quivering,
and
it
was
only
with
a
great
effort
that
she
muttered
out
some
faint
words
intended
for
applause
.
I
comprehended
by
an
instinct
how
gradually
there
can
grow
upon
the
mind
of
an
artist
the
most
generous
that
jealousy
which
makes
the
fear
of
a
rival
annihilate
the
delight
in
art
.
If
ever
I
should
achieve
S
—
—
-’s
fame
as
a
singer
,
should
I
feel
the
same
jealousy
?
—
I
think
not
now
,
but
I
have
not
been
tested
.
She
went
away
abruptly
.
I
spare
you
the
recital
of
the
compliments
paid
to
me
by
my
other
auditors
,
compliments
that
gave
me
no
pleasure
;
for
on
all
lips
,
except
those
of
the
Maestro
,
they
implied
,
as
the
height
of
eulogy
,
that
I
had
inflicted
torture
upon
S
—
—
-
.
“
If
so
,
”
said
he
,
“
she
would
be
as
foolish
as
a
rose
that
was
jealous
of
the
whiteness
of
a
lily
.
You
would
do
yourself
great
wrong
,
my
child
,
if
you
tried
to
vie
with
the
rose
in
its
own
colour
.
”
He
patted
my
bended
head
as
he
spoke
,
with
that
kind
of
fatherly
king-like
fondness
with
which
he
honours
me
;
and
I
took
his
hand
in
mine
,
and
kissed
it
gratefully
.
“
Nevertheless
,
”
said
Savarin
,
“
when
the
lily
comes
out
there
will
be
a
furious
attack
on
it
,
made
by
the
clique
that
devotes
itself
to
the
rose
:
a
lily
clique
will
be
formed
en
revanche
,
and
I
foresee
a
fierce
paper
war
.
Do
not
be
frightened
at
its
first
outburst
:
every
fame
worth
having
must
be
fought
for
.
”
Is
it
so
?
have
you
had
to
fight
for
your
fame
,
Eulalie
?
and
do
you
hate
all
contests
as
much
as
I
do
?
Our
only
other
gayety
since
I
last
wrote
was
a
soiree
at
M
.
Louvier’s
.
That
republican
millionaire
was
not
slow
in
attending
to
the
kind
letter
you
addressed
to
him
recommending
us
to
his
civilities
.
He
called
at
once
,
placed
his
good
offices
at
our
disposal
,
took
charge
of
my
modest
fortune
,
which
he
has
invested
,
no
doubt
,
as
safely
as
it
is
advantageously
in
point
of
interest
,
hired
our
carriage
for
us
,
and
in
short
has
been
most
amiably
useful
.
At
his
house
we
met
many
to
me
most
pleasant
,
for
they
spoke
with
such
genuine
appreciation
of
your
works
and
yourself
.
But
there
were
others
whom
I
should
never
have
expected
to
meet
under
the
roof
of
a
Croesus
who
has
so
great
a
stake
in
the
order
of
things
established
.
One
young
man
—
a
noble
whom
he
specially
presented
to
me
,
as
a
politician
who
would
be
at
the
head
of
affairs
when
the
Red
Republic
was
established
—
asked
me
whether
I
did
not
agree
with
him
that
all
private
property
was
public
spoliation
,
and
that
the
great
enemy
to
civilization
was
religion
,
no
matter
in
what
form
.
He
addressed
to
me
these
tremendous
questions
with
an
effeminate
lisp
,
and
harangued
on
them
with
small
feeble
gesticulations
of
pale
dirty
fingers
covered
with
rings
.
I
asked
him
if
there
were
many
who
in
France
shared
his
ideas
.
“
Quite
enough
to
carry
them
some
day
,
”
he
answered
with
a
lofty
smile
.
“
And
the
day
may
be
nearer
than
the
world
thinks
,
when
my
confreres
will
be
so
numerous
that
they
will
have
to
shoot
down
each
other
for
the
sake
of
cheese
to
their
bread
.
”
That
day
nearer
than
the
world
thinks
!
Certainly
,
so
far
as
one
may
judge
the
outward
signs
of
the
world
at
Paris
,
it
does
not
think
of
such
things
at
all
.
With
what
an
air
of
self-content
the
beautiful
city
parades
her
riches
!
Who
can
gaze
on
her
splendid
palaces
,
her
gorgeous
shops
,
and
believe
that
she
will
give
ear
to
doctrines
that
would
annihilate
private
rights
of
property
;
or
who
can
enter
her
crowded
churches
,
and
dream
that
she
can
ever
again
install
a
republic
too
civilized
for
religion
?
Adieu
.
Excuse
me
for
this
dull
letter
.
If
I
have
written
on
much
that
has
little
interest
even
for
me
,
it
is
that
I
wish
to
distract
my
mind
from
brooding
over
the
question
that
interests
me
most
,
and
on
which
I
most
need
your
counsel
.
I
will
try
to
approach
it
in
my
next
.
ISAURA
.
FROM
THE
SAME
TO
THE
SAME
.
Eulalie
,
Eulalie
!
—
What
mocking
spirit
has
been
permitted
in
this
modern
age
of
ours
to
place
in
the
heart
of
woman
the
ambition
which
is
the
prerogative
of
men
?
You
indeed
,
so
richly
endowed
with
a
man’s
genius
,
have
a
right
to
man’s
aspirations
.
But
what
can
justify
such
ambition
in
me
?
Nothing
but
this
one
unintellectual
perishable
gift
of
a
voice
that
does
but
please
in
uttering
the
thoughts
of
others
.
Doubtless
I
could
make
a
name
familiar
for
its
brief
time
to
the
talk
of
Europe
,
—
a
name
,
what
name
?
a
singer’s
name
.
Once
I
thought
that
name
a
glory
.
Shall
I
ever
forget
the
day
when
you
first
shone
upon
me
;
when
,
emerging
from
childhood
as
from
a
dim
and
solitary
bypath
,
I
stood
forlorn
on
the
great
thoroughfare
of
life
,
and
all
the
prospects
before
me
stretched
sad
in
mists
and
in
rain
?
You
beamed
on
me
then
as
the
sun
coming
out
from
the
cloud
and
changing
the
face
of
earth
;
you
opened
to
my
sight
the
fairy-land
of
poetry
and
art
;
you
took
me
by
the
hand
and
said
,
“
Courage
!
there
is
at
each
step
some
green
gap
in
the
hedgerows
,
some
,
soft
escape
from
the
stony
thoroughfare
.
Beside
the
real
life
expands
the
ideal
life
to
those
who
seek
it
.
Droop
not
,
seek
it
:
the
ideal
life
has
its
sorrows
,
but
it
never
admits
despair
;
as
on
the
ear
of
him
who
follows
the
winding
course
of
a
stream
,
the
stream
ever
varies
the
note
of
its
music
,
—
now
loud
with
the
rush
of
the
falls
;
now
low
and
calm
as
it
glides
by
the
level
marge
of
smooth
banks
;
now
sighing
through
the
stir
of
the
reeds
;
now
babbling
with
a
fretful
joy
as
some
sudden
curve
on
the
shore
stays
its
flight
among
gleaming
pebbles
,
—
so
to
the
soul
of
the
artist
is
the
voice
of
the
art
ever
fleeting
beside
and
before
him
.
Nature
gave
thee
the
bird’s
gift
of
song
:
raise
the
gift
into
art
,
and
make
the
art
thy
companion
.
“
Art
and
Hope
were
twin-born
,
and
they
die
together
.
”
See
how
faithfully
I
remember
,
methinks
,
your
very
words
.
But
the
magic
of
the
words
,
which
I
then
but
dimly
understood
,
was
in
your
smile
and
in
your
eye
,
and
the
queen-like
wave
of
your
hand
as
if
beckoning
to
a
world
which
lay
before
you
,
visible
and
familiar
as
your
native
land
.
