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her　divinity。　。　。　。　Love；　for　her；　meant　a　fascinating　colonel。〃



〃Here　she　is　with　her　La　Rochelle；〃　Euphrasia　made　answer。　〃Love　comes

like　the　wind；　no　one　knows　whence。　And；　for　that　matter；　if　one　of

those　brutes　had　once　fallen　in　love　with　you；　you　would　hold　sensible

men　in　horror。〃



〃Brutes　are　put　out　of　the　question　by　the　Code；〃　said　the　tall；

sarcastic　Aquilina。



〃I　thought　you　had　more　kindness　for　the　army；〃　laughed　Euphrasia。



〃How　happy　they　are　in　their　power　of　dethroning　their　reason　in　this

way；〃　Raphael　exclaimed。



〃Happy？〃　asked　Aquilina；　with　dreadful　look；　and　a　smile　full　of　pity

and　terror。　〃Ah；　you　do　not　know　what　it　is　to　be　condemned　to　a　life

of　pleasure；　with　your　dead　hidden　in　your　heart。　。　。　。〃



A　moment's　consideration　of　the　rooms　was　like　a　foretaste　of　Milton's

Pandemonium。　The　faces　of　those　still　capable　of　drinking　wore　a

hideous　blue　tint；　from　burning　draughts　of　punch。　Mad　dances　were

kept　up　with　wild　energy；　excited　laughter　and　outcries　broke　out　like

the　explosion　of　fireworks。　The　boudoir　and　a　small　adjoining　room

were　strewn　like　a　battlefield　with　the　insensible　and　incapable。

Wine；　pleasure；　and　dispute　had　heated　the　atmosphere。　Wine　and　love；

delirium　and　unconsciousness　possessed　them；　and　were　written　upon　all

faces；　upon　the　furniture；　were　expressed　by　the　surrounding　disorder；

and　brought　light　films　over　the　vision　of　those　assembled；　so　that

the　air　seemed　full　of　intoxicating　vapor。　A　glittering　dust　arose；　as

in　the　luminous　paths　made　by　a　ray　of　sunlight；　the　most　bizarre

forms　flitted　through　it；　grotesque　struggles　were　seen　athwart　it。

Groups　of　interlaced　figures　blended　with　the　white　marbles；　the　noble

masterpieces　of　sculpture　that　adorned　the　rooms。



Though　the　two　friends　yet　preserved　a　sort　of　fallacious　clearness　in

their　ideas　and　voices；　a　feeble　appearance　and　faint　thrill　of

animation；　it　was　yet　almost　impossible　to　distinguish　what　was　real

among　the　fantastic　absurdities　before　them；　or　what　foundation　there

was　for　the　impossible　pictures　that　passed　unceasingly　before　their

weary　eyes。　The　strangest　phenomena　of　dreams　beset　them；　the　lowering

heavens；　the　fervid　sweetness　caught　by　faces　in　our　visions；　and

unheard…of　agility　under　a　load　of　chains；all　these　so　vividly；　that

they　took　the　pranks　of　the　orgy　about　them　for　the　freaks　of　some

nightmare　in　which　all　movement　is　silent；　and　cries　never　reach　the

ear。　The　valet　de　chambre　succeeded　just　then；　after　some　little

difficulty；　in　drawing　his　master　into　the　ante…chamber　to　whisper　to

him：



〃The　neighbors　are　all　at　their　windows；　complaining　of　the　racket；

sir。〃



〃If　noise　alarms　them；　why　don't　they　lay　down　straw　before　their

doors？〃　was　Taillefer's　rejoinder。



Raphael's　sudden　burst　of　laughter　was　so　unseasonable　and　abrupt；

that　his　friend　demanded　the　reason　of　his　unseemly　hilarity。



〃You　will　hardly　understand　me；〃　he　replied。　〃In　the　first　place；　I

must　admit　that　you　stopped　me　on　the　Quai　Voltaire　just　as　I　was

about　to　throw　myself　into　the　Seine；　and　you　would　like　to　know；　no

doubt；　my　motives　for　dying。　And　when　I　proceed　to　tell　you　that　by　an

almost　miraculous　chance　the　most　poetic　memorials　of　the　material

