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blossomed out in reply。 She smiled at the windows that looked out upon
the green and luminous garden； she smiled at the bronze Marius seated
among the ruins of Carthage above the dial of the clock； she smiled a the
old yellow…velveted arm… chairs； and at the poor student who was afraid to
lift his eyes to look at her。 From that dayhow I loved her！
〃But here we are already a the Rue de Severs； and in a little while we
shall be in sight of your windows。 I am a very bad story…teller； and if I
wereby some impossible chanceto take it into my head to compose a
novel； I know I should never succeed。 I have been drawing out to tiresome
length a narrative which I must finish briefly； for there is a certain
delicacy； a certain grace of soul； which an old man could not help
offending by an complacent expatiation upon the sentiments of even the
purest love。 Let us take a short turn on this boulevard； lined with convents；
and my recital will be easily finished within the distance separating us
from that little spire you see over there。。。。
〃Monsieur de Lessay； on finding that I had graduated at the Ecole des
Chartes； judged me worthy to assist him in preparing his historical atlas。
The plan was to illustrate； by a series of maps； what the old philosopher
termed the Vicissitudes of Empires from the time of Noah down to that of
Charlemagne。 Monsieur de Lessay had stored up in his head all the errors
of the eighteenth century in regard to antiquity。 I belonged； so far as my
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historical studies were concerned； to the new school； and I was just at that
age when one does not know how to dissemble。 The manner in which the
old man understood； or； rather； misunderstood； the epoch of the
Barbarians his obstinate determination to find in remote antiquity only
ambitious princes； hypocritical and avaricious prelates； virtuous citizens；
poet…philosophers； and other personages who never existed outside of the
novels of Marmontel；made me dreadfully unhappy； and at first used to
excite me into attempts at argument；rational enough； but perfectly
useless and sometimes dangerous； for Monsieur de Lessay was very
irascible； and Clementine was very beautiful。 Between her and him I
passed many hours of torment and of delight。 I was in love； I was a
coward； and I granted to him all that he demanded of me in regard to the
political and historical aspect which the Earththat was at a later day to
bear Clementinepresented in the time of Abraham； of Menes； and of
Deucalion。
〃As fast as we drew our maps； Mademoiselle de Lessay tinted them in
water…colours。 Bending over the table； she held the brush lightly between
two fingers； the shadow of her eyelashes descended upon her cheeks； and
bather her half…closed eyes in a delicious penumbra。 Sometimes she would
lift her head； and I would see her lips pout。 There was so much expression
in her beauty that she could not breathe without seeming to sigh； and her
most ordinary poses used to throw me into the deepest ecstasies of
admiration。 Whenever I gazed at her I fully agreed with Monsieur de
Lessay that Jupiter had once reigned as a despot…king over the
mountainous regions of Thessaly； and that Orpheus had committed the
imprudence of leaving the teaching of philosophy to the clergy。 I am not
now quite sure whether I was a coward or a hero when I accorded al this to
the obstinate old man。
〃Mademoiselle de Lessay； I must acknowledge； paid very little
attention to me。 But this indifference seemed to me so just and so natural
that I never even dreamed of thinking I had a right to complain about it； it
made me unhappy； but without my knowing that I was unhappy at the time。
I was hopeful；we had then only got as far as the First Assyrian Empire。
〃Monsieur de Lessay came every evening to take coffee with my
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father。 I do not know how they became such friends； for it would have
been difficult to find two characters more oppositely constituted。 My
father was a man who admired very few things； but was still capable of
excusing a great many。 Still； as he grew older； he evinced more and more
dislike of everything in the shape of exaggeration。 He clothed his ideas
with a thousand delicate shades of expression； and never pronounced an
opinion without all sorts of reservations。 These conversational habits；
natural to a finely trained mind； used greatly to irritate the dry； terse old
aristocrat； who was never in the least disarmed by the moderation of an
adversaryquite the contrary！ I always foresaw one danger。 That danger
was Bonaparte。 My father had not himself retained an particular affection
for his memory； but； having worked under his direction； he did not like to
hear him abused； especially in favour of the Bourbons； against whom he
had serious reason to feel resentment。 Monsieur de Lessay； more of a
Voltairean and a Legitimist than ever； now traced back to Bonaparte the
origin of every social； political； and religious evil。 Such being the situation；
the idea of Uncle Victor made me feel particularly uneasy。 This terrible
uncle had become absolutely unsufferable now that his sister was no
longer there to calm him down。 The harp of David was broken； and Saul
was wholly delivered over to the spirit of madness。 The fall of Charles X。
had increased the audacity of the old Napoleonic veteran； who uttered all
imaginable bravadoes。 He no longer frequented our house； which had
become too silent for him。 But sometimes； at the dinner…hour； we would
see him suddenly make his appearance； all covered with flowers； like a
mausoleum。 Ordinarily he would sit down to table with an oath； growled
out from the very bottom of his chest； and brag； between every two
mouthfuls； of his good fortune with the ladies as a vieux brave。 Then；
when the dinner was over； he would fold up his napkin in the shape of a
bishop's mitre； gulp down half a decanter of brandy； and rush away with
the hurried air of a man terrified at the mere idea of remaining for any
length of time； without drinking； in conversation with an old philosopher
and a young scholar。 I felt perfectly sure that； if ever he and Monsieur de
Lessay should come together； all would be lost。 But that day came；
Madame！
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〃The captain was almost hidden by flowers that day； and seemed so
much like a monument commemorating the glories of the Empire that one
would have liked to pass a garland of immortelles over each of his arms。
He was in an extraordinarily good humour； and the first person to profit by
that good humour was our cookfor he put his arm around her waist while
she was placing the roast on the table。
〃After dinner he pushed away the decanter presented to him； observing
that he was going to burn some brandy in his coffee later on。 I asked him
tremblingly whether he would not prefer to have his coffee at once。 He
was very suspicious； and not at all dull of comprehensionmy Uncle
Victor。 My precipitation seemed to him in very bad taste； for he looked at
me in a peculiar way； and said；
〃'Patience！ my nephew。 It isn't the business of the baby of the regiment
to sound the retreat！ Devil take it！ You must be in a great hurry； Master
Pedant； to see if I've got spurs on my boots！'
〃It was evident the captain had divined that I wanted him to go。 And I
knew him well enough to be sure that he was going to stay。 He stayed。 The
least circumstances of that evening remain impressed on my memory。 My
uncle was extremely jovial。 The mere idea of being in somebody's way
was enough to keep him in good humour。 He told us； in regular barrack
style； ma foi！ a certain story about a monk； a trumpet； and
