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n the sincerity or fervor or earnestness which her lover shall put into his longings； and is there not sufficient in the thought to put her through all the tortures of dread？ It is impossible for a woman； be she wife or mother； to be secure from a young man's love。 One thing it is within her power to doto refuse to see him as soon as she learns a secret which she never fails to guess。 But this is too decided a step to take at an age when marriage has become a prosaic and tiresome yoke； and conjugal affection is something less than tepid （if indeed her husband has not already begun to neglect her）。 Is a woman plain？ she is flattered by a love which gives her fairness。 Is she young and charming？ She is only to be won by a fascination as great as her own power to charm； that is to say； a fascination well…nigh irresistible。 Is she virtuous？ There is a love sublime in its earthliness which leads her to find something like absolution in the very greatness of the surrender and glory in a hard struggle。 Everything is a snare。 No lesson； therefore； is too severe where the temptation is so strong。 The seclusion in which the Greeks and Orientals kept and keep their women； an example more and more followed in modern England； is the only safeguard of domestic morality； but under this system there is an end of all the charm of social intercourse； and society； and good breeding； and refinement of manners become impossible。 The nations must take their choice。
So a few months went by； and Mme。 d'Aiglemont discovered that her life was closely bound with this young man's life； without overmuch confusion in her surprise； and felt with something almost like pleasure that she shared his tastes and his thoughts。 Had she adopted Vandenesse's ideas？ Or was it Vandenesse who had made her lightest whims his own？ She was not careful to inquire。 She had been swept out already into the current of passion； and yet this adorable woman told herself with the confident reiteration of misgiving；
〃Ah！ no。 I will be faithful to him who died for me。〃
Pascal said that 〃the doubt of God implies belief in God。〃 And similarly it may be said that a woman only parleys when she has surrendered。 A day came when the Marquise admitted to herself that she was loved； and with that admission came a time of wavering among countless conflicting thoughts and feelings。 The superstitions of experience spoke their language。 Should she be happy？ Was it possible that she should find happiness outside the limits of the laws which society rightly or wrongly has set up for humanity to live by？ Hitherto her cup of life had been full of bitterness。 Was there any happy issue possible for the ties which united two human beings held apart by social conventions？ And might not happiness be bought too dear？ Still； this so ardently desired happiness； for which it is so natural to seek； might perhaps be found after all。 Curiosity is always retained on the lover's side in the suit。 The secret tribunal was still sitting when Vandenesse appeared； and his presence put the metaphysical spectre； reason； to flight。
If such are the successive transformations through which a sentiment； transient though it be； passes in a young man and a woman of thirty； there comes a moment of time when the shades of difference blend into each other； when all reasonings end in a single and final reflection which is lost and absorbed in the desire which it confirms。 Then the longer the resistance； the mightier the voice of love。 And here endeth this lesson； or rather this study made from the /ecorche/； to borrow a most graphic term from the studio； for in this history it is not so much intended to portray love as to lay bare its mechanism and its dangers。 From this moment every day adds color to these dry bones； clothes them again with living flesh and blood and the charm of youth； and puts vitality into their movements； till they glow once more with the beauty； the persuasive grace of sentiment； the loveliness of life。
Charles found Mme。 d'Aiglemont absorbed in thought； and to his 〃What is it？〃 spoken in thrilling tones grown persuasive with the heart's soft magic； she was careful not to reply。 The delicious question bore witness to the perfect unity of their spirits； and the Marquise felt； with a woman's wonderful intuition； that to give any expression to the sorrow in her heart would be to make an advance。 If； even now； each one of those words was fraught with significance for them both； in what fathomless depths might she not plunge at the first step？ She read herself with a clear and lucid glance。 She was silent； and Vandenesse followed her example。
〃I am not feeling well；〃 she said at last； taking alarm at the pause fraught with such great moment for them both； when the language of the eyes completely filled the blank left by the helplessness of speech。
〃Madame；〃 said Charles； and his voice was tender but unsteady with strong feeling； 〃soul and body are both dependent on each other。 If you were happy； you would be young and fresh。 Why do you refuse to ask of love all that love has taken from you？ You think that your life is over when it is only just beginning。 Trust yourself to a friend's care。 It is so sweet to be loved。〃
〃I am old already；〃 she said； 〃there is no reason why I should not continue to suffer as in the past。 And 'one must love；' do you say？ Well； I must not； and I cannot。 Your friendship has put some sweetness into my life； but beside you I care for no one； no one could efface my memories。 A friend I accept； I should fly from a lover。 Besides； would it be a very generous thing to do； to exchange a withered heart for a young heart； to smile upon illusions which now I cannot share； to cause happiness in which I should either have no belief； or tremble to lose？ I should perhaps respond to his devotion with egoism； should weigh and deliberate while he felt； my memory would resent the poignancy of his happiness。 No； if you love once； that love is never replaced； you see。 Indeed； who would have my heart at this price？〃
There was a tinge of heartless coquetry in the words； the last effort of discretion。
〃If he loses courage； well and good； I shall live alone and faithful。〃 The thought came from the very depths of the woman； for her it was the too slender willow twig caught in vain by a swimmer swept out by the current。
Vandenesse's involuntary shudder at her dictum plead more eloquently for him than all his past assiduity。 Nothing moves a woman so much as the discovery of a gracious delicacy in us； such a refinement of sentiment as her own； for a woman the grace and delicacy are sure tokens of truth。 Charles' start revealed the sincerity of his love。 Mme。 d'Aiglemont learned the strength of his affection from the intensity of his pain。
〃Perhaps you are right；〃 he said coldly。 〃New love； new vexation of spirit。〃
Then he changed the subject； and spoke of indifferent matters； but he was visibly moved； and he concentrated his gaze on Mme。 d'Aiglemont as if he were seeing her for the last time。
〃Adieu； madame；〃 he said； with emotion in his voice。
〃/Au revoir/；〃 said she； with that subtle coquetry； the secret of a very few among women。
He made no answer and went。
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