And
how
devotedly
,
with
what
earnestness
of
passion
,
I
gave
myself
up
to
the
task
of
raising
my
gift
into
an
art
!
I
thought
of
nothing
else
,
dreamed
of
nothing
else
;
and
oh
,
now
sweet
to
me
then
were
words
of
praise
!
“
Another
year
yet
,
”
at
length
said
the
masters
,
“
and
you
ascend
your
throne
among
the
queens
of
song
.
”
Then
—
then
—
I
would
have
changed
for
no
other
throne
on
earth
my
hope
of
that
to
be
achieved
in
the
realms
of
my
art
.
And
then
came
that
long
fever
:
my
strength
broke
down
,
and
the
Maestro
said
,
“
Rest
,
or
your
voice
is
gone
,
and
your
throne
is
lost
forever
.
”
How
hateful
that
rest
seemed
to
me
!
You
again
came
to
my
aid
.
You
said
,
“
The
time
you
think
lost
should
be
but
time
improved
.
Penetrate
your
mind
with
other
songs
than
the
trash
of
Libretti
.
The
more
you
habituate
yourself
to
the
forms
,
the
more
you
imbue
yourself
with
the
spirit
,
in
which
passions
have
been
expressed
and
character
delineated
by
great
writers
,
the
more
completely
you
will
accomplish
yourself
in
your
own
special
art
of
singer
and
actress
.
”
So
,
then
,
you
allured
me
to
a
new
study
.
Ah
!
in
so
doing
did
you
dream
that
you
diverted
me
from
the
old
ambition
?
My
knowledge
of
French
and
Italian
,
and
my
rearing
in
childhood
,
which
had
made
English
familiar
to
me
,
gave
me
the
keys
to
the
treasure-houses
of
three
languages
.
Naturally
I
began
with
that
in
which
your
masterpieces
are
composed
.
Till
then
I
had
not
even
read
your
works
.
They
were
the
first
I
chose
.
How
they
impressed
,
how
they
startled
me
!
what
depths
in
the
mind
of
man
,
in
the
heart
of
woman
,
they
revealed
to
me
!
But
I
owned
to
you
then
,
and
I
repeat
it
now
,
neither
they
nor
any
of
the
works
in
romance
and
poetry
which
form
the
boast
of
recent
French
literature
satisfied
yearnings
for
that
calm
sense
of
beauty
,
that
divine
joy
in
a
world
beyond
this
world
,
which
you
had
led
me
to
believe
it
was
the
prerogative
of
ideal
art
to
bestow
.
And
when
I
told
you
this
with
the
rude
frankness
you
had
bid
me
exercise
in
talk
with
you
,
a
thoughtful
,
melancholy
shade
fell
over
your
face
,
and
you
said
quietly
,
“
You
are
right
,
child
;
we
,
the
French
of
our
time
,
are
the
offspring
of
revolutions
that
settled
nothing
,
unsettled
all
:
we
resemble
those
troubled
States
which
rush
into
war
abroad
in
order
to
re-establish
peace
at
home
.
Our
books
suggest
problems
to
men
for
reconstructing
some
social
system
in
which
the
calm
that
belongs
to
art
may
be
found
at
last
:
but
such
books
should
not
be
in
your
hands
;
they
are
not
for
the
innocence
and
youth
of
women
as
yet
unchanged
by
the
systems
which
exist
.
”
And
the
next
day
you
brought
me
‘l’asso’s
great
poem
,
the
“
Gerusalemme
Liberata
,
”
and
said
,
smiling
,
“
Art
in
its
calm
is
here
.
”
You
remember
that
I
was
then
at
Sorrento
by
the
order
of
my
physician
.
Never
shall
I
forget
the
soft
autumn
day
when
I
sat
amongst
the
lonely
rocklets
to
the
left
of
the
town
,
—
the
sea
before
me
,
with
scarce
a
ripple
;
my
very
heart
steeped
in
the
melodies
of
that
poem
,
so
marvellous
for
a
strength
disguised
in
sweetness
,
and
for
a
symmetry
in
which
each
proportion
blends
into
the
other
with
the
perfectness
of
a
Grecian
statue
.
The
whole
place
seemed
to
me
filled
with
the
presence
of
the
poet
to
whom
it
had
given
birth
.
Certainly
the
reading
of
that
poem
formed
an
era
in
my
existence
:
to
this
day
I
cannot
acknowledge
the
faults
or
weaknesses
which
your
criticisms
pointed
out
;
I
believe
because
they
are
in
unison
with
my
own
nature
,
which
yearns
for
harmony
,
and
,
finding
that
,
rests
contented
.
I
shrink
from
violent
contrasts
,
and
can
discover
nothing
tame
and
insipid
in
a
continuance
of
sweetness
and
serenity
.
But
it
was
not
till
after
I
had
read
“
La
Gerusalemme
”
again
and
again
,
and
then
sat
and
brooded
over
it
,
that
I
recognized
the
main
charm
of
the
poem
in
the
religion
which
clings
to
it
as
the
perfume
clings
to
a
flower
,
—
a
religion
sometimes
melancholy
,
but
never
to
me
sad
.
Hope
always
pervades
it
.
Surely
if
,
as
you
said
,
“
Hope
is
twin-born
with
art
,
”
it
is
because
art
at
its
highest
blends
itself
unconsciously
with
religion
,
and
proclaims
its
affinity
with
hope
by
its
faith
in
some
future
good
more
perfect
than
it
has
realized
in
the
past
.
Be
this
as
it
may
,
it
was
in
this
poem
so
pre-eminently
Christian
that
I
found
the
something
which
I
missed
and
craved
for
in
modern
French
masterpieces
;
even
yours
,
—
a
something
spiritual
,
speaking
to
my
own
soul
,
calling
it
forth
;
distinguishing
it
as
an
essence
apart
from
mere
human
reason
;
soothing
,
even
when
it
excited
;
making
earth
nearer
to
heaven
.
And
when
I
ran
on
in
this
strain
to
you
after
my
own
wild
fashion
,
you
took
my
head
between
your
hands
and
kissed
me
,
and
said
,
“
Happy
are
those
who
believe
!
long
may
that
happiness
be
thine
!
”
Why
did
I
not
feel
in
Dante
the
Christian
charm
that
I
felt
in
Tasso
?
Dante
in
your
eyes
,
as
in
those
of
most
judges
,
is
infinitely
the
greater
genius
;
but
reflected
on
the
dark
stream
of
that
genius
the
stars
are
so
troubled
,
the
heaven
so
threatening
.
Just
as
my
year
of
holiday
was
expiring
,
I
turned
to
English
literature
;
and
Shakspeare
,
of
course
,
was
the
first
English
poet
put
into
my
hands
.
It
proves
how
childlike
my
mind
still
was
,
that
my
earliest
sensation
in
reading
him
was
that
of
disappointment
.
It
was
not
only
that
,
despite
my
familiarity
with
English
(
thanks
chiefly
to
the
care
of
him
whom
I
call
my
second
father
)
,
there
is
much
in
the
metaphorical
diction
of
Shakspeare
which
I
failed
to
comprehend
;
but
he
seemed
to
me
so
far
like
the
modern
French
writers
who
affect
to
have
found
inspiration
in
his
muse
,
that
he
obtrudes
images
of
pain
and
suffering
without
cause
or
motive
sufficiently
clear
to
ordinary
understandings
,
as
I
had
taught
myself
to
think
it
ought
to
be
in
the
drama
.
He
makes
Fate
so
cruel
that
we
lose
sight
of
the
mild
deity
behind
her
.
Compare
,
in
this
,
Corneille’s
“
Polyeucte
,
”
with
the
“
Hamlet
.
”
In
the
first
an
equal
calamity
befalls
the
good
,
but
in
their
calamity
they
are
blessed
.
