appointed Master of Requests and head of a

department. Uncle Chaffaroux died and left his niece forty thousand francs per annum, threefourths of his

fortune. Du Bruel became a deputy; but beforehand, to save the necessity of reelection, he secured his

nomination to the Council of State. He reprinted divers archaeological treatises, a couple of political

pamphlets, and a statistical work, by way of pretext for his appointment to one of the obliging academies of

the Institut. At this moment he is a Commander of the Legion, and (after fishing in the troubled waters of

political intrigue) has quite recently been made a peer of France and a count. As yet our friend does not

venture to bear his honors; his wife merely puts 'La Comtesse du Bruel' on her cards. The sometime

playwright has the Order of Leopold, the Order of Isabella, the cross of SaintVladimir, second class, the

Order of Civil Merit of Bavaria, the Papal Order of the Golden Spur,all the lesser orders, in short, besides

"Three months ago Claudine drove to La Palferine's door in her splendid carriage with its armorial bearings.

Du Bruel's grandfather was a farmer of taxes ennobled towards the end of Louis Quatorze's reign. Cherin

composed his coatofarms for him, so the Count's coronet looks not amiss above a scutcheon innocent of

Imperial absurdities. In this way, in the short space of three years, Claudine had carried out the programme

"One day, just above a month ago, she climbed the miserable staircase to her lover's lodging; climbed in her

glory, dressed like a real countess of the Faubourg SaintGermain, to our friend's garret. La Palferine, seeing

her, said, 'You have made a peeress of yourself I know. But it is too late, Claudine; every one is talking just

" 'Most distinctly,' he returned, 'I do not wish to have a woman as ignorant as a carp for my mistress, a

woman that springs like a flying fish from the greenroom of the Opera to Court, for I should like to see you

"I was struck with admiration for this indomitable love, outdoing the most ingenious marvels of fairy tales in

real lifea love that would spring over a precipice to find a roc's egg, or to gather the singing flower. I

explained that the Southern Cross was a nebulous constellation even brighter than the Milky Way, arranged

"La Palferine, ferocious though he was, had tears in his eyes; but what a look there was in Claudine's face,

what a note in her voice! I have seen nothing like the thing that followed, not even in the supreme touch of a

great actor's art; nothing to compare with her movement when she saw the hard eyes softened in tears;

Claudine sank upon her knees and kissed La Palferine's pitiless hand. He raised her with his grand manner,

his 'Rusticoli air,' as he calls it'There, child!' he said, 'I will do something for you; I will put youin my

"Well," concluded Nathan, "I ask myself sometimes whether du Bruel is really deceived. Truly there is

nothing more comic, nothing stranger than the sight of a careless young fellow ruling a married couple, his

slightest whims received as law, the weightiest decisions revoked at a word from him. That dinner incident,

as you can see, is repeated times without number, it interferes with important matters. Still, but for Claudine's

caprices, du Bruel would be de Cursy still, one vaudevillist among five hundred; whereas he is in the House

"You will change the names, I hope!" said Nathan, addressing Mme. de la Baudraye.

"I should think so! I have only set names to the masks for you. My dear Nathan," she added in the poet's ear,

"And the catastrophe?" queried Lousteau, returning just at the end of Mme. de la Baudraye's story.

"I do not believe in catastrophes. One has to invent such good ones to show that art is quite a match for

"The Marquise de Rochefide is infatuated with Charles Edward. My story excited her curiosity."

"Not so unhappy," said Nathan, "for Maxime de Trailles and La Palferine have brought about a rupture

between the Marquis and Mme. Schontz, and they mean to make it up between Arthur and Beatrix."

Bianchon, Horace Father Goriot The Atheist's Mass Cesar Birotteau The Commission in Lunacy Lost

Illusions A Distinguished Provincial at Paris A Bachelor's Establishment The Secrets of a Princess The

Government Clerks Pierrette A Study of Woman Scenes from a Courtesan's Life Honorine The Seamy Side

of History The Magic Skin A Second Home Letters of Two Brides The Muse of the Department The

Imaginary Mistress The Middle Classes Cousin Betty The Country Parson In addition, M. Bianchon narrated

Bruel, Jean Francois du A Bachelor's Establishment The Government Clerks A Start in Life The Middle

Bruel, Claudine Chaffaroux, Madame du A Bachelor's Establishment A Distinguished Provincial at Paris

Chocardelle, Mademoiselle Beatrix A Man of Business Cousin Betty The Member for Arcis

La Palferine, Comte de A Man of Business Cousin Betty Beatrix The Imaginary Mistress

Lousteau, Etienne A Distinguished Provincial at Paris A Bachelor's Establishment Scenes from a Courtesan's

Life A Daughter of Eve Beatrix The Muse of the Department Cousin Betty A Man of Business The Middle

Nathan, Raoul Lost Illusions A Distinguished Provincial at Paris Scenes from a Courtesan's Life The Secrets

of a Princess A Daughter of Eve Letters of Two Brides The Seamy Side of History The Muse of the

Nathan, Madame Raoul The Muse of the Department Lost Illusions A Distinguished Provincial at Paris

Scenes from a Courtesan's Life The Government Clerks A Bachelor's Establishment Ursule Mirouet Eugenie

Rochefide, Marquise de Beatrix The Secrets of a Princess A Daughter of Eve Sarrasine