world　had　but　just　then　been　summed　up　for　me　as　a　symbolical

interpretation　of　human　wisdom；　whilst　at　this　minute　the　remains　of

all　the　intellectual　treasures　ravaged　by　us　at　table　are　comprised　in

these　two　women；　the　living　and　authentic　types　of　folly；　would　you　be

any　the　wiser？　Our　profound　apathy　towards　men　and　things　supplied　the

half…tones　in　a　crudely　contrasted　picture　of　two　theories　of　life　so

diametrically　opposed。　If　you　were　not　drunk；　you　might　perhaps　catch

a　gleam　of　philosophy　in　this。〃



〃And　if　you　had　not　both　feet　on　that　fascinating　Aquilina；　whose

heavy　breathing　suggests　an　analogy　with　the　sounds　of　a　storm　about

to　burst；〃　replied　Emile；　absently　engaged　in　the　harmless　amusement

of　winding　and　unwinding　Euphrasia's　hair；　〃you　would　be　ashamed　of

your　inebriated　garrulity。　Both　your　systems　can　be　packed　in　a

phrase；　and　reduced　to　a　single　idea。　The　mere　routine　of　living

brings　a　stupid　kind　of　wisdom　with　it；　by　blunting　our　intelligence

with　work；　and　on　the　other　hand；　a　life　passed　in　the　limbo　of　the

abstract　or　in　the　abysses　of　the　moral　world；　produces　a　sort　of

wisdom　run　mad。　The　conditions　may　be　summed　up　in　brief；　we　may

extinguish　emotion；　and　so　live　to　old　age；　or　we　may　choose　to　die

young　as　martyrs　to　contending　passions。　And　yet　this　decree　is　at

variance　with　the　temperaments　with　which　we　were　endowed　by　the

bitter　jester　who　modeled　all　creatures。〃



〃Idiot！〃　Raphael　burst　in。　〃Go　on　epitomizing　yourself　after　that

fashion；　and　you　will　fill　volumes。　If　I　attempted　to　formulate　those

two　ideas　clearly；　I　might　as　well　say　that　man　is　corrupted　by　the

exercise　of　his　wits；　and　purified　by　ignorance。　You　are　calling　the

whole　fabric　of　society　to　account。　But　whether　we　live　with　the　wise

or　perish　with　the　fool；　isn't　the　result　the　same　sooner　or　later？

And　have　not　the　prime　constituents　of　the　quintessence　of　both

systems　been　before　expressed　in　a　couple　of　wordsCarymary；

Carymara。〃



〃You　make　me　doubt　the　existence　of　a　God；　for　your　stupidity　is

greater　than　His　power；〃　said　Emile。　〃Our　beloved　Rabelais　summed　it

all　up　in　a　shorter　word　than　your　'Carymary；　Carymara'；　from　his

Peut…etre　Montaigne　derived　his　own　Que　sais…je？　After　all；　this　last

word　of　moral　science　is　scarcely　more　than　the　cry　of　Pyrrhus　set

betwixt　good　and　evil；　or　Buridan's　ass　between　the　two　measures　of

oats。　But　let　this　everlasting　question　alone；　resolved　to…day　by　a

'Yes'　and　a　'No。'　What　experience　did　you　look　to　find　by　a　jump　into

the　Seine？　Were　you　jealous　of　the　hydraulic　machine　on　the　Pont　Notre

Dame？〃



〃Ah；　if　you　but　knew　my　history！〃



〃Pooh；〃　said　Emile；　〃I　did　not　think　you　could　be　so　commonplace；　that

remark　is　hackneyed。　Don't　you　know　that　every　one　of　us　claims　to

have　suffered　as　no　other　ever　did？〃



〃Ah！〃　Raphael　sighed。



〃What　a　mountebank　art　thou　with　thy　'Ah'！　Look　here；　now。　Does　some

disease　of　the　mind　or　body；　by　contracting　your　muscles；　bring　back

of　a　morning　the　wild　horses　that　tear　you　in　pieces　at　night；　as　with

Damiens　once　upon　a　time？　Were　you　driven　to　sup　off　your　own　dog　in　a

garret；　uncooked　and　without　salt？　Have　your　children　ever　cried；　'I

am　hungry'？　Have　you　sold　your　mistress'　hair　to　hazard　the　money　at