The
death
of
the
martyr
is
the
triumph
of
his
creed
.
But
when
we
have
put
down
the
English
tragedy
,
—
when
Hamlet
and
Ophelia
are
confounded
in
death
with
Polonius
and
the
fratricidal
king
,
we
see
not
what
good
end
for
humanity
is
achieved
.
The
passages
that
fasten
on
our
memory
do
not
make
us
happier
and
holier
:
they
suggest
but
terrible
problems
,
to
which
they
give
us
no
solution
.
In
the
“
Horaces
”
of
Corneille
there
are
fierce
contests
,
rude
passions
,
tears
drawn
from
some
of
the
bitterest
sources
of
human
pity
;
but
then
through
all
stands
out
,
large
and
visible
to
the
eyes
of
all
spectators
,
the
great
ideal
of
devoted
patriotism
.
How
much
of
all
that
has
been
grandest
in
the
life
of
France
,
redeeming
even
its
worst
crimes
of
revolution
in
the
love
of
country
,
has
had
its
origin
in
the
“
Horaces
”
of
Corneille
.
But
I
doubt
if
the
fates
of
Coriolanus
and
Caesar
and
Brutus
and
Antony
,
in
the
giant
tragedies
of
Shakspeare
,
have
made
Englishmen
more
willing
to
die
for
England
.
In
fine
,
it
was
long
before
—
I
will
not
say
I
understood
or
rightly
appreciated
Shakspeare
,
for
no
Englishman
would
admit
that
I
or
even
you
could
ever
do
so
,
but
before
I
could
recognize
the
justice
of
the
place
his
country
claims
for
him
as
the
genius
without
an
equal
in
the
literature
of
Europe
.
Meanwhile
the
ardour
I
had
put
into
study
,
and
the
wear
and
tear
of
the
emotions
which
the
study
called
forth
,
made
themselves
felt
in
a
return
of
my
former
illness
,
with
symptoms
still
more
alarming
;
and
when
the
year
was
out
I
was
ordained
to
rest
for
perhaps
another
year
before
I
could
sing
in
public
,
still
less
appear
on
the
stage
.
How
I
rejoiced
when
I
heard
that
fiat
!
for
I
emerged
from
that
year
of
study
with
a
heart
utterly
estranged
from
the
profession
in
which
I
had
centred
my
hopes
before
—
Yes
,
Eulalie
,
you
had
bid
me
accomplish
myself
for
the
arts
of
utterance
;
by
the
study
of
arts
in
which
thoughts
originate
the
words
they
employ
;
and
in
doing
so
I
had
changed
myself
into
another
being
.
I
was
forbidden
all
fatigue
of
mind
:
my
books
were
banished
,
but
not
the
new
self
which
the
books
had
formed
.
Recovering
slowly
through
the
summer
,
I
came
hither
two
months
since
,
ostensibly
for
the
advice
of
Dr.
C
—
—
—
-
,
but
really
in
the
desire
to
commune
with
my
own
heart
and
be
still
.
And
now
I
have
poured
forth
that
heart
to
you
,
would
you
persuade
me
still
to
be
a
singer
?
If
you
do
,
remember
at
least
how
jealous
and
absorbing
the
art
of
the
singer
and
the
actress
is
,
—
how
completely
I
must
surrender
myself
to
it
,
and
live
among
books
or
among
dreams
no
more
.
Can
I
be
anything
else
but
singer
?
and
if
not
,
should
I
be
contented
merely
to
read
and
to
dream
?
I
must
confide
to
you
one
ambition
which
during
the
lazy
Italian
summer
took
possession
of
me
;
I
must
tell
you
the
ambition
,
and
add
that
I
have
renounced
it
as
a
vain
one
.
I
had
hoped
that
I
could
compose
,
I
mean
in
music
.
I
was
pleased
with
some
things
I
did
:
they
expressed
in
music
what
I
could
not
express
in
words
;
and
one
secret
object
in
coming
here
was
to
submit
them
to
the
great
Maestro
.
He
listened
to
them
patiently
:
he
complimented
me
on
my
accuracy
in
the
mechanical
laws
of
composition
;
he
even
said
that
my
favourite
airs
were
“
touchants
et
gracieux
.
”
And
so
he
would
have
left
me
,
but
I
stopped
him
timidly
,
and
said
,
“
Tell
me
frankly
,
do
you
think
that
with
time
and
study
I
could
compose
music
such
as
singers
equal
to
myself
would
sing
to
?
”
“
You
mean
as
a
professional
composer
?
”
“
Well
,
yes
.
”
“
And
to
the
abandonment
of
your
vocation
as
a
singer
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
My
dear
child
,
I
should
be
your
worst
enemy
if
I
encouraged
such
a
notion
:
cling
to
the
career
in
which
you
call
be
greatest
;
gain
but
health
,
and
I
wager
my
reputation
on
your
glorious
success
on
the
stage
.
What
can
you
be
as
a
composer
?
You
will
set
pretty
music
to
pretty
words
,
and
will
be
sung
in
drawing-rooms
with
the
fame
a
little
more
or
less
that
generally
attends
the
compositions
of
female
amateurs
.
Aim
at
something
higher
,
as
I
know
you
would
do
,
and
you
will
not
succeed
.
Is
there
any
instance
in
modern
times
,
perhaps
in
any
times
,
of
a
female
composer
who
attains
even
to
the
eminence
of
a
third-rate
opera-writer
?
Composition
in
letters
may
be
of
no
sex
.
In
that
Madame
Dudevant
and
your
friend
Madame
de
Grantmesnil
can
beat
most
men
;
but
the
genius
of
musical
composition
is
homme
,
and
accept
it
as
a
compliment
when
I
say
that
you
are
essentially
femme
.
”
He
left
me
,
of
course
,
mortified
and
humbled
;
but
I
feel
he
is
right
as
regards
myself
,
though
whether
in
his
depreciation
of
our
whole
sex
I
cannot
say
.
But
as
this
hope
has
left
me
,
I
have
become
more
disquieted
,
still
more
restless
.
Counsel
me
,
Eulalie
;
counsel
,
and
,
if
possible
,
comfort
me
.
ISAURA
.
FROM
THE
SAME
TO
THE
SAME
.
No
letter
from
you
yet
,
and
I
have
left
you
in
peace
for
ten
days
.
How
do
you
think
I
have
spent
them
?
The
Maestro
called
on
us
with
M
.
Savarin
,
to
insist
on
our
accompanying
them
on
a
round
of
the
theatres
.
I
had
not
been
to
one
since
my
arrival
.
I
divined
that
the
kind-hearted
composer
had
a
motive
in
this
invitation
.
He
thought
that
in
witnessing
the
applauses
bestowed
on
actors
,
and
sharing
in
the
fascination
in
which
theatrical
illusion
holds
an
audience
,
my
old
passion
for
the
stage
,
and
with
it
the
longing
for
an
artiste’s
fame
,
would
revive
.
In
my
heart
I
wished
that
his
expectations
might
be
realized
.
Well
for
me
if
I
could
once
more
concentrate
all
my
aspirations
on
a
prize
within
my
reach
!
We
went
first
to
see
a
comedy
greatly
in
vogue
,
and
the
author
thoroughly
understands
the
French
stage
of
our
day
.
The
acting
was
excellent
in
its
way
.
The
next
night
we
went
to
the
Odeon
,
a
romantic
melodrama
in
six
acts
,
and
I
know
not
how
many
tableaux
.
I
found
no
fault
with
the
acting
there
.
I
do
not
give
you
the
rest
of
our
programme
.
We
visited
all
the
principal
theatres
,
reserving
the
opera
and
Madame
S
—
—
—
for
the
last
.
Before
I
speak
of
the
opera
,
let
me
say
a
word
or
two
on
the
plays
.
