If the Countess knew what I have written, how she would reproach me!

XXXVII

The Allurements of Stage Women

I know too well that a man in your position, particularly a military man, is often exposed to bad company, consequently, he is attracted by the divinities you mention.  In spite of that you are not deceived, and I would probably censure you, if I were not so sure, that, in the present state of your heart, the heroines of the theater are not dangerous to you.  But the Countess is less indulgent, you say.  Her jealousy does not astonish me, she confirms my ideas concerning female metaphysicians.  I know how much credit is due their sincerity.  Her complaints are very singular, for, what is she deprived of?  The women in question are nothing but women of sentiment, and it is to sentiment that the Countess is attached.

How little women are in accord!  They pretend to despise women of the stage; they fear them too much to despise them.  But after all, are they wrong to consider them rivals?  Are you not more captivated with their free and easy style, than with that of a sensible woman who has nothing to offer but order, decency, and uniformity?  With the former, men are at their ease, they appear to be in their element; with the latter, men are kept within bounds, obliged to stand on their dignity, and to be very circumspect.  From the portrait of several of them, I should judge that there are some of them very capable of making many men unfaithful to the most beloved mistress.  But with a sensible man, this infidelity, if it be one, can not be of long duration.  These women may create a sudden, lively desire, but never a veritable passion.

The fairies of the operatic stage would be too dangerous, if they had the wit or the humor always to amuse you as much as they do the first time you are thrown on their company.  However little jargon, habits, and decency they have on the surface, it is possible that they may please you at first.  You men have so little refinement sometimes!  The freedom of their conversation, the vivacity of their sallies of alleged wit, their giddy ways, all this affords you a situation that charms; a lively and silly joy seizes upon you, the hours you pass with them seem to be only moments.  But happily for you, they seldom possess sufficient resources to maintain a role so amusing.  Inasmuch as they lack education and culture, they soon travel around the small circle of their accomplishments.  They feed you with the same pleasantries, the same stories, the same antics, and it is seldom one laughs twice at the same thing when one has no esteem for the fun maker.