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lace。 Not many men would be so considerate as I am。 I am sure；〃 （here he lowered his voice） 〃that Mme。 d'Aiglemont suspects nothing。 And then； of course； I have no right to complain at all； I am very well off。 Only there is nothing more trying for a man who feels things than the sight of suffering in a poor creature to whom you are attached〃
〃You must have a very sensitive nature； then；〃 said M。 de Ronquerolles； 〃for you are not often at home。〃
Laughter followed on the friendly epigram； but Arthur； who made one of the group； maintained a frigid imperturbability in his quality of an English gentleman who takes gravity for the very basis of his being。 D'Aiglemont's eccentric confidence； no doubt； had kindled some kind of hope in Arthur； for he stood patiently awaiting an opportunity of a word with the Marquis。 He had not to wait long。
〃My Lord Marquis；〃 he said； 〃I am unspeakably pained to see the state of Mme。 d'Aiglemont's health。 I do not think that you would talk jestingly about it if you knew that unless she adopts a certain course of treatment she must die miserably。 If I use this language to you； it is because I am in a manner justified in using it； for I am quite certain that I can save Mme。 d'Aiglemont's life and restore her to health and happiness。 It is odd； no doubt； that a man of my rank should be a physician； yet nevertheless chance determined that I should study medicine。 I find life dull enough here；〃 he continued； affecting a cold selfishness to gain his ends； 〃it makes no difference to me whether I spend my time and travel for the benefit of a suffering fellow…creature； or waste it in Paris on some nonsense or other。 It is very； very seldom that a cure is completed in these complaints； for they require constant care； time； and patience； and； above all things； money。 Travel is needed； and a punctilious following out of prescriptions； by no means unpleasant； and varied daily。 Two /gentlemen/〃 （laying a stress on the word in its English sense） 〃can understand each other。 I give you warning that if you accept my proposal； you shall be a judge of my conduct at every moment。 I will do nothing without consulting you； without your superintendence； and I will answer for the success of my method if you will consent to follow it。 Yes； unless you wish to be Mme。 d'Aiglemont's husband no longer； and that before long；〃 he added in the Marquis' ear。
The Marquis laughed。 〃One thing is certainthat only an Englishman could make me such an extraordinary proposal；〃 he said。 〃Permit me to leave it unaccepted and unrejected。 I will think it over； and my wife must be consulted first in any case。〃
Julie had returned to the piano。 This time she sang a song from /Semiramide； Son regina； son guerriera/； and the whole room applauded； a stifled outburst of wellbred acclamation which proved that the Faubourg Saint…Germain had been roused to enthusiasm by her singing。
The evening was over。 D'Aiglemont brought his wife home； and Julie saw with uneasy satisfaction that her first attempt had at once been successful。 Her husband had been roused out of indifference by the part which she had played； and now he meant to honor her with such a passing fancy as he might bestow upon some opera nymph。 It amused Julie that she； a virtuous married woman； should be treated thus。 She tried to play with her power； but at the outset her kindness broke down once more； and she received the most terrible of all the lessons held in store for her by fate。
Between two and three o'clock in the morning Julie sat up； sombre and moody； beside her sleeping husband； in the room dimly lighted by the flickering lamp。 Deep silence prevailed。 Her agony of remorse had lasted near an hour； how bitter her tears had been none perhaps can realize save women who have known such an experience as hers。 Only such natures as Julie's can feel her loathing for a calculated caress； the horror of a loveless kiss； of the heart's apostasy followed by dolorous prostitution。 She despised herself； she cursed marriage。 She could have longed for death； perhaps if it had not been for a cry from her child； she would have sprung from the window and dashed herself upon the pavement。 M。 d'Aiglemont slept on peacefully at her side； his wife's hot dropping tears did not waken him。
But next morning Julie could be gay。 She made a great effort to look happy； to hide； not her melancholy； as heretofore； but an insuperable loathing。 From that day she no longer regarded herself as a blameless wife。 Had she not been false to herself？ Why should she not play a double part in the future； and display astounding depths of cunning in deceiving her husband？ In her there lay a hitherto undiscovered latent depravity； lacking only opportunity； and her marriage was the cause。