There
is
no
country
in
which
the
theatre
has
so
great
a
hold
on
the
public
as
in
France
;
no
country
in
which
the
successful
dramatist
has
so
high
a
fame
;
no
country
perhaps
in
which
the
state
of
the
stage
so
faithfully
represents
the
moral
and
intellectual
condition
of
the
people
.
I
say
this
not
,
of
course
,
from
my
experience
of
countries
which
I
have
not
visited
,
but
from
all
I
hear
of
the
stage
in
Germany
and
in
England
.
The
impression
left
on
my
mind
by
the
performances
I
witnessed
is
,
that
the
French
people
are
becoming
dwarfed
.
The
comedies
that
please
them
are
but
pleasant
caricatures
of
petty
sections
in
a
corrupt
society
.
They
contain
no
large
types
of
human
nature
;
their
witticisms
convey
no
luminous
flashes
of
truth
;
their
sentiment
is
not
pure
and
noble
,
—
it
is
a
sickly
and
false
perversion
of
the
impure
and
ignoble
into
travesties
of
the
pure
and
noble
.
Their
melodramas
cannot
be
classed
as
literature
:
all
that
really
remains
of
the
old
French
genius
is
its
vaudeville
.
Great
dramatists
create
great
parts
.
One
great
part
,
such
as
a
Rachel
would
gladly
have
accepted
,
I
have
not
seen
in
the
dramas
of
the
young
generation
.
High
art
has
taken
refuge
in
the
opera
;
but
that
is
not
French
opera
.
I
do
not
complain
so
much
that
French
taste
is
less
refined
.
I
complain
that
French
intellect
is
lowered
.
The
descent
from
“
Polyeucte
”
to
“
Ruy
Blas
”
is
great
,
not
so
much
in
the
poetry
of
form
as
in
the
elevation
of
thought
;
but
the
descent
from
“
Ruy
Blas
”
to
the
best
drama
now
produced
is
out
of
poetry
altogether
,
and
into
those
flats
of
prose
which
give
not
even
the
glimpse
of
a
mountain-top
.
But
now
to
the
opera
.
S
—
—
—
in
Norma
!
The
house
was
crowded
,
and
its
enthusiasm
as
loud
as
it
was
genuine
.
You
tell
me
that
S
—
—
—
never
rivalled
Pasta
,
but
certainly
her
Norma
is
a
great
performance
.
Her
voice
has
lost
less
of
its
freshness
than
I
had
been
told
,
and
what
is
lost
of
it
her
practised
management
conceals
or
carries
off
.
The
Maestro
was
quite
right
:
I
could
never
vie
with
her
in
her
own
line
;
but
conceited
and
vain
as
I
may
seem
even
to
you
in
saying
so
,
I
feel
in
my
own
line
that
I
could
command
as
large
an
applause
,
—
of
course
taking
into
account
my
brief-lived
advantage
of
youth
.
Her
acting
,
apart
from
her
voice
,
does
not
please
me
.
It
seems
to
me
to
want
intelligence
of
the
subtler
feelings
,
the
under-current
of
emotion
which
constitutes
the
chief
beauty
of
the
situation
and
the
character
.
Am
I
jealous
when
I
say
this
?
Read
on
and
judge
.
On
our
return
that
night
,
when
I
had
seen
the
Venosta
to
bed
,
I
went
into
my
own
room
,
opened
the
window
,
and
looked
out
.
A
lovely
night
,
mild
as
in
spring
at
Florence
,
—
the
moon
at
her
full
,
and
the
stars
looking
so
calm
and
so
high
beyond
our
reach
of
their
tranquillity
.
The
evergreens
in
the
gardens
of
the
villas
around
me
silvered
over
,
and
the
summer
boughs
,
not
yet
clothed
with
leaves
,
were
scarcely
visible
amid
the
changeless
smile
of
the
laurels
.
At
the
distance
lay
Paris
,
only
to
be
known
by
its
innumerable
lights
.
And
then
I
said
to
myself
,
“
No
,
I
cannot
be
an
actress
;
I
cannot
resign
my
real
self
for
that
vamped-up
hypocrite
before
the
lamps
.
Out
on
those
stage-robes
and
painted
cheeks
!
Out
on
that
simulated
utterance
of
sentiments
learned
by
rote
and
practised
before
the
looking-glass
till
every
gesture
has
its
drill
!
”
Then
I
gazed
on
those
stars
which
provoke
our
questionings
,
and
return
no
answer
,
till
my
heart
grew
full
,
—
so
full
,
—
and
I
bowed
my
head
and
wept
like
a
child
.
FROM
THE
SAME
TO
THE
SAME
.
And
still
no
letter
from
you
!
I
see
in
the
journals
that
you
have
left
Nice
.
Is
it
that
you
are
too
absorbed
in
your
work
to
have
leisure
to
write
to
me
?
I
know
you
are
not
ill
,
for
if
you
were
,
all
Paris
would
know
of
it
.
All
Europe
has
an
interest
in
your
health
.
Positively
I
will
write
to
you
no
more
till
a
word
from
yourself
bids
me
do
so
.
I
fear
I
must
give
up
my
solitary
walks
in
the
Bois
de
Boulogne
:
they
were
very
dear
to
me
,
partly
because
the
quiet
path
to
which
I
confined
myself
was
that
to
which
you
directed
me
as
the
one
you
habitually
selected
when
at
Paris
,
and
in
which
you
had
brooded
over
and
revolved
the
loveliest
of
your
romances
;
and
partly
because
it
was
there
that
,
catching
,
alas
!
not
inspiration
but
enthusiasm
from
the
genius
that
had
hallowed
the
place
,
and
dreaming
I
might
originate
music
,
I
nursed
my
own
aspirations
and
murmured
my
own
airs
.
And
though
so
close
to
that
world
of
Paris
to
which
all
artists
must
appeal
for
judgment
or
audience
,
the
spot
was
so
undisturbed
,
so
sequestered
.
But
of
late
that
path
has
lost
its
solitude
,
and
therefore
its
charm
.
Six
days
ago
the
first
person
I
encountered
in
my
walk
was
a
man
whom
I
did
not
then
heed
.
He
seemed
in
thought
,
or
rather
in
revery
,
like
myself
;
we
passed
each
other
twice
or
thrice
,
and
I
did
not
notice
whether
he
was
young
or
old
,
tall
or
short
;
but
he
came
the
next
day
,
and
a
third
day
,
and
then
I
saw
that
he
was
young
,
and
,
in
so
regarding
him
,
his
eyes
became
fixed
on
mine
.
The
fourth
day
he
did
not
come
,
but
two
other
men
came
,
and
the
look
of
one
was
inquisitive
and
offensive
.
They
sat
themselves
down
on
a
bench
in
the
walk
,
and
though
I
did
not
seem
to
notice
them
,
I
hastened
home
;
and
the
next
day
,
in
talking
with
our
kind
Madame
Savarin
,
and
alluding
to
these
quiet
walks
of
mine
,
she
hinted
,
with
the
delicacy
which
is
her
characteristic
,
that
the
customs
of
Paris
did
not
allow
demoiselles
comme
il
faut
to
walk
alone
even
in
the
most
sequestered
paths
of
the
Bois
.
I
begin
now
to
comprehend
your
disdain
of
customs
which
impose
chains
so
idly
galling
on
the
liberty
of
our
sex
.
We
dined
with
the
Savarins
last
evening
:
what
a
joyous
nature
he
has
!
Not
reading
Latin
,
I
only
know
Horace
by
translations
,
which
I
am
told
are
bad
;
but
Savarin
seems
to
me
a
sort
of
half
Horace
,
—
Horace
on
his
town-bred
side
,
so
playfully
well-bred
,
so
good-humoured
in
his
philosophy
,
so
affectionate
to
friends
,
and
so
biting
to
foes
.
