with　that　coldly　sullen　and　morose　expression　of　face　which　may　be
  noticed　in　persons　who　are　either　fated　to　commit　suicide　or　are
  meditating　it。　The　funereal　ideas　they　are　turning　over　in　their　minds
  appear　upon　their　foreheads　in　gray　and　cloudy　tints；　their　smile　has
  something　fatalistic　in　it；　their　motions　are　solemn。　These　unhappy
  beings　seem　to　want　to　suck　the　last　juices　of　the　life　they　mean　to
  leave；　their　eyes　see　things　invisible；　their　ears　are　listening　to　a
  death…knell；　they　pay　no　attention　to　the　minor　things　about　them。
  These　alarming　symptoms　Marie　perceived　one　evening　at　Lady　Dudley's。
  Raoul　was　sitting　apart　on　a　sofa　in　the　boudoir；　while　the　rest　of
  the　company　were　conversing　in　the　salon。　The　countess　went　to　the
  door；　but　he　did　not　raise　his　head；　he　heard　neither　Marie's
  breathing　nor　the　rustle　of　her　silk　dress；　he　was　gazing　at　a　flower
  in　the　carpet；　with　fixed　eyes；　stupid　with　grief；　he　felt　he　had
  rather　die　than　abdicate。　All　the　world　can't　have　the　rock　of　Saint
  Helena　for　a　pedestal。　Moreover；　suicide　was　then　the　fashion　in
  Paris。　Is　it　not；　in　fact；　the　last　resource　of　all　atheistical
  societies？　Raoul；　as　he　sat　there；　had　decided　that　the　moment　had
  come　to　die。　Despair　is　in　proportion　to　our　hopes；　that　of　Raoul　had
  no　other　issue　than　the　grave。
  〃What　is　the　matter？〃　cried　Marie；　flying　to　him。
  〃Nothing；〃　he　answered。
  There　is　one　way　of　saying　that　word　〃nothing〃　between　lovers　which
  signifies　its　exact　contrary。　Marie　shrugged　her　shoulders。
  〃You　are　a　child；〃　she　said。　〃Some　misfortune　has　happened　to　you。〃
  〃No；　not　to　me；〃　he　replied。　〃But　you　will　know　all　soon　enough；
  Marie；〃　he　added；　affectionately。
  〃What　were　you　thinking　of　when　I　came　in？〃　she　asked；　in　a　tone　of
  authority。
  〃Do　you　want　to　know　the　truth？〃　She　nodded。　〃I　was　thinking　of　you；　I
  was　saying　to　myself　that　most　men　in　my　place　would　have　wanted　to　be
  loved　without　reserve。　I　am　loved；　am　I　not？〃
  〃Yes；〃　she　answered。
  〃And　yet；〃　he　said；　taking　her　round　the　waist　and　kissing　her
  forehead　at　the　risk　of　being　seen；　〃I　leave　you　pure　and　without
  remorse。　I　could　have　dragged　you　into　an　abyss；　but　you　remain　in　all
  your　glory　on　its　brink　without　a　stain。　Yet　one　thought　troubles
  me〃
  〃What　is　it？〃　she　asked。
  〃You　will　despise　me。〃　She　smiled　superbly。　〃Yes；　you　will　never
  believe　that　I　have　sacredly　loved　you；　I　shall　be　disgraced；　I　know
  that。　Women　never　imagine　that　from　the　depths　of　our　mire　we　raise
  our　eyes　to　heaven　and　truly　adore　a　Marie。　They　assail　that　sacred
  love　with　miserable　doubts；　they　cannot　believe　that　men　of　intellect
  and　poesy　can　so　detach　their　soul　from　earthly　enjoyment　as　to　lay　it
  pure　upon　some　cherished　altar。　And　yet；　Marie；　the　worship　of　the
  ideal　is　more　fervent　in　men　then　in　women；　we　find　it　in　women；　who
  do　not　even　look　for　it　in　us。〃
  〃Why　are　you　making　me　that　article？〃　she　said；　jestingly。
  〃I　am　leaving　France；　and　you　will　hear　to…morrow；　how　and　why；　from　a
  letter　my　valet　will　bring　you。　Adieu；　Marie。〃
  Raoul　left　the　house　after　again　straining　the　countess　to　his　heart
