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THE HUMAN COMEDY
PREFACE
STUDIES OF MANNERS IN THE 19TH CENTURY
Scenes from Private Life
AT THE SIGN OF THE CAT AND RACKET
AT THE SIGN OF THE CAT AND RACKET
THE BALL AT SCEAUX
LETTERS OF TWO BRIDES
THE PURSE
THE PURSE
MODESTE MIGNON
A START IN LIFE
ALBERT SAVARUS
VENDETTA
A SECOND HOME
DOMESTIC PEACE
MADAME FIRMIANI
STUDY OF A WOMAN
THE IMAGINARY MISTRESS
A DAUGHTER OF EVE
THE MESSAGE
THE GRAND BRETECHE
LA GRENADIERE
THE DESERTED WOMAN
HONORINE
BEATRIX
GOBSECK
A WOMAN OF THIRTY
FATHER GORIOT
COLONEL CHABERT
THE ATHEIST'S MASS
THE COMMISSION IN LUNACY
THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT
ANOTHER STUDY OF WOMAN
Scenes from Provincial Life
URSULE MIROUET
EUGENIE GRANDET
The Celibates
PIERRETTE
THE VICAR OF TOURS
THE TWO BROTHERS
Parisians in the Country
THE ILLUSTRIOUS GAUDISSART
THE MUSE OF THE DEPARTMENT
The Jealousies of a Country Town
THE OLD MAID
THE COLLECTION OF ANTIQUITIES
Lost Illusions
TWO POETS
A DISTINGUISHED PROVINCIAL AT PARIS
EVE AND DAVID
Scenes from Parisian Life
The Thirteen
FERRAGUS
THE DUCHESSE DE LANGEAIS
THE GIRL WITH THE GOLDEN EYES
THE FIRM OF NUCINGEN
Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
ESTHER HAPPY: HOW A COURTESAN CAN LOVE
WHAT LOVE COSTS AN OLD MAN
THE END OF EVIL WAYS
VAUTRIN'S LAST AVATAR
SECRETS OF THE PRINCESSE DE CADIGNAN
FACINO CANE
SARRASINE
PIERRE GRASSOU
The Poor Relations
COUSIN BETTY
COUSIN PONS
A MAN OF BUSINESS
A PRINCE OF BOHEMIA
GAUDISSART II
BUREAUCRACY
UNCONSCIOUS COMEDIANS
THE LESSER BOURGEOISIE
The Seamy Side of History
MADAME DE LA CHANTERIE
THE INITIATE
Scenes from Political Life
Scenes from Military Life
Scenes from Country Life
PHILOSOPHICAL STUDIES
ANALYTICAL STUDIES

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During the interval, it seems, he came and walked in the passages. This I learned from the chief secretary of the Spanish embassy, who also told the story of a noble action of his.

As Duc de Soria he was to marry one of the richest heiresses in Spain, the young princess Marie Heredia, whose wealth would have mitigated the bitterness of exile. But it seems that Marie, disappointing the wishes of the fathers, who had betrothed them in their earliest childhood, loved the younger son of the house of Soria, to whom my Felipe, gave her up. Allowing himself to be despoiled by the King of Spain.

“He would perform this piece of heroism quite simply,” I said to the young man.

“You know him then?” was his ingenuous reply.

My mother smiled.

“What will become of him, for he is condemned to death?” I asked.

“Though dead to Spain, he can live in Sardinia.”

“Ah! then Spain is the country of tombs as well as castles?” I said, trying to carry it off as a joke.

“There is everything in Spain, even Spaniards of the old school,” my mother replied.

“The Baron de Macumer obtained a passport, not without difficulty, from the King of Sardinia,” the young diplomatist went on. “He has now become a Sardinian subject, and he possesses a magnificent estate in the island with full feudal rights. He has a palace at Sassari. If Ferdinand VII. were to die, Macumer would probably go in for diplomacy, and the Court of Turin would make him ambassador. Though young, he is — ”

“Ah! he is young?”

“Certainly, mademoiselle... though young, he is one of the most distinguished men in Spain.”

I scanned the house meanwhile through my opera-glass, and seemed to lend an inattentive ear to the secretary; but, between ourselves, I was wretched at having burnt his letter. In what terms would a man like that express his love? For he does love me. To be loved, adored in secret; to know that in this house, where all the great men of Paris were collected, there was one entirely devoted to me, unknown to everybody! Ah! Renee, now I understand the life of Paris, its balls, and its gaieties. It all flashed on me in the true light. When we love, we must have society, were it only to sacrifice it to our love. I felt a different creature — and such a happy one! My vanity, pride, self-love, — all were flattered. Heaven knows what glances I cast upon the audience!

