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d gave my wife such a shock that it will be a twelvemonth before she gets over it； so the doctor says。 You marry a pretty wife； and her looks fall off； you marry a girl in blooming health； and she turns into an invalid。 You think she has a passionate temperament； and find her cold； or else under her apparent coldness there lurks a nature so passionate that she is the death of you； or she dishonors your name。 Sometimes the meekest of them will turn out crotchety； though the crotchety ones never grow any sweeter。 Sometimes the mere child； so simple and silly at first； will develop an iron will to thwart you and the ingenuity of a fiend。 I am tired of marriage。〃
〃Or of your wife？〃
〃That would be difficult。 By…the…by； do you feel inclined to go to Saint…Thomas d'Aquin with me to attend Lord Grenville's funeral？〃
〃A singular way of spending time。Is it really known how he came by his death？〃 added Ronquerolles。
〃His man says that he spent a whole night sitting on somebody's window sill to save some woman's character； and it has been infernally cold lately。〃
〃Such devotion would be highly creditable to one of us old stagers； but Lord Grenville was a youngster andan Englishman。 Englishmen never can do anything like anybody else。〃
〃Pooh！〃 returned d'Aiglemont； 〃these heroic exploits all depend upon the woman in the case； and it certainly was not for one that I know； that poor Arthur came by his death。〃
II。
A HIDDEN GRIEF
Between the Seine and the little river Loing lies a wide flat country； skirted on the one side by the Forest of Fontainebleau； and marked out as to its southern limits by the towns of Moret； Montereau； and Nemours。 It is a dreary country； little knolls of hills appear only at rare intervals； and a coppice here and there among the fields affords for game； and beyond； upon every side； stretches the endless gray or yellowish horizon peculiar to Beauce； Sologne； and Berri。
In the very centre of the plain； at equal distances from Moret and Montereau； the traveler passes the old chateau of Saint…Lange； standing amid surroundings which lack neither dignity nor stateliness。 There are magnificent avenues of elm…trees； great gardens encircled by the moat； and a circumference of walls about a huge manorial pile which represents the profits of the /maltote/； the gains of farmers… general； legalized malversation； or the vast fortunes of great houses now brought low beneath the hammer of the Civil Code。
Should any artist or dreamer of dreams chance to stray along the roads full of deep ruts； or over the heavy land which secures the place against intrusion； he will wonder how it happened that this romantic old place was set down in a savanna of corn…land； a desert of chalk； and sand； and marl； where gaiety dies away； and melancholy is a natural product of the soil。 The voiceless solitude； the monotonous horizon line which weigh upon the spirits are negative beauties； which only suit with sorrow that refuses to be comforted。
Hither； at the close of the year 1820； came a woman； still young； well known in Paris for her charm； her fair face； and her wit； and to the immense astonishment of the little village a mile away； this woman of high rank and corresponding fortune took up her abode at Saint…Lange。
From time immemorial； farmers and laborers had seen no gentry at the chateau。 The estate； considerable though it was； had been left in charge of a land…steward and the house to the old servants。 Wherefore the appearance of the lady of the manor caused a kind of sensation in the district。
A group had gathered in the yard of the wretched little wineshop at the end of the village （where the road forks to Nemours and Moret） to see the carriage pass。 It went by slowly； for the Marquise had come from Paris with her own horses； and those on the lookout had ample opportunity of observing a waiting…maid； who sat with her back to the horses holding a little girl； with a somewhat dreamy look； upon her knee。 The child's mother lay back in the carriage； she looked like a dying woman sent out into the country air by her doctors as a last resource。 Village politicians were by no means pleased to see the young； delicate； downcast face； they had hoped that the new arrival at Saint…Lange would bring some life and stir into the neighborhood； and clearly any sort of stir or movement must be distasteful to the suffering invalid in the traveling carriage。
That evening； when the notables of Saint…Lange were drinking in the private room of the wineshop； the longest head among them declared that such depression could admit of but one constructionthe Marquise was ruined。 His lordship the Marquis was away in Spain with the Duc d'Angouleme （so they said in the papers）； and beyond a doubt her ladyship had come to Saint…Lange to retrench after a run of ill…luck on the Bourse。 The Marquis was one of the greatest gamblers on the face of the globe。 Perhaps the estate would be cut up and sold in little lots。 There would be some good strokes of business to be made in that case； and it behooved everybody to count up his cash； unearth his savings and to see how he stood； so as to secure his share of the spoil of Saint…Lange。
So fair did this future seem； that the village worthies； dying to know whether it was founded on fact； began to think of ways of getting at the truth through the servants at the chateau。 None of these； however； could throw any light on the calamity which had brought their mistress into the country at the beginning of winter； and to the old chateau of Saint…Lange of all places； when she might have taken her choice of cheerful country…houses famous for their beautiful gardens。
His worship the mayor called to pay his respects； but he did not see the lady。 Then the land…steward tried with no better success。
Madame la Marquise kept her room； only leaving it； while it was set in order； for the small adjoining drawing…room； where she dined； if； indeed； to sit down to a table； to look with disgust at the dishes； and take the precise amount of nourishment required to prevent death from sheer starvation； can be called dining。 The meal over； she returned at once to the old…fashioned low chair； in which she had sat since the morning； in the embrasure of the one window that lighted her room。
Her little girl she only saw for a few minutes daily； during the dismal dinner； and even for a short time she seemed scarcely able to bear the child's presence。 Surely nothing but the most unheard…of anguish could have extinguished a mother's love so early。
None of the servants were suffered to come near； her own woman was the one creature whom she liked to have about her； the chateau must be perfectly quiet； the child must play at the other end of the house。 The slightest sound had grown so intolerable； that any human voice； even the voice of her own child； jarred upon her。
At first the whole countryside was deeply interested in these eccentricities； but time passed on； every possible hypothesis had been advanced to account for them and the peasants and dwellers in the little country towns thought no more of the invalid lady。
So the Marquise was left to herself。 She might live on； perfectly silent； amid the silence