But
certainly
Savarin
could
not
have
lived
in
a
country
farm
upon
endives
and
mallows
.
He
is
town-bred
and
Parisian
,
jusqu’au
bout
des
ongles
.
How
he
admires
you
,
and
how
I
love
him
for
it
!
Only
in
one
thing
he
disappoints
me
there
.
It
is
your
style
that
he
chiefly
praises
:
certainly
that
style
is
matchless
;
but
style
is
only
the
clothing
of
thought
,
and
to
praise
your
style
seems
to
me
almost
as
invidious
as
the
compliment
to
some
perfect
beauty
,
not
on
her
form
and
face
,
but
on
her
taste
and
dress
.
We
met
at
dinner
an
American
and
his
wife
,
—
a
Colonel
and
Mrs.
Morley
:
she
is
delicately
handsome
,
as
the
American
women
I
have
seen
generally
are
,
and
with
that
frank
vivacity
of
manner
which
distinguishes
them
from
English
women
.
She
seemed
to
take
a
fancy
to
me
,
and
we
soon
grew
very
good
friends
.
She
is
the
first
advocate
I
have
met
,
except
yourself
,
of
that
doctrine
upon
the
rights
of
Women
,
of
which
one
reads
more
in
the
journals
than
one
hears
discussed
in
salons
.
Naturally
enough
I
felt
great
interest
in
that
subject
,
more
especially
since
my
rambles
in
the
Bois
were
forbidden
;
and
as
long
as
she
declaimed
on
the
hard
fate
of
the
women
who
,
feeling
within
them
powers
that
struggle
for
air
and
light
beyond
the
close
precinct
of
household
duties
,
find
themselves
restricted
from
fair
rivalry
with
men
in
such
fields
of
knowledge
and
toil
and
glory
as
men
since
the
world
began
have
appropriated
to
themselves
,
I
need
not
say
that
I
went
with
her
cordially
:
you
can
guess
that
by
my
former
letters
.
But
when
she
entered
into
the
detailed
catalogue
of
our
exact
wrongs
and
our
exact
rights
,
I
felt
all
the
pusillanimity
of
my
sex
and
shrank
back
in
terror
.
Her
husband
,
joining
us
when
she
was
in
full
tide
of
eloquence
,
smiled
at
me
with
a
kind
of
saturnine
mirth
.
“
Mademoiselle
,
don’t
believe
a
word
she
says
:
it
is
only
tall
talk
!
In
America
the
women
are
absolute
tyrants
,
and
it
is
I
who
,
in
concert
with
my
oppressed
countrymen
,
am
going
in
for
a
platform
agitation
to
restore
the
Rights
of
Men
.
”
Upon
this
there
was
a
lively
battle
of
words
between
the
spouses
,
in
which
,
I
must
own
,
I
thought
the
lady
was
decidedly
worsted
.
No
,
Eulalie
,
I
see
nothing
in
these
schemes
for
altering
our
relations
towards
the
other
sex
which
would
improve
our
condition
.
The
inequalities
we
suffer
are
not
imposed
by
law
,
—
not
even
by
convention
:
they
are
imposed
by
nature
.
Eulalie
,
you
have
had
an
experience
unknown
to
me
:
you
have
loved
.
In
that
day
did
you
,
—
you
,
round
whom
poets
and
sages
and
statesmen
gather
,
listening
to
your
words
as
to
an
oracle
,
—
did
you
feel
that
your
pride
of
genius
had
gone
out
from
you
,
that
your
ambition
lived
in
whom
you
loved
,
that
his
smile
was
more
to
you
than
the
applause
of
a
world
?
I
feel
as
if
love
in
a
woman
must
destroy
her
rights
of
equality
,
that
it
gives
to
her
a
sovereign
even
in
one
who
would
be
inferior
to
herself
if
her
love
did
not
glorify
and
crown
him
.
Ah
!
if
I
could
but
merge
this
terrible
egotism
which
oppresses
me
,
into
the
being
of
some
one
who
is
what
I
would
wish
to
be
were
I
man
!
I
would
not
ask
him
to
achieve
fame
.
Enough
if
I
felt
that
he
was
worthy
of
it
,
and
happier
methinks
to
console
him
when
he
failed
than
to
triumph
with
him
when
he
won
.
Tell
me
,
have
you
felt
this
?
When
you
loved
did
you
stoop
as
to
a
slave
,
or
did
you
bow
down
as
to
a
master
?
FROM
MADAME
DE
GRANTMESNIL
TO
ISAURA
CICOGNA
.
Chere
enfant
,
—
All
your
four
letters
have
reached
me
the
same
day
.
In
one
of
my
sudden
whims
I
set
off
with
a
few
friends
on
a
rapid
tour
along
the
Riviera
to
Genoa
,
thence
to
Turin
on
to
Milan
.
Not
knowing
where
we
should
rest
even
for
a
day
,
my
letters
were
not
forwarded
.
I
came
back
to
Nice
yesterday
,
consoled
for
all
fatigues
in
having
insured
that
accuracy
in
description
of
localities
which
my
work
necessitates
.
You
are
,
my
poor
child
,
in
that
revolutionary
crisis
through
which
genius
passes
in
youth
before
it
knows
its
own
self
,
and
longs
vaguely
to
do
or
to
be
a
something
other
than
it
has
done
or
has
been
before
.
For
,
not
to
be
unjust
to
your
own
powers
,
genius
you
have
,
—
that
inborn
undefinable
essence
,
including
talent
,
and
yet
distinct
from
it
.
Genius
you
have
,
but
genius
unconcentrated
,
undisciplined
.
I
see
,
though
you
are
too
diffident
to
say
so
openly
,
that
you
shrink
from
the
fame
of
singer
,
because
,
fevered
by
your
reading
,
you
would
fain
aspire
to
the
thorny
crown
of
author
.
I
echo
the
hard
saying
of
the
Maestro
:
I
should
be
your
worst
enemy
did
I
encourage
you
to
forsake
a
career
in
which
a
dazzling
success
is
so
assured
,
for
one
in
which
,
if
it
were
your
true
vocation
,
you
would
not
ask
whether
you
were
fit
for
it
;
you
would
be
impelled
to
it
by
the
terrible
star
which
presides
over
the
birth
of
poets
.
Have
you
,
who
are
so
naturally
observant
,
and
of
late
have
become
so
reflective
,
never
remarked
that
authors
,
however
absorbed
in
their
own
craft
,
do
not
wish
their
children
to
adopt
it
?
The
most
successful
author
is
perhaps
the
last
person
to
whom
neophytes
should
come
for
encouragement
.
This
I
think
is
not
the
case
with
the
cultivators
of
the
sister
arts
.
The
painter
,
the
sculptor
,
the
musician
,
seem
disposed
to
invite
disciples
and
welcome
acolytes
.
As
for
those
engaged
in
the
practical
affairs
of
life
,
fathers
mostly
wish
their
sons
to
be
as
they
have
been
.
The
politician
,
the
lawyer
,
the
merchant
,
each
says
to
his
children
,
“
Follow
my
steps
.
”
All
parents
in
practical
life
would
at
least
agree
in
this
,
—
they
would
not
wish
their
sons
to
be
poets
.
There
must
be
some
sound
cause
in
the
world’s
philosophy
for
this
general
concurrence
of
digression
from
a
road
of
which
the
travellers
themselves
say
to
those
whom
they
love
best
,
“
Beware
!
”
Romance
in
youth
is
,
if
rightly
understood
,
the
happiest
nutriment
of
wisdom
in
after-years
;
but
I
would
never
invite
any
one
to
look
upon
the
romance
of
youth
as
a
thing
“
To
case
in
periods
and
embalm
in
ink
.
”
Enfant
,
have
you
need
of
a
publisher
to
create
romance
?
Is
it
not
in
yourself
?
