There was a sharp distress in the doctor’s exclamation which seemed prompted by some recollection of his own; he paused for a brief while, and Genestas respected his musings.

“Well, sir,” Benassis resumed, “something happened which should have concluded the marriage thus begun; but instead of that it put an end to it, and was the cause of all my misfortunes.  My father died and left me a large fortune.  The necessary business arrangements demanded my presence in Languedoc for several months, and I went thither alone.  At last I had regained my freedom!  Even the mildest yoke is galling to youth; we do not see its necessity any more than we see the need to work, until we have had some experience of life.  I came and went without giving an account of my actions to any one; there was no need to do so now unless I wished, and I relished liberty with all the keen capacity for enjoyment that we have in Languedoc.  I did not absolutely forget the ties that bound me; but I was so absorbed in other matters of interest, that my mind was distracted from them, and little by little the recollection of them faded away.  Letters full of heartfelt tenderness reached me; but at two-and-twenty a young man imagines that all women are alike tender; he does not know love from a passing infatuation; all things are confused in the sensations of pleasure which seem at first to comprise everything.  It was only later, when I came to a clearer knowledge of men and of things as they are, that I could estimate those noble letters at their just worth.  No trace of selfishness was mingled with the feeling expressed in them; there was nothing but gladness on my account for my change of fortune, and regret on her own; it never occurred to her that I could change towards her, for she felt that she herself was incapable of change.  But even then I had given myself up to ambitious dreams; I thought of drinking deeply of all the delights that wealth could give, of becoming a person of consequence, of making a brilliant marriage.  So I read the letters, and contented myself with saying, ’She is very fond of me,’ with the indifference of a coxcomb.  Even then I was perplexed as to how to extricate myself from this entanglement; I was ashamed of it, and this fact as well as my perplexity led me to be cruel.  We begin by wounding the victim, and then we kill it, that the sight of our cruelty may no longer put us to the blush.  Late reflections upon those days of error have unveiled for me many a dark depth in the human heart.  Yes, believe me, those who best have fathomed the good and evil in human nature have honestly examined themselves in the first instance.  Conscience is the starting-point of our investigations; we proceed from ourselves to others, never from others to ourselves.