and the transmission of dominions astonish us and remain incomprehensible to us, because we have not discovered the imperceptible point, or touched the secret spring which when put in movement has destroyed and overthrown everything.  The author of this great history knows better than anyone else his faults and his weaknesses, but he can do himself this justice—­that he has always kept the moderation, the seriousness, the austerity, which an account of affairs of State demands, and that he has never departed from the gravity which is suitable to a recital of human actions.

VII.  THE FIRST CONSEQUENCES

When Eveline confided to Paul Visire that she had never experienced anything similar, he did not believe her.  He had had a good deal to do with women and knew that they readily say these things to men in order to make them more in love with them.  Thus his experience, as sometimes happens, made him disregard the truth.  Incredulous, but gratified all the same, he soon felt love and something more for her.  This state at first seemed favourable to his intellectual faculties.  Visire delivered in the chief town of his constituency a speech full of grace, brilliant and happy, which was considered to be a masterpiece.

The re-opening of Parliament was serene.  A few isolated jealousies, a few timid ambitions raised their heads in the House, and that was all.  A smile from the Prime Minister was enough to dissipate these shadows.  She and he saw each other twice a day, and wrote to each other in the interval.  He was accustomed to intimate relationships, was adroit, and knew how to dissimulate; but Eveline displayed a foolish imprudence:  she made herself conspicuous with him in drawing-rooms, at the theatre, in the House, and at the Embassies; she wore her love upon her face, upon her whole person, in her moist glances, in the languishing smile of her lips, in the heaving of her breast, in all her heightened, agitated, and distracted beauty.  Soon the entire country knew of their intimacy.  Foreign Courts were informed of it.  The President of the Republic and Eveline’s husband alone remained in ignorance.  The President became acquainted with it in the country, through a misplaced police report which found its way, it is not known how, into his portmanteau.

Hippolyte Ceres, without being either very subtle, or very perspicacious, noticed that there was something different in his home.  Eveline, who quite lately had interested herself in his affairs, and shown, if not tenderness, at least affection, towards him, displayed henceforth nothing but indifference and repulsion.  She had always had periods of absence, and made prolonged visits to the Charity of St. Orberosia; now, she went out in the morning, remained out all day, and sat down to dinner at nine o’clock in the evening with the face of a somnambulist.  Her husband thought it absurd; however, he might perhaps have never known the reason for this; a profound ignorance of women, a crass confidence in his own merit, and in his own fortune, might perhaps have always hidden the truth from him, if the two lovers had not, so to speak, compelled him to discover it.