Do
not
imagine
that
genius
requires
for
its
enjoyment
the
scratch
of
the
pen
and
the
types
of
the
printer
.
Do
not
suppose
that
the
poet
,
the
romancier
,
is
most
poetic
,
most
romantic
,
when
he
is
striving
,
struggling
,
labouring
,
to
check
the
rush
of
his
ideas
,
and
materialize
the
images
which
visit
him
as
souls
into
such
tangible
likenesses
of
flesh
and
blood
that
the
highest
compliment
a
reader
can
bestow
on
them
is
to
say
that
they
are
lifelike
:
No
:
the
poet’s
real
delight
is
not
in
the
mechanism
of
composing
;
the
best
part
of
that
delight
is
in
the
sympathies
he
has
established
with
innumerable
modifications
of
life
and
form
,
and
art
and
Nature
,
sympathies
which
are
often
found
equally
keen
in
those
who
have
not
the
same
gift
of
language
.
The
poet
is
but
the
interpreter
.
What
of
?
—
Truths
in
the
hearts
of
others
.
He
utters
what
they
feel
.
Is
the
joy
in
the
utterance
?
Nay
,
it
is
in
the
feeling
itself
.
So
,
my
dear
,
dark-bright
child
of
song
,
when
I
bade
thee
open
,
out
of
the
beaten
thoroughfare
,
paths
into
the
meads
and
river-banks
at
either
side
of
the
formal
hedgerows
,
rightly
dost
thou
add
that
I
enjoined
thee
to
make
thine
art
thy
companion
.
In
the
culture
of
that
art
for
which
you
are
so
eminently
gifted
,
you
will
find
the
ideal
life
ever
beside
the
real
.
Are
you
not
ashamed
to
tell
me
that
in
that
art
you
do
but
utter
the
thoughts
of
others
?
You
utter
them
in
music
;
through
the
music
you
not
only
give
to
the
thoughts
a
new
character
,
but
you
make
them
reproductive
of
fresh
thoughts
in
your
audience
.
You
said
very
truly
that
you
found
in
composing
you
could
put
into
music
thoughts
which
you
could
not
put
into
words
.
That
is
the
peculiar
distinction
of
music
.
No
genuine
musician
can
explain
in
words
exactly
what
he
means
to
convey
in
his
music
.
How
little
a
libretto
interprets
an
opera
;
how
little
we
care
even
to
read
it
!
It
is
the
music
that
speaks
to
us
;
and
how
?
—
Through
the
human
voice
.
We
do
not
notice
how
poor
are
the
words
which
the
voice
warbles
.
It
is
the
voice
itself
interpreting
the
soul
of
the
musician
which
enchants
and
enthralls
us
.
And
you
who
have
that
voice
pretend
to
despise
the
gift
.
What
!
despise
the
power
of
communicating
delight
!
—
the
power
that
we
authors
envy
;
and
rarely
,
if
ever
,
can
we
give
delight
with
so
little
alloy
as
the
singer
.
And
when
an
audience
disperses
,
can
you
guess
what
griefs
the
singer
may
have
comforted
?
what
hard
hearts
he
may
have
softened
?
what
high
thoughts
he
may
have
awakened
?
You
say
,
“
Out
on
the
vamped-up
hypocrite
!
Out
on
the
stage-robes
and
painted
cheeks
!
”
I
say
,
“
Out
on
the
morbid
spirit
which
so
cynically
regards
the
mere
details
by
which
a
whole
effect
on
the
minds
and
hearts
and
souls
of
races
and
nations
can
be
produced
!
”
There
,
have
I
scolded
you
sufficiently
?
I
should
scold
you
more
,
if
I
did
not
see
in
the
affluence
of
your
youth
and
your
intellect
the
cause
of
your
restlessness
.
Riches
are
always
restless
.
It
is
only
to
poverty
that
the
gods
give
content
.
You
question
me
about
love
;
you
ask
if
I
have
ever
bowed
to
a
master
,
ever
merged
my
life
in
another’s
:
expect
no
answer
on
this
from
me
.
Circe
herself
could
give
no
answer
to
the
simplest
maid
,
who
,
never
having
loved
,
asks
,
“
What
is
love
?
”
In
the
history
of
the
passions
each
human
heart
is
a
world
in
itself
;
its
experience
profits
no
others
.
In
no
two
lives
does
love
play
the
same
part
or
bequeath
the
same
record
.
I
know
not
whether
I
am
glad
or
sorry
that
the
word
“
love
”
now
falls
on
my
ear
with
a
sound
as
slight
and
as
faint
as
the
dropping
of
a
leaf
in
autumn
may
fall
on
thine
.
I
volunteer
but
this
lesson
,
the
wisest
I
can
give
,
if
thou
canst
understand
it
:
as
I
bade
thee
take
art
into
thy
life
,
so
learn
to
look
on
life
itself
as
an
art
.
Thou
couldst
discover
the
charm
in
Tasso
;
thou
couldst
perceive
that
the
requisite
of
all
art
,
that
which
pleases
,
is
in
the
harmony
of
proportion
.
We
lose
sight
of
beauty
if
we
exaggerate
the
feature
most
beautiful
.
Love
proportioned
adorns
the
homeliest
existence
;
love
disproportioned
deforms
the
fairest
.
Alas
!
wilt
thou
remember
this
warning
when
the
time
comes
in
which
it
may
be
needed
?
E
—
—
-
G
—
—
—
-
.
BOOK
II
.
CHAPTER
I
.
It
is
several
weeks
after
the
date
of
the
last
chapter
;
the
lime-trees
in
the
Tuileries
are
clothed
in
green
.
In
a
somewhat
spacious
apartment
on
the
ground-floor
in
the
quiet
locality
of
the
Rue
d’Anjou
,
a
man
was
seated
,
very
still
and
evidently
absorbed
in
deep
thought
,
before
a
writing-table
placed
close
to
the
window
.
Seen
thus
,
there
was
an
expression
of
great
power
both
of
intellect
and
of
character
in
a
face
which
,
in
ordinary
social
commune
,
might
rather
be
noticeable
for
an
aspect
of
hardy
frankness
,
suiting
well
with
the
clear-cut
,
handsome
profile
,
and
the
rich
dark
auburn
hair
,
waving
carelessly
over
one
of
those
broad
open
foreheads
,
which
,
according
to
an
old
writer
,
seem
the
“
frontispiece
of
a
temple
dedicated
to
Honour
.
”
The
forehead
,
indeed
,
was
the
man’s
most
remarkable
feature
.
It
could
not
but
prepossess
the
beholder
.
When
,
in
private
theatricals
,
he
had
need
to
alter
the
character
of
his
countenance
,
he
did
it
effectually
,
merely
by
forcing
down
his
hair
till
it
reached
his
eyebrows
.
He
no
longer
then
looked
like
the
same
man
.
The
person
I
describe
has
been
already
introduced
to
the
reader
as
Graham
Vane
.
But
perhaps
this
is
the
fit
occasion
to
enter
into
some
such
details
as
to
his
parentage
and
position
as
may
make
the
introduction
more
satisfactory
and
complete
.
His
father
,
the
representative
of
a
very
ancient
family
,
came
into
possession
,
after
a
long
minority
,
of
what
may
be
called
a
fair
squire’s
estate
,
and
about
half
a
million
in
moneyed
investments
,
inherited
on
the
female
side
.
Both
land
and
money
were
absolutely
at
his
disposal
,
unencumbered
by
entail
or
settlement
.
He
was
a
man
of
a
brilliant
,
irregular
genius
,
of
princely
generosity
,
of
splendid
taste
,
of
a
gorgeous
kind
of
pride
closely
allied
to
a
masculine
kind
of
vanity
.
As
soon
as
he
was
of
age
he
began
to
build
,
converting
his
squire’s
hall
into
a
ducal
palace
.
