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beautiful illusions of its youth。 But of this radiant existence not a

gleam reached the surface of daily life; it escaped the ken of Dumay

and his wife and the Latournelles; the ears of the blind mother alone

caught the crackling of its flame。



The profound disdain which Modeste now conceived for ordinary men gave

to her face a look of pride; an inexpressible untamed shyness; which

tempered her Teutonic simplicity; and accorded well with a peculiarity

of her head。 The hair growing in a point above the forehead seemed the

continuation of a slight line which thought had already furrowed

between the eyebrows; and made the expression of untameability perhaps

a shade too strong。 The voice of this charming child; whom her father;

delighting in her wit; was wont to call his 〃little proverb of

Solomon;〃 had acquired a precious flexibility of organ through the

practice of three languages。 This advantage was still further enhanced

by a natural bell…like tone both sweet and fresh; which touched the

heart as delightfully as it did the ear。 If the mother could no longer

see the signs of a noble destiny upon her daughter's brow; she could

study the transitions of her soul's development in the accents of that

voice attuned to love。







CHAPTER VI



A MAIDEN'S FIRST ROMANCE



To this period of Modeste's eager rage for reading succeeded the

exercise of a strange faculty given to vigorous imaginations;the

power; namely; of making herself an actor in a dream…existence; of

representing to her own mind the things desired; with so vivid a

conception that they seemed actually to attain reality; in short; to

enjoy by thought;to live out her years within her mind; to marry; to

grow old; to attend her own funeral like Charles V。; to play within

herself the comedy of life and; if need be; that of death。 Modeste was

indeed playing; but all alone; the comedy of Love。 She fancied herself

adored to the summit of her wishes in many an imagined phase of social

life。 Sometimes as the heroine of a dark romance; she loved the

executioner; or the wretch who ended her days upon the scaffold; or;

like her sister; some Parisian youth without a penny; whose struggles

were all beneath a garret…roof。 Sometimes she was Ninon; scorning men

amid continual fetes; or some applauded actress; or gay adventuress;

exhausting in her own behalf the luck of Gil Blas; or the triumphs of

Pasta; Malibran; and Florine。 Then; weary of the horrors and

excitements; she returned to actual life。 She married a notary; she

ate the plain brown bread of honest everyday life; she saw herself a

Madame Latournelle; she accepted a painful existence; she bore all the

trials of a struggle with fortune。 After that she went back to the

romances: she was loved for her beauty; a son of a peer of France; an

eccentric; artistic young man; divined her heart; recognized the star

which the genius of a De Stael had planted on her brow。 Her father

returned; possessing millions。 With his permission; she put her

various lovers to certain tests (always carefully guarding her own

independence); she owned a magnificent estate and castle; servants;

horses; carriages; the choicest of everything that luxury could

bestow; and kept her suitors uncertain until she was forty years old;

at which age she made her choice。



This edition of the Arabian Nights in a single copy lasted nearly a

year; and taught Modeste the sense of satiety through thought。 She

held her life too often in her hand; she said to herself

philosophically and with too real a bitterness; too seriously; and too

often; 〃Well; what is it; after all?〃 not to have plunged to her waist

in the deep disgust which all men of genius feel when they try to

complete by intense toil the work to which they have devoted

themselves。 Her youth and her rich nature alone kept Modeste at this

period of her life from seeking to enter a cloister。 But this sense of

satiety cast her; saturated as she still was with Catholic

spirituality; into the love of Good; the infinite of heaven。 She

conceived of charity; service to others; as the true occupation of

life; but she cowered in the gloomy dreariness of finding in it no

food for the fancy that lay crouching in her heart like an insect at

the bottom of a calyx。 Meanwhile she sat tranquilly sewing garments

for the children of the poor; and listening abstractedly to the

grumblings of Monsieur Latournelle when Dumay held the thirteenth card

or drew out his last trump。



Her religious faith drove Modeste for a time into a singular track of

thought。 She imagined that if she became sinless (speaking

ecclesiastically) she would attain to such a condition of sanctity

that God would hear her and accomplish her desires。 〃Faith;〃 she

thought; 〃can move mountains; Christ has said so。 The Saviour led his

apostle upon the waters of the lake Tiberias; and I; all I ask of God

is a husband to love me; that is easier than walking upon the sea。〃

She fasted through the next Lent; and did not commit a single sin;

then she said to herself that on a certain day coming out of church

she should meet a handsome young man who was worthy of her; whom her

mother would accept; and who would fall madly in love with her。 When

the day came on which she had; as it were; summoned God to send her an

angel; she was persistently followed by a rather disgusting beggar;

moreover; it rained heavily; and not a single young man was in the

streets。 On another occasion she went to walk on the jetty to see the

English travellers land; but each Englishman had an Englishwoman;

nearly as handsome as Modeste herself; who saw no one at all

resembling a wandering Childe Harold。 Tears overcame her; as she sat

down like Marius on the ruins of her imagination。 But on the day when

she subpoenaed God for the third time she firmly believed that the

Elect of her dreams was within the church; hiding; perhaps out of

delicacy; behind one of the pillars; round all of which she dragged

Madame Latournelle on a tour of inspection。 After this failure; she

deposed the Deity from omnipotence。 Many were her conversations with

the imaginary lover; for whom she invented questions and answers;

bestowing upon him a great deal of wit and intelligence。



The high ambitions of her heart hidden within these romances were the

real explanation of the prudent conduct which the good people who

watched over Modeste so much admired; they might have brought her any

number of young Althors or Vilquins; and she would never have stooped

to such clowns。 She wanted; purely and simply; a man of genius;

talent she cared little for; just as a lawyer is of no account to a

girl who aims for an ambassador。 Her only desire for wealth was to

cast it at the feet of her idol。 Indeed; the golden background of

these visions was far less rich than the treasury of her own heart;

filled with womanly delicacy; for its dominant desire was to make some

Tasso; some Milton; a Jean…Jacques Rousseau; a Murat; a Christopher

Columbus happy。



Commonplace miseries did not seriously touch this youthful soul; who

longed to extinguish the fires of the martyrs ignored and rejected in

their own day。 Sometimes she imagined balms of Gilead; soothing

melodies which might have allayed the savage misanthropy of Rousseau。

Or she fancied herself the wife of Lord Byron; guessing intuitively

his contempt for the real; she made herself as fantastic as the poetry

of Manfred; and provided for his scepticism by making him a Catholic。

Modeste attributed Moliere's melancholy to the women of the

seventeenth century。 〃Why is there not some one woman;〃 she asked

herself; 〃loving; beautiful; and rich; ready to stand beside each man

of genius and be his slave; like Lara; the mysterious page?〃 She had;

as the reader perceives; fully understood 〃il pianto;〃 which the

English poet chanted by the mouth of his Gulmare。 Modeste greatly

admired the behavior of the young Englishwoman who offered herself t

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