made to you; at any rate as much as your patience will allow.  Leave my agent in peace, and await the slow and quiet development of the brilliant future to which you are destined, without yielding to a curiosity which might, I warn you, lead to great disasters.

If you refuse to enter my plans, you will take from yourself all chance of ever penetrating a mystery which you have shown yourself so eager to understand.  But I do not admit even the supposition of your resistance, and I prefer to believe in your deference to the wishes of a father who will regard it as the finest day of his life when at last it be granted to him to reveal himself to his son.

P.S.  Your statue, which is intended for a convent of Ursuline nuns, must be in white marble.  Height:  one metre seven hundred and six millimetres; in other words, five feet three inches.  As it will not be placed in a niche, you must carefully finish all sides of it.  The costs of the work are to be taken out of the two hundred and fifty thousand francs mentioned above.

This letter chilled and pained me.  In the first place, it took from me a hope long cherished,—­that of recovering a mother as loving as yours, of whose adorable tenderness, dear friend, you have so often told me.  After all, it was a half-light thrown upon the fogs of my life without even allowing me to know whether I was or was not the child of a legitimate marriage.  It also seemed to me that such paternal intimations addressed to a man of my age were much too despotic and imperious.  Was it not a strange proceeding to change my whole life as if I were a boy just leaving school!  At first I employed to myself all the arguments against this political vocation which you and my other friends have since addressed to me.  Nevertheless curiosity impelled me to go the Mongenods’; and finding there, sure enough, in actual, living money, the two hundred and fifty thousand francs announced to me, I was led to reason in another way.

I reflected that a will which began by making such an outlay must have something serious in it.  And inasmuch as this mysterious father knew all and I nothing, it seemed to me that to enter on a struggle with him was neither reasonable nor opportune.  In fact, had I any real repugnance to the career suggested to me?  No.  Political interests have always roused me to a certain degree; and if my electoral attempt should come to nothing, I could always return to my art without being more ridiculous than the other still-born ambitions which each new legislature produces.

Accordingly, I have bought the necessary piece of property, and made myself a shareholder in the “National.”  I have also made the Saint-Ursula, and am now awaiting instructions, which seem to me rather long in coming, as to her actual destination.  Moreover, I have made known my parliamentary ambition, and the fact that I intend to stand in the coming elections.