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On　the　evening　of　her　death　she　implored　her　to　remember　the　tears

that　soaked　her　pillow；　and　not　to　imitate　a　conduct　which　even

suffering　could　not　expiate。　Bettina　accused　herself　of　bringing　a

curse　upon　the　family；　and　died　in　despair　at　being　unable　to　obtain

her　father's　pardon。　Notwithstanding　the　consolations　which　the

ministers　of　religion；　touched　by　her　repentance；　freely　gave　her；　she

cried　in　heartrending　tones　with　her　latest　breath：　〃Oh　father！

father！〃　〃Never　give　your　heart　without　your　hand；〃　she　said　to

Modeste　an　hour　before　she　died；　〃and　above　all；　accept　no　attentions

from　any　man　without　telling　everything　to　papa　and　mamma。〃



These　words；　so　earnest　in　their　practical　meaning；　uttered　in　the

hour　of　death；　had　more　effect　upon　Modeste　than　if　Bettina　had

exacted　a　solemn　oath。　The　dying　girl；　farseeing　as　prophet；　drew　from

beneath　her　pillow　a　ring　which　she　had　sent　by　her　faithful　maid；

Francoise　Cochet；　to　be　engraved　in　Havre　with　these　words；　〃Think　of

Bettina；　1827；〃　and　placed　it　on　her　sister's　finger；　begging　her　to

keep　it　there　until　she　married。　Thus　there　had　been　between　these　two

young　girls　a　strange　commingling　of　bitter　remorse　and　the　artless

visions　of　a　fleeting　spring…time　too　early　blighted　by　the　keen　north

wind　of　desertion；　yet　all　their　tears；　regrets　and　memories　were

always　subordinate　to　their　horror　of　evil。



Nevertheless；　this　drama　of　a　poor　seduced　sister　returning　to　die

under　a　roof　of　elegant　poverty；　the　failure　of　her　father；　the

baseness　of　her　betrothed；　the　blindness　of　her　mother　caused　by

grief；　had　touched　the　surface　only　of　Modeste's　life；　by　which　alone

the　Dumays　and　the　Latournelles　judged　her；　for　no　devotion　of　friends

can　take　the　place　of　a　mother's　eye。　The　monotonous　life　in　the

dainty　little　Chalet；　surrounded　by　the　choice　flowers　which　Dumay

cultivated；　the　family　customs；　as　regular　as　clock…work；　the

provincial　decorum；　the　games　at　whist　while　the　mother　knitted　and

the　daughter　sewed；　the　silence；　broken　only　by　the　roar　of　the　sea　in

the　equinoctial　storms；all　this　monastic　tranquillity　did　in　fact

hide　an　inner　and　tumultuous　life；　the　life　of　ideas；　the　life　of　the

spiritual　being。　We　sometimes　wonder　how　it　is　possible　for　young

girls　to　do　wrong；　but　such　as　do　so　have　no　blind　mother　to　send　her

plummet　line　of　intuition　to　the　depths　of　the　subterranean　fancies　of

a　virgin　heart。　The　Dumays　slept　when　Modeste　opened　her　window；　as　it

were　to　watch　for　the　passing　of　a　man；the　man　of　her　dreams；　the

expected　knight　who　was　to　mount　her　behind　him　and　ride　away　under

the　fire　of　Dumay's　pistols。



During　the　depression　caused　by　her　sister's　death　Modeste　flung

herself　into　the　practice　of　reading；　until　her　mind　became　sodden　in

it。　Born　to　the　use　of　two　languages；　she　could　speak　and　read　German

quite　as　well　as　French；　she　had　also；　together　with　her　sister；

learned　English　from　Madame　Dumay。　Being　very　little　overlooked　in　the

matter　of　reading　by　the　people　about　her；　who　had　no　literary

knowledge；　Modeste　fed　her　soul　on　the　modern　masterpieces　of　three

literatures；　English；　French；　and　German。　Lord　Byron；　Goethe；

Schiller；　Walter　Scott；　Hugo；　Lamartine；　Crabbe；　Moore；　the　great

works　of　the　17th　and　18th　centuries；　history；　drama；　and　fiction；

from　Astraea　to　Manon　Lescaut；　from　Montaigne's　Essays　to　Diderot；

from　the　Fabliaux　to　the　Nouvelle　Heloise；in　short；　the　thought　of

three　lands　crowded　with　confused　images　that　girlish　head；　august　in

its　cold　guilelessness；　its　native　chastity；　but　from　which　there

sprang　full…armed；　brilliant；　sincere；　and　strong；　an　overwhelming

admiration　for　genius。　To　Modeste　a　new　book　was　an　event；　a

masterpiece　that　would　have　horrified　Madame　Latournelle　made　her

happy；equally　unhappy　if　the　great　work　did　not　play　havoc　with　her

heart。　A　lyric　instinct　bubbled　in　that　girlish　soul；　so　full　of　the

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