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her love； quickly effaced in her husband's mind the last vestiges of
an intolerable pain。
The day was Sunday；a day on which there was no Bourse and no
business to be done。 The reunited pair passed the whole day together；
getting farther into each other's hearts than they ever yet had done；
like two children who in a moment of fear； hold each other closely and
cling together； united by an instinct。 There are in this life of two…
in…one completely happy days； the gift of chance； ephemeral flowers；
born neither of yesterday nor belonging to the morrow。 Jules and
Clemence now enjoyed this day as though they forboded it to be the
last of their loving life。 What name shall we give to that mysterious
power which hastens the steps of travellers before the storm is
visible； which makes the life and beauty of the dying so resplendent；
and fills the parting soul with joyous projects for days before death
comes； which tells the midnight student to fill his lamp when it
shines brightest； and makes the mother fear the thoughtful look cast
upon her infant by an observing man？ We all are affected by this
influence in the great catastrophes of life； but it has never yet been
named or studied； it is something more than presentiment； but not as
yet clear vision。
All went well till the following day。 On Monday； Jules Desmarets；
obliged to go to the Bourse on his usual business； asked his wife； as
usual； if she would take advantage of his carriage and let him drive
her anywhere。
〃No；〃 she said； 〃the day is too unpleasant to go out。〃
It was raining in torrents。 At half…past two o'clock Monsieur
Desmarets reached the Treasury。 At four o'clock； as he left the
Bourse； he came face to face with Monsieur de Maulincour； who was
waiting for him with the nervous pertinacity of hatred and vengeance。
〃Monsieur；〃 he said； taking Monsieur Desmarets by the arm； 〃I have
important information to give you。 Listen to me。 I am too loyal a man
to have recourse to anonymous letters with which to trouble your peace
of mind； I prefer to speak to you in person。 Believe me； if my very
life were not concerned； I should not meddle with the private affairs
of any household； even if I thought I had the right to do so。〃
〃If what you have to say to me concerns Madame Desmarets；〃 replied
Jules； 〃I request you to be silent； monsieur。〃
〃If I am silent； monsieur； you may before long see Madame Jules on the
prisoner's bench at the court of assizes beside a convict。 Now； do you
wish me to be silent？〃
Jules turned pale； but his noble face instantly resumed its calmness；
though it was now a false calmness。 Drawing the baron under one of the
temporary sheds of the Bourse； near which they were standing； he said
to him in a voice which concealed his intense inward emotion：
〃Monsieur； I will listen to you； but there will be a duel to the death
between us if〃
〃Oh； to that I consent！〃 cried Monsieur de Maulincour。 〃I have the
greatest esteem for your character。 You speak of death。 You are
unaware that your wife may have assisted in poisoning me last Saturday
night。 Yes； monsieur； since then some extraordinary evil has developed
in me。 My hair appears to distil an inward fever and a deadly languor
through my skull； I know who clutched my hair at that ball。〃
Monsieur de Maulincour then related； without omitting a single fact；
his platonic love for Madame Jules； and the details of the affair in
the rue Soly which began this narrative。 Any one would have listened
to him with attention； but Madame Jules' husband had good reason to be
more amazed than any other human being。 Here his character displayed
itself； he was more amazed than overcome。 Made a judge； and the judge
of an adored woman； he found in his soul the equity of a judge as well
as the inflexibility。 A lover still； he thought less of his own
shattered life than of his wife's life； he listened； not to his own
anguish； but to some far…off voice that cried to him； 〃Clemence cannot
lie！ Why should she betray you？〃
〃Monsieur；〃 said the baron； as he ended； 〃being absolutely certain of
having recognized in Monsieur de Funcal the same Ferragus whom the
police declared dead； I have put upon his traces an intelligent man。
As I returned that night I remembered； by a fortunate chance； the name
of Madame Meynardie； mentioned in that letter of Ida； the presumed
mistress of my persecutor。 Supplied with this clue； my emissary will
soon get to the bottom of this horrible affair； for he is far more
able to discover the truth than the police themselves。〃
