I do not blame you, though, of course, it was rash, for talking with Felipe in the garden, or for spending a night with him, you on your balcony, he on his wall; but you make a plaything of life, and I am afraid that life may some day turn the tables.  I dare not give you the counsel which my own experience would suggest; but let me repeat once more from the seclusion of my valley that the viaticum of married life lies in these words—­resignation and self-sacrifice.  For, spite of all your tests, your coyness, and your vigilance, I can see that marriage will mean to you what it has been to me.  The greater the passion, the steeper the precipice we have hewn for our fall—­that is the only difference.

Oh! what I would give to see the Baron de Macumer and talk with him for an hour or two!  Your happiness lies so near my heart.

XXVI

LOUISE DE MACUMER TO RENEE DE L’ESTORADE
March.

As Felipe has carried out, with a truly Saracenic generosity, the wishes of my father and mother in acknowledging the fortune he has not received from me, the Duchess has become even more friendly to me than before.  She calls me little sly-boots, little woman of the world, and says I know how to use my tongue.

“But, dear mamma,” I said to her the evening before the contract was signed, “you attribute to cunning and smartness on my part what is really the outcome of the truest, simplest, most unselfish, most devoted love that ever was!  I assure you that I am not at all the ‘woman of the world’ you do me the honor of believing me to be.”

“Come, come, Armande,” she said, putting her arm on my neck and drawing me to her, in order to kiss my forehead, “you did not want to go back to the convent, you did not want to die an old maid, and, like a fine, noble-hearted Chaulieu, as you are, you recognized the necessity of building up your father’s family. (The Duke was listening.  If you knew, Renee, what flattery lies for him in these words.) I have watched you during the whole winter, poking your little nose into all that goes on, forming very sensible opinions about men and the present state of society in France.  And you have picked out the one Spaniard capable of giving you the splendid position of a woman who reigns supreme in her own house.  My little girl, you treated him exactly as Tullia treats your brother.”

“What lessons they give in my sister’s convent!” exclaimed my father.

A glance at my father cut him short at once; then, turning to the Duchess, I said: 

“Madame, I love my future husband, Felipe de Soria, with all the strength of my soul.  Although this love sprang up without my knowledge, and though I fought it stoutly when it first made itself felt, I swear to you that I never gave way to it till I had recognized in the Baron de Macumer a character worthy of mine, a heart of which the delicacy, the generosity, the devotion, and the temper are suited to my own.”