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burst into tears。 None but those who have endured the torture of some such scene can fully understand the anguish that it means； or divine the horror of the long…drawn tragedy arising out of it。
Those simple； foolish words； the silence that followed between the husband and wife； the Marquis' gesture and expression； the way in which he sat before the fire； his attitude as he made that futile attempt to put a kiss on his wife's throat；all these things made up a dark hour for Julie； and the catastrophe of the drama of her sad and lonely life。 In her madness she knelt down before the sofa； burying her face in it to shut out everything from sight； and prayed to Heaven； putting a new significance into the words of the evening prayer； till it became a cry from the depths of her own soul； which would have gone to her husband's heart if he had heard it。
The following week she spent in deep thought for her future； utterly overwhelmed by this new trouble。 She made a study of it； trying to discover a way to regain her ascendency over the Marquis； scheming how to live long enough to watch over her daughter's happiness； yet to live true to her own heart。 Then she made up her mind。 She would struggle with her rival。 She would shine once more in society。 She would feign the love which she could no longer feel； she would captivate her husband's fancy； and when she had lured him into her power； she would coquet with him like a capricious mistress who takes delight in tormenting a lover。 This hateful strategy was the only possible way out of her troubles。 In this way she would become mistress of the situation； she would prescribe her own sufferings at her good pleasure； and reduce them by enslaving her husband； and bringing him under a tyrannous yoke。 She felt not the slightest remorse for the hard life which he should lead。 At a bound she reached cold； calculating indifferencefor her daughter's sake。 She had gained a sudden insight into the treacherous； lying arts of degraded women； the wiles of coquetry； the revolting cunning which arouses such profound hatred in men at the mere suspicion of innate corruption in a woman。
Julie's feminine vanity； her interests； and a vague desire to inflict punishment； all wrought unconsciously with the mother's love within her to force her into a path where new sufferings awaited her。 But her nature was too noble； her mind too fastidious； and； above all things； too open； to be the accomplice of these frauds for very long。 Accustomed as she was to self…scrutiny； at the first step in vicefor vice it wasthe cry of conscience must inevitably drown the clamor of the passions and of selfishness。 Indeed； in a young wife whose heart is still pure； whose love has never been mated； the very sentiment of motherhood is overpowered by modesty。 Modesty； is not all womanhood summed up in that？ But just now Julie would not see any danger； anything wrong； in her life。
She went to Mme。 de Serizy's concert。 Her rival had expected to see a pallid； drooping woman。 The Marquise wore rouge； and appeared in all the splendor of a toilet which enhanced her beauty。
Mme。 de Serizy was one of those women who claim to exercise a sort of sway over fashions and society in Paris； she issued her decrees； saw them received in her own circle； and it seemed to her that all the world obeyed them。 She aspired to epigram； she set up for an authority in matters of taste。 Literature； politics； men and women； all alike were submitted to her censorship； and the lady herself appeared to defy the censorship of others。 Her house was in every respect a model of good taste。
Julie triumphed over the Countess in her own salon； filled as it was with beautiful women and women of fashion。 Julie's liveliness and sparkling wit gathered all the most distinguished men in the rooms about her。 Her costume was faultless； for the despair of the women； who one and all envied her the fashion of her dress； and attributed the moulded outline of her bodice to the genius of some unknown dressmaker； for women would rather believe in miracles worked by the science of chiffons than in the grace and perfection of the form beneath。
When Julie went to the piano to sing Desdemona's song； the men in the rooms flocked about her to hear the celebrated voice so long mute； and there was a deep silence。 The Marquise saw the heads clustered thickly in the doorways； saw all eyes turned upon her； and a sharp thrill of excitement quivered through her。 She looked for her husband； gave him a coquettish side…glance； and it pleased her to see that his vanity was gratified to no small degree。 In the joy of triumph she sang the first part of /Al piu salice/。 Her audience was enraptured。 Never had Malibran nor Pasta sung with expression and intonation so perfect。 But at the beginning of the second part she glanced over the glistening groups and sawArthur。 He never took his eyes from her face。 A quick shudder thrilled through her； and her voice faltered。 Up hurried Mme。 de Serizy from her place。
〃What is it； dear？ Oh！ poor little thing！ she is in such weak health； I was so afraid when I saw her begin a piece so far beyond her strength。〃
The song was interrupted。 Julie was vexed。 She had not courage to sing any longer； and submitted to her rival's treacherous sympathy。 There was a whisper among the women。 The incident led to discussions； they guessed that the struggle had begun between the Marquise and Mme。 de Serizy； and their tongues did not spare the latter。
Julie's strange； perturbing presentiments were suddenly realized。 Through her preoccupation with Arthur she had loved to imagine that with that gentle； refined face he must remain faithful to his first love。 There were times when she felt proud that this ideal； pure； and passionate young love should have been hers； the passion of the young lover whose thoughts are all for her to whom he dedicates every moment of his life； who blushes as a woman blushes； thinks as a woman might think； forgetting ambition； fame； and fortune in devotion to his love； she need never fear a rival。 All these things she had fondly and idly dreamed of Arthur； now all at once it seemed to her that her dream had come true。 In the young Englishman's half…feminine face she read the same deep thoughts； the same pensive melancholy； the same passive acquiescence in a painful lot； and an endurance like her own。 She saw herself in him。 Trouble and sadness are the most eloquent of love's interpreters； and response is marvelously swift between two suffering creatures； for in them the powers of intuition and of assimilation of facts and ideas are well…nigh unerring and perfect。 So with the violence of the shock the Marquise's eyes were opened to the whole extent of the future danger。 She was only too glad to find a pretext for her nervousness in her chronic ill…health； and willingly submitted to be overwhelmed by Mme。 de Serizy's insidious compassion。
That incident of the song caused talk and discussion which differed with the various groups。 Some pitied Julie's fate； and regretted that such a remarkable woman was lost to society； others fell to wondering what the cause of her ill…health and seclusion could be。
〃Well； now； my dear Ronquerolles；〃 said