play？　Have　you　ever　drawn　a　sham　bill　of　exchange　on　a　fictitious

uncle　at　a　sham　address；　and　feared　lest　you　should　not　be　in　time　to

take　it　up？　Come　now；　I　am　attending！　If　you　were　going　to　drown

yourself　for　some　woman；　or　by　way　of　a　protest；　or　out　of　sheer

dulness；　I　disown　you。　Make　your　confession；　and　no　lies！　I　don't　at

all　want　a　historical　memoir。　And；　above　all　things；　be　as　concise　as

your　clouded　intellect　permits；　I　am　as　critical　as　a　professor；　and

as　sleepy　as　a　woman　at　her　vespers。〃



〃You　silly　fool！〃　said　Raphael。　〃When　has　not　suffering　been　keener

for　a　more　susceptible　nature？　Some　day　when　science　has　attained　to　a

pitch　that　enables　us　to　study　the　natural　history　of　hearts；　when

they　are　named　and　classified　in　genera；　sub…genera；　and　families；

into　crustaceae；　fossils；　saurians；　infusoria；　or　whatever　it　is；

then；　my　dear　fellow；　it　will　be　ascertained　that　there　are　natures　as

tender　and　fragile　as　flowers；　that　are　broken　by　the　slight　bruises

that　some　stony　hearts　do　not　even　feel〃



〃For　pity's　sake；　spare　me　thy　exordium；〃　said　Emile；　as；　half

plaintive；　half　amused；　he　took　Raphael's　hand。







II



A　WOMAN　WITHOUT　A　HEART



After　a　moment's　silence；　Raphael　said　with　a　careless　gesture：



〃Perhaps　it　is　an　effect　of　the　fumes　of　punchI　really　cannot　tell

this　clearness　of　mind　that　enables　me　to　comprise　my　whole　life　in　a

single　picture；　where　figures　and　hues；　lights；　shades；　and　half…tones

are　faithfully　rendered。　I　should　not　have　been　so　surprised　at　this

poetical　play　of　imagination　if　it　were　not　accompanied　with　a　sort　of

scorn　for　my　past　joys　and　sorrows。　Seen　from　afar；　my　life　appears　to

contract　by　some　mental　process。　That　long；　slow　agony　of　ten　years'

duration　can　be　brought　to　memory　to…day　in　some　few　phrases；　in　which

pain　is　resolved　into　a　mere　idea；　and　pleasure　becomes　a

philosophical　reflection。　Instead　of　feeling　things；　I　weigh　and

consider　them〃



〃You　are　as　tiresome　as　the　explanation　of　an　amendment；〃　cried　Emile。



〃Very　likely；〃　said　Raphael　submissively。　〃I　spare　you　the　first

seventeen　years　of　my　life　for　fear　of　abusing　a　listener's　patience。

Till　that　time；　like　you　and　thousands　of　others；　I　had　lived　my　life

at　school　or　the　lycee；　with　its　imaginary　troubles　and　genuine

happinesses；　which　are　so　pleasant　to　look　back　upon。　Our　jaded

palates　still　crave　for　that　Lenten　fare；　so　long　as　we　have　not　tried

it　afresh。　It　was　a　pleasant　life；　with　the　tasks　that　we　thought　so

contemptible；　but　which　taught　us　application　for　all　that。　。　。　。〃



〃Let　the　drama　begin；〃　said　Emile；　half…plaintively；　half…comically。



〃When　I　left　school；〃　Raphael　went　on；　with　a　gesture　that　claimed　the

right　of　speaking；　〃my　father　submitted　me　to　a　strict　discipline；　he

installed　me　in　a　room　near　his　own　study；　and　I　had　to　rise　at　five

in　the　morning　and　be　in　bed　by　nine　at　night。　He　meant　me　to　take　my

law　studies　seriously。　I　attended　the　Schools；　and　read　with　an

advocate　as　well；　but　my　lectures　and　work　were　so　narrowly

circumscribed　by　the　laws　of　time　and　space；　and　my　father　required

such　a　strict　account　of　my　doings；　at　dinner；　that　。　。　。〃



〃What　is　this　to　me？〃　asked　Emile。



〃The　devil　take　you！〃　said　Raphael。　〃How　are　you　to　enter　into　my

feelings　if　I　do　not　relate　the　facts