Madame de Mortsauf to the Vicomte Felix de Vandenesse: 

Felix, friend, loved too well, I must now lay bare my heart to you,—­not so much to prove my love as to show you the weight of obligation you have incurred by the depth and gravity of the wounds you have inflicted on it.  At this moment, when I sink exhausted by the toils of life, worn out by the shocks of its battle, the woman within me is, mercifully, dead; the mother alone survives.  Dear, you are now to see how it was that you were the original cause of all my sufferings.  Later, I willingly received your blows; to-day I am dying of the final wound your hand has given,—­but there is joy, excessive joy in feeling myself destroyed by him I love.

My physical sufferings will soon put an end to my mental strength; I therefore use the last clear gleams of intelligence to implore you to befriend my children and replace the heart of which you have deprived them.  I would solemnly impose this duty upon you if I loved you less; but I prefer to let you choose it for yourself as an act of sacred repentance, and also in faithful continuance of your love—­love, for us, was ever mingled with repentant thoughts and expiatory fears! but—­I know it well—­we shall forever love each other.  Your wrong to me was not so fatal an act in itself as the power which I let it have within me.  Did I not tell you I was jealous, jealous unto death?  Well, I die of it.  But, be comforted, we have kept all human laws.  The Church has told me, by one of her purest voices, that God will be forgiving to those who subdue their natural desires to His commandments.  My beloved, you are now to know all, for I would not leave you in ignorance of any thought of mine.  What I confide to God in my last hour you, too, must know,—­you, king of my heart as He is King of Heaven.

Until the ball given to the Duc d’Angouleme (the only ball at which I was ever present), marriage had left me in that ignorance which gives to the soul of a young girl the beauty of the angels.  True, I was a mother, but love had never surrounded me with its permitted pleasures.  How did this happen?  I do not know; neither do I know by what law everything within me changed in a moment.  You remember your kisses? they have mastered my life, they have furrowed my soul; the ardor of your blood awoke the ardor of mine; your youth entered my youth, your desires my soul.  When I rose and left you proudly I was filled with an emotion for which I know no name in any language—­for children have not yet found a word to express the marriage of their eyes with light, nor the kiss of life laid upon their lips.  Yes, it was sound coming in the echo, light flashing through the darkness, motion shaking the universe; at least, it was rapid like all these things, but far more beautiful, for it was the birth of the soul!  I comprehended then that something, I knew not what, existed for me in the world,—­a force nobler than thought;