Du Chateau de—–.

I am writing you from the country house of the Countess, my dear Marquis, this is the third day I have been with her, which will enable you to understand that I am not in bad favor with the mistress of the house.  She is an adorable woman, I am delighted with her.  I sometimes doubt whether you deserve a heart like hers.  Here I am her confidante.  She has told me all she thinks about you, and I do not despair of discovering, before I return to the city, the reasons for the change in her character which you have remarked.  I dare not write you more now, I may be interrupted, and I do not wish any one to know that I am writing you from this place.  Adieu.

XXXI

The Opinion and Advice of Monsieur de la Sabliere

How many things I have to tell you, Marquis!  I was preparing to keep my word with you, and had arranged to use strategy upon the Countess to worm her secret from her, when chance came to my aid.

You are not ignorant of her confidence in Monsieur de la Sabliere.  She was with him just now in an arbor of the garden, and I was passing through a bushy path intending to join them, when the mention of your name arrested my steps.  I was not noticed, and heard all the conversation, which I hasten to communicate to you word for word.

“I have not been able to conceal from your penetration, my inclination for M. de Sevigne,” said the Countess, “and you can not reconcile the serious nature of so decided a passion with the frivolity attributed to me in society.  You will be still more astonished when I tell you that my exterior character is not my true one, that the seriousness you notice in me now, is a return to my former disposition; I was never giddy except through design.  Perhaps you may have imagined that women can only conceal their faults, but they sometimes go much farther, sir, and I am an instance.  They even disguise their virtues, and since the word has escaped me, I am tempted, at the risk of wearying you, to explain by what strange gradation I reached that point.

“During my married life I lived retired from the world.  You knew the Count and his taste for solitude.  When I became a widow, there was the question of returning to society, and my embarrassment as to how I was to present myself was not small.  I interrogated my own heart; in vain I sought to hide it from my own knowledge, I had a strong taste for the pleasures of society; but at the same time I was determined to add to it purity of morals.  But how to reconcile all this?  It seemed to me a difficult task to establish a system of conduct which, without compromising me, would not at the same time deprive me of the pleasures of life.