etty； reflected； as it were； in the magic mirror of Love。 Tears came into her eyes without her knowing the reason； an open spring whose stream beat within her chaste breast。 He continued：
〃This portrait belongs to me。 It was drawn for me。 And yet； at the moment of starting on this journey I have a scruple。 I do not wish to have it except from yourself。 Take it； then； and if you find a worthier friend； some one who loves you with a love deeper and more loyal than mine； I am willing that you should give it to him。〃
She had regained her composure； and looking de Gery full in the face with a serious tenderness； she said：
〃If I listened only to my heart； I should feel no hesitation about my reply： for； if you love me as you say； I am sure that I love you too。 But I am not free； I am not alone in the world。 Look yonder。〃
She pointed to her father and her sisters； who were beckoning to them in the distance and hastening to come up with them。
〃Well； and I myself？〃 answered Paul quickly。 〃Have I not similar duties； similar responsibilities？ We are like two widowed heads of families。 Will you not love mine as much as I love yours？〃
〃True？ is it true？ You will let me stay with them？ I shall be Aline for you； and Bonne Maman for all our children？ Oh！ then；〃 exclaimed the dear creature； beaming with joy； 〃there is my portraitI give it to you！ And all my soul with it； too； and forever。〃
THE JENKINS PEARLS
About a week after his adventure with Moessard； that new complication in the terrible muddle of his affairs； Jansoulet； on leaving the Chamber； one Thursday； ordered his coachman to drive him to Mora's house。 He had not paid a visit there since the scuffle in the Rue Royale； and the idea of finding himself in the duke's presence gave him； through his thick skin； something of the panic that agitates a boy on his way upstairs to see the head…master after a fight in the schoolroom。 However； the embarrassment of this first interview had to be gone through。 They said in the committee…rooms that Le Merquier had completed his report； a masterpiece of logic and ferocity； that it meant an invalidation； and that he was bound to carry it with a high hand unless Mora； so powerful in the Assembly； should himself intervene and give him his word of command。 A serious matter； and one that made the Nabob's cheeks flush； while in the curved mirrors of his brougham he studied his appearance； his courtier's smiles； trying to think out a way of effecting a brilliant entry； one of those strokes of good…natured effrontery which had brought him fortune with Ahmed； and which served him likewise in his relations with the French ambassador。 All this accompanied by beatings of the heart and by those shudders between the shoulder…blades which precede decisive actions； even when these are settled within a gilded chariot。
When he arrived at the mansion by the river； he was much surprised to notice that the porter on the quay； as on the days of great receptions； was sending carriages up the Rue de Lille； in order to keep a door free for those leaving。 Rather anxious； he wondered； 〃What is there going on？〃 Perhaps a concert given by the duchess； a charity bazaar； some festivity from which Mora might have excluded him on account of the scandal of his last adventure。 And this anxiety was augmented still further when Jansoulet； after having passed across the principal court…yard amid a din of slamming doors and a dull and continuous rumble of wheels over the sand； found himselfafter ascending the stepsin the immense entrance…hall filled by a crowd which did not extend beyond any of the doors leading to the rooms； centring its anxious going and coming around the porter's table； where all the famous names of fashionable Paris were being inscribed。 It seemed as though a disastrous gust of wind had gone through the house； carrying off a little of its calm； and allowing disquiet and danger to filter into its comfort。
〃What a misfortune！〃
〃Ah！ it is terrible。〃
〃And so suddenly！〃
Such were the remarks that people were exchanging as they met。
An idea flashed into Jansoulet's mind：
〃Is the duke ill？〃 he inquired of a servant。
〃Ah； monsieur； he is dying！ He will not live through the night！〃
If the roof of the palace had fallen in upon his head he would not have been more utterly stunned。 Red lights flashed before his eyes； he tottered； and let himself drop into a seat on a velvet…covered bench beside the great cage of monkeys。 The animals； over…excited by all this bustle； suspended by their tails； by their little long…thumbed hands； were hanging to the bars in groups； and came； inquisitive and frightened； to make the most ludicrous grimaces at this big； stupefied man as he sat staring at the marble floor； repeating aloud to himself； 〃I am ruined！ I am ruined！〃