“Little rogue!” the Duchess whispered in my ear with a smile.

Yes, Renee, my wily mother had deciphered the hidden joy in my bearing, and I could only haul down my flag before such feminine strategy. Those two words taught me more of worldly wisdom than I have been able to pick up in a year — for we are in March now. Alas! no more Italian opera in another month. How will life be possible without that heavenly music, when one’s heart is full of love?

When I got home, my dear, with determination worthy of a Chaulieu, I opened my window to watch a shower of rain. Oh! if men knew the magic spell that a heroic action throws over us, they would indeed rise to greatness! a poltroon would turn hero! What I had learned about my Spaniard drove me into a very fever. I felt certain that he was there, ready to aim another letter at me.

I was right, and this time I burnt nothing. Here, then, is the first love-letter I have received, madame logician: each to her kind: —

“Louise, it is not for your peerless beauty I love you, nor for

your gifted mind, your noble feeling, the wondrous charm of all

you say and do, nor yet for your pride, your queenly scorn of

baser mortals — a pride blent in you with charity, for what angel

could be more tender? — Louise, I love you because, for the sake of

a poor exile, you have unbent this lofty majesty, because by a

gesture, a glance, you have brought consolation to a man so far

beneath you that the utmost he could hope for was your pity, the

pity of a generous heart. You are the one woman whose eyes have

shone with a tenderer light when bent on me.

“And because you let fall this glance — a mere grain of dust, yet a

grace surpassing any bestowed on me when I stood at the summit of

a subject’s ambition — I long to tell you, Louise, how dear you are

to me, and that my love is for yourself alone, without a thought

beyond, a love that far more than fulfils the conditions laid down

by you for an ideal passion.

“Know, then, idol of my highest heaven, that there is in the world

an offshoot of the Saracen race, whose life is in your hands, who

will receive your orders as a slave, and deem it an honor to

execute them. I have given myself to you absolutely and for the

mere joy of giving, for a single glance of your eye, for a touch

of the hand which one day you offered to your Spanish master. I am

but your servitor, Louise; I claim no more.

“No, I dare not think that I could ever be loved; but perchance my

devotion may win for me toleration. Since that morning when you

smiled upon me with generous girlish impulse, divining the misery

of my lonely and rejected heart, you reign there alone. You are

the absolute ruler of my life, the queen of my thoughts, the god

of my heart; I find you in the sunshine of my home, the fragrance

of my flowers, the balm of the air I breathe, the pulsing of my

blood, the light that visits me in sleep.

“One thought alone troubled this happiness — your ignorance. All

unknown to you was this boundless devotion, the trusty arm, the

blind slave, the silent tool, the wealth — for henceforth all I

possess is mine only as a trust — which lay at your disposal;

unknown to you, the heart waiting to receive your confidence, and

yearning to replace all that your life (I know it well) has lacked

— the liberal ancestress, so ready to meet your needs, a father to

whom you could look for protection in every difficulty, a friend,

a brother. The secret of your isolation is no secret to me! If I

am bold, it is because I long that you should know how much is

yours.

“Take all, Louise, and is so doing bestow on me the one life

possible for me in this world — the life of devotion. In placing

the yoke on my neck, you run no risk; I ask nothing but the joy of

knowing myself yours. Needless even to say you will never love me;

it cannot be otherwise. I must love you from afar, without hope,

without reward beyond my own love.

“In my anxiety to know whether you will accept me as your servant,

I have racked my brain to find some way in which you may

communicate with me without any danger of compromising yourself.

Injury to your self-respect there can be none in sanctioning a

devotion which has been yours for many days without your

knowledge. Let this, then, be the token. At the opera this

evening, if you carry in your hand a bouquet consisting of one red

and one white camellia — emblem of a man’s blood at the service of

the purity he worships — that will be my answer. I ask no more;

thenceforth, at any moment, ten years hence or to-morrow, whatever

you demand shall be done, so far as it is possible for man to do

it, by your happy servant,

“FELIPE HENAREZ.”

P. S. — You must admit, dear, that great lords know how to love! See the spring of the African lion! What restrained fire! What loyalty! What sincerity! How high a soul in low estate! I felt quite small and dazed as I said to myself, “What shall I do?”

It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants. In a single letter Henarez has outstripped volumes from Lovelace or Saint-Preux. Here is true love, no beating about the bush. Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.

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