Even now she had asked herself why she should struggle with love； when； with her heart and her whole nature in revolt； she gave herself to the husband whom she loved no longer。 Perhaps； who knows？ some piece of fallacious reasoning； some bit of special pleading； lies at the root of all sins； of all crimes。 How shall society exist unless every individual of which it is composed will make the necessary sacrifices of inclination demanded by its laws？ If you accept the benefits of civilized society； do you not by implication engage to observe the conditions； the conditions of its very existence？ And yet； starving wretches； compelled to respect the laws of property； are not less to be pitied than women whose natural instincts and sensitiveness are turned to so many avenues of pain。
A few days after that scene of which the secret lay buried in the midnight couch； d'Aiglemont introduced Lord Grenville。 Julie gave the guest a stiffly polite reception； which did credit to her powers of dissimulation。 Resolutely she silenced her heart； veiled her eyes； steadied her voice； and she kept her future in her own hands。 Then； when by these devices； this innate woman…craft； as it may be called； she had discovered the full extent of the love which she inspired； Mme。 d'Aiglemont welcomed the hope of a speedy cure； and no longer opposed her husband； who pressed her to accept the young doctor's offer。 Yet she declined to trust herself with Lord Grenville until after some further study of his words and manner； she could feel certain that he had sufficient generosity to endure his pain in silence。 She had absolute power over him； and she had begun to abuse that power already。 Was she not a woman？
Montcontour is an old manor…house build upon the sandy cliffs above the Loire； not far from the bridge where Julie's journey was interrupted in 1814。 It is a picturesque； white chateau； with turrets covered with fine stone carving like Mechlin lace； a chateau such as you often see in Touraine； spick and span； ivy clad； standing among its groves of mulberry trees and vineyards； with its hollow walks； its stone balustrades； and cellars mined in the rock escarpments mirrored in the Loire。 The roofs of Montcontour gleam in the sun； the whole land glows in the burning heat。 Traces of the romantic charm of Spain and the south hover about the enchanting spot。 The breeze brings the scent of bell flowers and golden broom； the air is soft； all about you lies a sunny land； a land which casts its dreamy spell over your soul； a land of languor and of soft desire； a fair； sweet…scented country； where pain is lulled to sleep and passion wakes。 No heart is cold for long beneath its clear sky； beside its sparkling waters。 One ambition dies after another； and you sink into serene content and repose； as the sun sinks at the end of the day swathed about with purple and azure。
One warm August evening in 1821 two people were climbing the paths cut in the crags above the chateau； doubtless for the sake of the view from the heights above。 The two were Julie and Lord Grenville； but this Julie seemed to be a new creature。 The unmistakable color of health glowed in her face。 Overflowing vitality had brought a light into her eyes； which sparkled through a moist film with that liquid brightness which gives such irresistible charm to the eyes of children。 She was radiant with smiles； she felt the joy of living and all the possibilities of life。 From the very way in which she lifted her little feet； it was easy to see that no suffering trammeled her lightest movements； there was no heaviness nor languor in her eyes； her voice； as heretofore。 Under the white silk sunshade which screened her from the hot sunlight； she looked like some young bride beneath her veil； or a maiden waiting to yield to the magical enchantments of Love。
Arthur led her with a lover's care； helping her up the pathway as if she had been a child； finding the smoothest ways； avoiding the stones for her； bidding her see glimpses of distance； or some flower beside the path； always with the unfailing goodness； the same delicate design in all that he did； the intuitive sense of this woman's wellbeing seemed to be innate in him； and as much； nay； perhaps more； a part of his being as the pulse of his own life。
The patient and her doctor went step for step。 There was nothing strange for them in a sympathy which seemed to have existed since the day when they first walked together。 One will swayed them both； they sto