The duke was dying。 He had been seized suddenly with illness on the Sunday after his return from the Bois。 He had felt intolerable burnings in his bowels； which passed through his whole body； searing as with a red…hot iron； and alternating with a cold lethargy and long periods of coma。 Jenkins； summoned at once； did not say much； but ordered certain sedatives。 The next day the pains came on again with greater intensity and followed by the same icy torpor； also more accentuated； as if life； torn up by the roots； were departing in violent spasms。 Among those around him； none was greatly concerned。 〃The day after a visit to Saint…James Villa；〃 was muttered in the antechamber； and Jenkins's handsome face preserved its serenity。 He had spoken to two or three people； in the course of his morning rounds； of the duke's indisposition； and that so lightly that nobody had paid much attention to the matter。
Mora himself； notwithstanding his extreme weakness； although he felt his head absolutely blank； and； as he said； 〃not an idea anywhere；〃 was far from suspecting the gravity of his condition。 It was only on the third day； on waking in the morning； that the sight of a tiny stream of blood； which had trickled from his mouth over his beard and the stained pillow； had frightened this fastidious man； who had a horror of all human ills； especially sickness； and now saw it arrive stealthily with its pollutions； its weaknesses； and the loss of physical self…control； the first concession made to death。 Monpavon； entering the room behind Jenkins； surprised the anxious expression of the great seigneur faced by the terrible truth； and at the same time was horrified by the ravages made in a few hours upon Mora's emaciated face； in which all the wrinkles of age； suddenly evident； were mingled with lines of suffering； and those muscular depressions which tell of serious internal lesions。 He took Jenkins aside； while the duke's toilet necessaries were carried to hima whole apparatus of crystal and silver contrasting with the yellow pallor of the invalid。
〃Look here； Jenkins； the duke is very ill。〃
〃I am afraid so；〃 said the Irishman； in a low voice。
〃But what is the matter with him？〃
〃What he wanted； /parbleu/！〃 answered the other in a fury。 〃One cannot be young at his age with impunity。 This intrigue will cost him dear。〃
Some evil passion was getting the better of him but he subdued it immediately； and； puffing out his cheeks as though his head were full of water； he sighed deeply as he pressed the old nobleman's hands。
〃Poor duke！ poor duke！ Ah； my friend； I am most unhappy！〃
〃Take care； Jenkins；〃 said Monpavon coldly； disengaging his hands； 〃you are assuming a terrible responsibility。 What！ is the duke as bad as that？pspsps Will you see nobody？ You have arranged no consultation？〃
The Irishman raised his hands as if to say； 〃What good can it do？〃
The other insisted。 It was absolutely necessary that Brisset； Jousseline； Bouchereau； all the great physicians should be called in。
〃But you will frighten him。〃
De Monpavon expanded his chest； the one pride of the old broken…down charger。
〃/Mon Cher/； if you had seen Mora and me in the trenches of Constantinepsps。 Never looked away。 We don't know fear。 Give notice to your colleagues。 I undertake to inform him。〃
The consultation took place in the evening with great privacy； the duke having insisted on this from a singular sense of shame produced by his illness； by that suffering which discrowned him； making him the equal of other men。 Like those African kings who hide themselves in the recesses of their palaces to die； he would have wished that men should believe him carried off； transfigured； become a god。 Then； too； he dreaded above all things the expressions of pity； the condolences； the compassion with which he knew that his sick…bed would be surrounded； the tears because he suspected them to be hypocritical； and because； if sincere； they displeased him still more by their grimacing ugliness。
He had always detested scenes； exaggerated sentiments； everything that could move him to emotion or disturb the harmonious equilibrium of his life。 Every one knew this； and the order was to keep away from him the distress； the misery； which from one end of France to the other flowed towards Mora as to one of those forest refuges lighted during the night at which all wanderers may knock。 Not that he was hard to the unfortunate； perhaps he may have been too easily moved to the pity which he regarded as an inferior sentiment； a weakness unworthy of the strong； and； refusing it to others； he dreaded it for himself； for the integrity of his courage。 Nobody in the palace； then； except Monpavon and Louis the /valet de chambre/； knew of the visit of those three personages introduced mysteriously into the Minister of State's apartments。 The duchess herself was ignorant of it。 Separated from her husband by the barriers frequently placed by the political and fashionable life of the great world between married people； she believed him slightly indisposed； nervous more than anything else； and had so little suspicion of a catastrophe that at the very hour when the doctors were mounting the great； dimly lit staircase at the other end of the palace； her private apartments were being lit up for a girls' dance； one of those /bals blancs/ which the ingenuity of the idle world had begun to make fashionable in Paris。
This consultation was like all oth