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a man is neither man nor woman； but a being who lays aside all the charms of her womanhood along with its misfortunes； yet acquires none of the privileges which our laws give to the stronger sex。 Beneath the surface her life was a bitter mockery。 Was she not compelled to protect her protector； to worship a hollow idol； a poor creature who flung her the love of a selfish husband as the wages of her continual self…sacrifice； who saw nothing in her but the woman； and who either did not think it worth while； or （wrong quite as deep） did not think at all of troubling himself about her pleasures； of inquiring into the cause of her low spirits and dwindling health？ And the Marquis； like most men who chafe under a wife's superiority； saved his self…love by arguing from Julie's physical feebleness a corresponding lack of mental power； for which he was pleased to pity her； and he would cry out upon fate which had given him a sickly girl for a wife。 The executioner posed； in fact； as the victim。
All the burdens of this dreary lot fell upon the Marquise； who still must smile upon her foolish lord； and deck a house of mourning with flowers； and make a parade of happiness in a countenance wan with secret torture。 And with this sense of responsibility for the honor of both； with the magnificent immolation of self； the young Marquise unconsciously acquired a wifely dignity； a consciousness of virtue which became her safeguard amid many dangers。
Perhaps； if her heart were sounded to the very depths； this intimate closely hidden wretchedness； following upon her unthinking； girlish first love； had roused in her an abhorrence of passion； possibly she had no conception of its rapture； nor of the forbidden but frenzied bliss for which some women will renounce all the laws of prudence and the principles of conduct upon which society is based。 She put from her like a dream the thought of bliss and tender harmony of love promised by Mme。 de Listomere…Landon's mature experience； and waited resignedly for the end of her troubles with a hope that she might die young。
Her health had declined daily since her return from Touraine； her life seemed to be measured to her in suffering； yet her ill…health was graceful； her malady seemed little more than languor； and might well be taken by careless eyes for a fine lady's whim of invalidism。
Her doctors had condemned her to keep to the sofa； and there among her flowers lay the Marquise； fading as they faded。 She was not strong enough to walk； nor to bear the open air； and only went out in a closed carriage。 Yet with all the marvels of modern luxury and invention about her； she looked more like an indolent queen than an invalid。 A few of her friends； half in love perhaps with her sad plight and her fragile look； sure of finding her at home； and speculating no doubt upon her future restoration to health； would come to bring her the news of the day； and kept her informed of the thousand and one small events which fill life in Paris with variety。 Her melancholy； deep and real though it was was still the melancholy of a woman rich in many ways。 The Marquise d'Aiglemont was like a flower； with a dark insect gnawing at its root。
Occasionally she went into society； not to please herself； but in obedience to the exigencies of the position which her husband aspired to take。 In society her beautiful voice and the perfection of her singing could always gain the social success so gratifying to a young woman； but what was social success to her； who drew nothing from it for her heart or her hopes？ Her husband did not care for music。 And； moreover； she seldom felt at her ease in salons； where her beauty attracted homage not wholly disinterested。 Her position excited a sort of cruel compassion； a morbid curiosity。 She was suffering from an inflammatory complaint not infrequently fatal； for which our nosology as yet has found no name； a complaint spoken of among women in confidential whispers。 In spite of the silence in which her life was spent； the cause of her ill…health was no secret。 She was still but a girl in spite of her marriage； the slightest glance threw her into confusion。 In her endeavor not to blush； she was always laughing； always apparently in high spirits； she would never admit that she was not perfectly well； and anticipated questions as to her health by shame…stricken subterfuges。
In 1817； however； an event took place which did much to alleviate Julie's hitherto deplorable existence。 A daughter was born to her； and she determined to nurse her child herself。 For two years motherhood； its all…absorbing multiplicity of cares and anxious joys； made life less hard for her。 She and her husband lived necessarily apart。 Her physicians predicted improved health； but the Marquise herself put no faith in these auguries based on theory。 Perhaps； like many a one for whom life has lost its sweetness； she looked forward to death as a happy termination of the drama。
But with the beginning of the year 1819 life grew harder than ever。 Even while she congratulated herself upon the negative happiness which she had contrived to win； she caught a terrifying glimpse of yawning depths below it。 She had passed by degrees out of her husband's life。 Her fine tact and her prudence told her that misfortune must come； and that not singly； of this cooling of an affection already lukewarm and wholly selfish。 Sure though she was of her ascendency over Victor； and certain as she felt of his unalterable esteem； she dreaded the influence of unbridled passions upon a head so empty； so full of rash self…conceit。
Julie's friends often found her absorbed in prolonged musings； the less clairvoyant among them would jestingly ask her what she was thinking about； as if a young wife would think of nothing but frivolity； as if there were not almost always a depth of seriousness in a mother's thoughts。 Unhappiness； like great happiness； induces dreaming。 Sometimes as Julie played with her little Helene； she would gaze darkly at her； giving no reply to the childish questions in which a mother delights； questioning the present and the future as to the destiny of this little one。 Then some sudden recollection would bring back the scene of the review at the Tuileries and fill her eyes with tears。 Her father's prophetic warnings rang in her ears； and conscience reproached her that she had not recognized its wisdom。 Her troubles had all come of her own wayward folly； and often she knew not which among so many were the hardest to bear。 The sweet treasures of her soul were unheeded； and not only so； she could never succeed in making her husband understand her； even in the commonest everyday things。 Just as the power to love developed and grew strong and active； a legitimate channel for the affections of her nature was denied her； and wedded love was extinguished in grave physical and mental sufferings。 Add to this that she now felt for her husband that pity closely bordering upon contempt； which withers all affection at last。 Even if she had not learned from conversations with some of her friends； from examples in life； from sundry occurrences in the great world； that love can bring ineffable bliss； her own wounds would have taught her to divine th