He
then
stood
for
the
county
;
and
in
days
before
the
first
Reform
Bill
,
when
a
county
election
was
to
the
estate
of
a
candidate
what
a
long
war
is
to
the
debt
of
a
nation
.
He
won
the
election
;
he
obtained
early
successes
in
Parliament
.
It
was
said
by
good
authorities
in
political
circles
that
,
if
he
chose
,
he
might
aspire
to
lead
his
party
,
and
ultimately
to
hold
the
first
rank
in
the
government
of
his
country
.
That
may
or
may
not
be
true
;
but
certainly
he
did
not
choose
to
take
the
trouble
necessary
for
such
an
ambition
.
He
was
too
fond
of
pleasure
,
of
luxury
,
of
pomp
.
He
kept
a
famous
stud
of
racers
and
hunters
.
He
was
a
munificent
patron
of
art
.
His
establishments
,
his
entertainments
,
were
on
a
par
with
those
of
the
great
noble
who
represented
the
loftiest
(
Mr.
Vane
would
not
own
it
to
be
the
eldest
)
branch
of
his
genealogical
tree
.
He
became
indifferent
to
political
contests
,
indolent
in
his
attendance
at
the
House
,
speaking
seldom
,
not
at
great
length
nor
with
much
preparation
,
but
with
power
and
fire
,
originality
and
genius
;
so
that
he
was
not
only
effective
as
an
orator
,
but
combining
with
eloquence
advantages
of
birth
,
person
,
station
,
the
reputation
of
patriotic
independence
,
and
genial
attributes
of
character
,
he
was
an
authority
of
weight
in
the
scales
of
party
.
This
gentleman
,
at
the
age
of
forty
,
married
the
dowerless
daughter
of
a
poor
but
distinguished
naval
officer
,
of
noble
family
,
first
cousin
to
the
Duke
of
Alton
.
He
settled
on
her
a
suitable
jointure
,
but
declined
to
tie
up
any
portion
of
his
property
for
the
benefit
of
children
by
the
marriage
.
He
declared
that
so
much
of
his
fortune
was
invested
either
in
mines
,
the
produce
of
which
was
extremely
fluctuating
,
or
in
various
funds
,
over
rapid
transfers
in
which
it
was
his
amusement
and
his
interest
to
have
control
,
unchecked
by
reference
to
trustees
,
that
entails
and
settlements
on
children
were
an
inconvenience
he
declined
to
incur
.
Besides
,
he
held
notions
of
his
own
as
to
the
wisdom
of
keeping
children
dependent
on
their
father
.
“
What
numbers
of
young
men
,
”
said
he
,
“
are
ruined
in
character
and
in
fortune
by
knowing
that
when
their
father
dies
they
are
certain
of
the
same
provision
,
no
matter
how
they
displease
him
;
and
in
the
meanwhile
forestalling
that
provision
by
recourse
to
usurers
.
”
These
arguments
might
not
have
prevailed
over
the
bride’s
father
a
year
or
two
later
,
when
,
by
the
death
of
intervening
kinsmen
,
he
became
Duke
of
Alton
;
but
in
his
then
circumstances
the
marriage
itself
was
so
much
beyond
the
expectations
which
the
portionless
daughter
of
a
sea-captain
has
the
right
to
form
that
Mr.
Vane
had
it
all
his
own
way
,
and
he
remained
absolute
master
of
his
whole
fortune
,
save
of
that
part
of
his
landed
estate
on
which
his
wife’s
jointure
was
settled
;
and
even
from
this
incumbrance
he
was
very
soon
freed
.
His
wife
died
in
the
second
year
of
marriage
,
leaving
an
only
son
,
—
Graham
.
He
grieved
for
her
loss
with
all
the
passion
of
an
impressionable
,
ardent
,
and
powerful
nature
.
Then
for
a
while
he
sought
distraction
to
his
sorrow
by
throwing
himself
into
public
life
with
a
devoted
energy
he
had
not
previously
displayed
.
His
speeches
served
to
bring
his
party
into
power
,
and
he
yielded
,
though
reluctantly
,
to
the
unanimous
demand
of
that
party
that
he
should
accept
one
of
the
highest
offices
in
the
new
Cabinet
.
He
acquitted
himself
well
as
an
administrator
,
but
declared
,
no
doubt
honestly
,
that
he
felt
like
Sinbad
released
from
the
old
man
on
his
back
,
when
,
a
year
or
two
afterwards
,
he
went
out
of
office
with
his
party
.
No
persuasions
could
induce
him
to
come
in
again
;
nor
did
he
ever
again
take
a
very
active
part
in
debate
.
“
No
,
”
said
he
,
“
I
was
born
to
the
freedom
of
a
private
gentleman
:
intolerable
to
me
is
the
thraldom
of
a
public
servant
.
But
I
will
bring
up
my
son
so
that
he
may
acquit
the
debt
which
I
decline
to
pay
to
my
country
.
”
There
he
kept
his
word
.
Graham
had
been
carefully
educated
for
public
life
,
the
ambition
for
it
dinned
into
his
ear
from
childhood
.
In
his
school
vacations
his
father
made
him
learn
and
declaim
chosen
specimens
of
masculine
oratory
;
engaged
an
eminent
actor
to
give
him
lessons
in
elocution
;
bade
him
frequent
theatres
,
and
study
there
the
effect
which
words
derive
from
looks
and
gesture
;
encouraged
him
to
take
part
himself
in
private
theatricals
.
To
all
this
the
boy
lent
his
mind
with
delight
.
He
had
the
orator’s
inborn
temperament
;
quick
,
yet
imaginative
,
and
loving
the
sport
of
rivalry
and
contest
.
Being
also
,
in
his
boyish
years
,
good-humoured
and
joyous
,
he
was
not
more
a
favourite
with
the
masters
in
the
schoolroom
than
with
the
boys
in
the
play-ground
.
Leaving
Eton
at
seventeen
,
he
then
entered
at
Cambridge
,
and
became
,
in
his
first
term
,
the
most
popular
speaker
at
the
Union
.
But
his
father
cut
short
his
academical
career
,
and
decided
,
for
reasons
of
his
own
,
to
place
him
at
once
in
diplomacy
.
He
was
attached
to
the
Embassy
at
Paris
,
and
partook
of
the
pleasures
and
dissipations
of
that
metropolis
too
keenly
to
retain
much
of
the
sterner
ambition
to
which
he
had
before
devoted
himself
.
Becoming
one
of
the
spoiled
darlings
of
fashion
,
there
was
great
danger
that
his
character
would
relax
into
the
easy
grace
of
the
Epicurean
,
when
all
such
loiterings
in
the
Rose
Garden
were
brought
to
abrupt
close
by
a
rude
and
terrible
change
in
his
fortunes
.
His
father
was
killed
by
a
fall
from
his
horse
in
hunting
;
and
when
his
affairs
were
investigated
,
they
were
found
to
be
hopelessly
involved
:
apparently
the
assets
would
not
suffice
for
the
debts
.
The
elder
Vane
himself
was
probably
not
aware
of
the
extent
of
his
liabilities
.
He
had
never
wanted
ready
money
to
the
last
.
He
could
always
obtain
that
from
a
money-lender
,
or
from
the
sale
of
his
funded
investments
.
But
it
became
obvious
,
on
examining
his
papers
,
that
he
knew
at
least
how
impaired
would
be
the
heritage
he
should
bequeath
to
a
son
whom
he
idolized
.
For
that
reason
he
had
given
Graham
a
profession
in
diplomacy
,
and
for
that
reason
he
had
privately
applied
to
the
Ministry
for
the
Viceroyalty
of
India
,
in
the
event
of
its
speedy
vacancy
.
He
was
eminent
enough
not
to
anticipate
refusal
,
and
with
economy
in
that
lucrative
post
much
of
his
pecuniary
difficulties
might
have
been
redeemed
,
and
at
least
an
independent
provision
secured
for
his
son
.