〃Monsieur；〃 replied Desmarets； 〃I know not how to thank you for this
confidence。 You say that you can obtain proofs and witnesses； I shall
await them。 I shall seek the truth of this strange affair
courageously； but you must permit me to doubt everything until the
evidence of the facts you state is proved to me。 In any case you shall
have satisfaction； for； as you will certainly understand； we both
require it。〃
Jules returned home。
〃What is the matter； Jules？〃 asked his wife； when she saw him。 〃You
look so pale you frighten me！〃
〃The day is cold；〃 he answered； walking with slow steps across the
room where all things spoke to him of love and happiness；that room
so calm and peaceful where a deadly storm was gathering。
〃Did you go out to…day？〃 he asked； as though mechanically。
He was impelled to ask the question by the last of a myriad of
thoughts which had gathered themselves together into a lucid
meditation； though jealousy was actively prompting them。
〃No；〃 she answered； in a tone that was falsely candid。
At that instant Jules saw through the open door of the dressing…room
the velvet bonnet which his wife wore in the mornings； on it were
drops of rain。 Jules was a passionate man； but he was also full of
delicacy。 It was repugnant to him to bring his wife face to face with
a lie。 When such a situation occurs； all has come to an end forever
between certain beings。 And yet those drops of rain were like a flash
tearing through his brain。
He left the room； went down to the porter's lodge； and said to the
porter； after making sure that they were alone：
〃Fouguereau； a hundred crowns if you tell me the truth； dismissal if
you deceive me； and nothing at all if you ever speak of my question
and your answer。〃
He stopped to examine the man's face； leading him under the window。
Then he continued：
〃Did madame go out this morning？〃
〃Madame went out at a quarter to three； and I think I saw her come in
about half an hour ago。〃
〃That is true； upon your honor？〃
〃Yes； monsieur。〃
〃You will have the money； but if you speak of this； remember； you will
lose all。〃
Jules returned to his wife。
〃Clemence；〃 he said； 〃I find I must put my accounts in order。 Do not
be offended at the inquiry I am going to make。 Have I not given you
forty thousand francs since the beginning of the year？〃
〃More；〃 she said；〃forty…seven。〃
〃Have you spent them？〃
〃Nearly；〃 she replied。 〃In the first place； I had to pay several of
our last year's bills〃
〃I shall never find out anything in this way；〃 thought Jules。 〃I am
not taking the best course。〃
At this moment Jules' own valet entered the room with a letter for his
master； who opened it indifferently； but as soon as his eyes had
lighted on the signature he read it eagerly。 The letter was as
follows：
Monsieur；For the sake of your peace of mind as well as ours； I
take the course of writing you this letter without possessing the
advantage of being known to you； but my position； my age； and the
fear of some misfortune compel me to entreat you to show
indulgence in the trying circumstances under which our afflicted
family is placed。 Monsieur Auguste de Maulincour has for the last
few days shown signs of mental derangement； and we fear that he
may trouble your happiness by fancies which he confided to
Monsieur le Vidame de Pamiers and myself during his first attack
of frenzy。 We think it right； therefore； to warn you of his
malady； which is； we hope； curable； but it will have such serious
and important effects on the honor of our family and the career of
my grandson that we must rely； monsieur； on your entire
discretion。
If Monsieur le Vidame or I could have gone to see you we would not
have written。 But I make no doubt that you will regard this prayer
of a mother； who begs you to destroy this letter。
Accept the assurance of my perfect consideration。
Baronne de Maulincour； /nee/ de Rieux。
〃Oh！ what torture！〃 cried Jules。
〃What is it？ what is in your mind？〃 asked his wife； exhibiting the
deepest anxiety。
〃I have come；〃 he answered； slowly； as he threw her the letter； 〃to
ask myself whether it can be you who have sent me that to avert my
suspicions。 Judge； therefore； what I suffer。〃
〃Unhappy man！〃 said Madame Jules； letting fall the paper。 〃I pity him；
though he has done me great harm。〃
〃Are you aware that he has spoken to me？〃
〃Oh！ have you been to see him； in spite of your promise？〃 she cried in
terror。
〃Clemence； our love is in danger of perishing； we stand outside of the
ordinary rules of life； let us lay aside all petty considerations in
pr