who was deaf, bald, meagre, and so prodigiously old.  It never occurred to me that this imposing and disappointing man had been young, rich, beautiful; I could not know that he had been happy in the felicity of an ideal marriage uniting two young hearts, two great names and two great fortunes; happy with a happiness which, as in fairy tales, seemed destined to last for ever....

“But it did not last for ever.  It was fated not to last very long even by the measure of the days allotted to men’s passage on this earth where enduring happiness is only found in the conclusion of fairy tales.  A daughter was born to them and shortly afterwards, the health of the young princess began to fail.  For a time she bore up with smiling intrepidity, sustained by the feeling that now her existence was necessary for the happiness of two lives.  But at last the husband, thoroughly alarmed by the rapid changes in her appearance, obtained an unlimited leave and took her away from the capital to his parents in the country.

“The old prince and princess were extremely frightened at the state of their beloved daughter-in-law.  Preparations were at once made for a journey abroad.  But it seemed as if it were already too late; and the invalid herself opposed the project with gentle obstinacy.  Thin and pale in the great armchair, where the insidious and obscure nervous malady made her appear smaller and more frail every day without effacing the smile of her eyes or the charming grace of her wasted face, she clung to her native land and wished to breathe her native air.  Nowhere else could she expect to get well so quickly, nowhere else would it be so easy for her to die.

“She died before her little girl was two years old.  The grief of the husband was terrible and the more alarming to his parents because perfectly silent and dry-eyed.  After the funeral, while the immense bareheaded crowd of peasants surrounding the private chapel on the grounds was dispersing, the Prince, waving away his friends and relations, remained alone to watch the masons of the estate closing the family vault.  When the last stone was in position he uttered a groan, the first sound of pain which had escaped from him for days, and walking away with lowered head shut himself up again in his apartments.

“His father and mother feared for his reason.  His outward tranquillity was appalling to them.  They had nothing to trust to but that very youth which made his despair so self-absorbed and so intense.  Old Prince John, fretful and anxious, repeated:  ’Poor Roman should be roused somehow.  He’s so young.’  But they could find nothing to rouse him with.  And the old princess, wiping her eyes, wished in her heart he were young enough to come and cry at her knee.