Graham
,
like
Alain
de
Rochebriant
,
allowed
no
reproach
on
his
father’s
memory
;
indeed
,
with
more
reason
than
Alain
,
for
the
elder
Vane’s
fortune
had
at
least
gone
on
no
mean
and
frivolous
dissipation
.
It
had
lavished
itself
on
encouragement
to
art
,
on
great
objects
of
public
beneficence
,
on
public-spirited
aid
of
political
objects
;
and
even
in
more
selfish
enjoyments
there
was
a
certain
grandeur
in
his
princely
hospitalities
,
in
his
munificent
generosity
,
in
a
warm-hearted
carelessness
for
money
.
No
indulgence
in
petty
follies
or
degrading
vices
aggravated
the
offence
of
the
magnificent
squanderer
.
“
Let
me
look
on
my
loss
of
fortune
as
a
gain
to
myself
,
”
said
Graham
,
manfully
.
“
Had
I
been
a
rich
man
,
my
experience
of
Paris
tells
me
that
I
should
most
likely
have
been
a
very
idle
one
.
Now
that
I
have
no
gold
,
I
must
dig
in
myself
for
iron
.
”
The
man
to
whom
he
said
this
was
an
uncle-in-law
,
—
if
I
may
use
that
phrase
,
—
the
Right
Hon.
Richard
King
,
popularly
styled
“
the
blameless
King
.
”
This
gentleman
had
married
the
sister
of
Graham’s
mother
,
whose
loss
in
his
infancy
and
boyhood
she
had
tenderly
and
anxiously
sought
to
supply
.
It
is
impossible
to
conceive
a
woman
more
fitted
to
invite
love
and
reverence
than
was
Lady
Janet
King
,
her
manners
were
so
sweet
and
gentle
,
her
whole
nature
so
elevated
and
pure
.
Her
father
had
succeeded
to
the
dukedom
when
she
married
Mr.
King
,
and
the
alliance
was
not
deemed
quite
suitable
.
Still
it
was
not
one
to
which
the
Duke
would
have
been
fairly
justified
in
refusing
his
assent
.
Mr.
King
could
not
indeed
boast
of
noble
ancestry
,
nor
was
even
a
landed
proprietor
;
but
he
was
a
not-undistinguished
member
of
Parliament
,
of
irreproachable
character
,
and
ample
fortune
inherited
from
a
distant
kinsman
,
who
had
enriched
himself
as
a
merchant
.
It
was
on
both
sides
a
marriage
of
love
.
It
is
popularly
said
that
a
man
uplifts
a
wife
to
his
own
rank
:
it
as
often
happens
that
a
woman
uplifts
her
husband
to
the
dignity
of
her
own
character
.
Richard
King
rose
greatly
in
public
estimation
after
his
marriage
with
Lady
Janet
.
She
united
to
a
sincere
piety
a
very
active
and
a
very
enlightened
benevolence
.
She
guided
his
ambition
aside
from
mere
party
politics
into
subjects
of
social
and
religious
interest
,
and
in
devoting
himself
to
these
he
achieved
a
position
more
popular
and
more
respected
than
he
could
ever
have
won
in
the
strife
of
party
.
When
the
Government
of
which
the
elder
Vane
became
a
leading
Minister
was
formed
,
it
was
considered
a
great
object
to
secure
a
name
as
high
in
the
religious
world
,
so
beloved
by
the
working
classes
,
as
that
of
Richard
King
;
and
he
accepted
one
of
those
places
which
,
though
not
in
the
cabinet
,
confers
the
rank
of
Privy
Councillor
.
When
that
brief-lived
Administration
ceased
,
he
felt
the
same
sensation
of
relief
that
Vane
had
felt
,
and
came
to
the
same
resolution
never
again
to
accept
office
,
but
from
different
reasons
,
all
of
which
need
not
now
be
detailed
.
Amongst
them
,
however
,
certainly
this
:
he
was
exceedingly
sensitive
to
opinion
,
thin-skinned
as
to
abuse
,
and
very
tenacious
of
the
respect
due
to
his
peculiar
character
of
sanctity
and
philanthropy
.
He
writhed
under
every
newspaper
article
that
had
made
“
the
blameless
King
”
responsible
for
the
iniquities
of
the
Government
to
which
he
belonged
.
In
the
loss
of
office
he
seemed
to
recover
his
former
throne
.
Mr.
King
heard
Graham’s
resolution
with
a
grave
approving
smile
,
and
his
interest
in
the
young
man
became
greatly
increased
.
He
devoted
himself
strenuously
to
the
object
of
saving
to
Graham
some
wrecks
of
his
paternal
fortunes
,
and
having
a
clear
head
and
great
experience
in
the
transaction
of
business
,
he
succeeded
beyond
the
most
sanguine
expectations
formed
by
the
family
solicitor
.
A
rich
manufacturer
was
found
to
purchase
at
a
fancy
price
the
bulk
of
the
estate
with
the
palatial
mansion
,
which
the
estate
alone
could
never
have
sufficed
to
maintain
with
suitable
establishments
.
So
that
when
all
debts
were
paid
,
Graham
found
himself
in
possession
of
a
clear
income
of
about
L500
a
year
,
invested
in
a
mortgage
secured
on
a
part
of
the
hereditary
lands
,
on
which
was
seated
an
old
hunting-lodge
bought
by
a
brewer
.
With
this
portion
of
the
property
Graham
parted
very
reluctantly
.
It
was
situated
amid
the
most
picturesque
scenery
on
the
estate
,
and
the
lodge
itself
was
a
remnant
of
the
original
residence
of
his
ancestors
before
it
had
been
abandoned
for
that
which
,
built
in
the
reign
of
Elizabeth
,
had
been
expanded
into
a
Trenthain-like
palace
by
the
last
owner
.
But
Mr.
King’s
argument
reconciled
him
to
the
sacrifice
.
“
I
can
manage
,
”
said
the
prudent
adviser
,
“
if
you
insist
on
it
,
to
retain
that
remnant
of
the
hereditary
estate
which
you
are
so
loath
to
part
with
.
But
how
?
by
mortgaging
it
to
an
extent
that
will
scarcely
leave
you
L50
.
a
year
net
from
the
rents
.
This
is
not
all
.
Your
mind
will
then
be
distracted
from
the
large
object
of
a
career
to
the
small
object
of
retaining
a
few
family
acres
;
you
will
be
constantly
hampered
by
private
anxieties
and
fears
;
you
could
do
nothing
for
the
benefit
of
those
around
you
,
—
could
not
repair
a
farmhouse
for
a
better
class
of
tenant
,
could
not
rebuild
a
labourer’s
dilapidated
cottage
.
Give
up
an
idea
that
might
be
very
well
for
a
man
whose
sole
ambition
was
to
remain
a
squire
,
however
beggarly
.
Launch
yourself
into
the
larger
world
of
metropolitan
life
with
energies
wholly
unshackled
,
a
mind
wholly
undisturbed
,
and
secure
of
an
income
which
,
however
modest
,
is
equal
to
that
of
most
young
men
who
enter
that
world
as
your
equals
.
”
Graham
was
convinced
,
and
yielded
,
though
with
a
bitter
pang
.
It
is
hard
for
a
man
whose
fathers
have
lived
on
the
soil
to
give
up
all
trace
of
their
whereabouts
.
But
none
saw
in
him
any
morbid
consciousness
of
change
of
fortune
,
when
,
a
year
after
his
father’s
death
,
he
reassumed
his
place
in
society
.
If
before
courted
for
his
expectations
,
he
was
still
courted
for
himself
;
by
many
of
the
great
who
had
loved
his
father
,
perhaps
even
courted
more
.
He
resigned
the
diplomatic
career
,
not
merely
because
the
rise
in
that