  with　dreadful　pressure；　leaving　her　stupefied　and　distressed。
  〃What　is　the　matter；　my　dear？〃　said　Madame　d'Espard；　coming　to　look
  for　her。　〃What　has　Monsieur　Nathan　been　saying　to　you？　He　has　just
  left　us　in　a　most　melodramatic　way。　Perhaps　you　are　too　reasonable　or
  too　unreasonable　with　him。〃
  The　countess　got　into　a　hackney…coach　and　was　driven　rapidly　to　the
  newspaper　office。　At　that　hour　the　huge　apartments　which　they　occupied
  in　an　old　mansion　in　the　rue　Feydeau　were　deserted；　not　a　soul　was
  there　but　the　watchman；　who　was　greatly　surprised　to　see　a　young　and
  pretty　woman　hurrying　through　the　rooms　in　evident　distress。　She　asked
  him　to　tell　her　where　was　Monsieur　Nathan。
  〃At　Mademoiselle　Florine's；　probably；〃　replied　the　man；　taking　Marie
  for　a　rival　who　intended　to　make　a　scene。
  〃Where　does　he　work？〃
  〃In　his　office；　the　key　of　which　he　carries　in　his　pocket。〃
  〃I　wish　to　go　there。〃
  The　man　took　her　to　a　dark　little　room　looking　out　on　a　rear　court…
  yard。　The　office　was　at　right　angles。　Opening　the　window　of　the　room
  she　was　in；　the　countess　could　look　through　into　the　window　of　the
  office；　and　she　saw　Nathan　sitting　there　in　the　editorial　arm…chair。
  〃Break　in　the　door；　and　be　silent　about　all　this；　I'll　pay　you　well；〃
  she　said。　〃Don't　you　see　that　Monsieur　Nathan　is　dying？〃
  The　man　got　an　iron　bar　from　the　press…room；　with　which　he　burst　in
  the　door。　Raoul　had　actually　smothered　himself；　like　any　poor　work…
  girl；　with　a　pan　of　charcoal。　He　had　written　a　letter　to　Blondet；
  which　lay　on　the　table；　in　which　he　asked　him　to　ascribe　his　death　to
  apoplexy。　The　countess；　however；　had　arrived　in　time；　she　had　Raoul
  carried　to　her　coach；　and　then；　not　knowing　where　else　to　care　for
  him；　she　took　him　to　a　hotel；　engaged　a　room；　and　sent　for　a　doctor。
  In　a　few　hours　Raoul　was　out　of　danger；　but　the　countess　did　not　leave
  him　until　she　had　obtained　a　general　confession　of　the　causes　of　his
  act。　When　he　had　poured　into　her　heart　the　dreadful　elegy　of　his　woes；
  she　said；　in　order　to　make　him　willing　to　live：
  〃I　can　arrange　all　that。〃
  But；　nevertheless；　she　returned　home　with　a　heart　oppressed　with　the
  same　anxieties　and　ideas　that　had　darkened　Nathan's　brow　the　night
  before。
  〃Well；　what　was　the　matter　with　your　sister？〃　said　Felix；　when　his
  wife　returned。　〃You　look　distressed。〃
  〃It　is　a　dreadful　history　about　which　I　am　bound　to　secrecy；〃　she
  said；　summoning　all　her　nerve　to　appear　calm　before　him。
  In　order　to　be　alone　and　to　think　at　her　ease；　she　went　to　the　Opera
  in　the　evening；　after　which　she　resolved　to　go　（as　we　have　seen）　and
  discharge　her　heart　into　that　of　her　sister；　Madame　du　Tillet；
  relating　to　her　the　horrible　scene　of　the　morning；　and　begging　her
  advice　and　assistance。　Neither　the　one　nor　the　other　could　then　know
  that　du　Tillet　himself　had　lighted　the　charcoal　of　the　vulgar　brazier；
  the　sight　of　which　had　so　justly　terrified　the　countess。
  〃He　has　but　me　in　all　the　world；〃　said　Marie　to　her　sister；　〃and　I
  will　not　fail　him。〃
  That　speech　contains　the　secret　motive　of　most　women；　they　can　be
  heroic　when　they　are　certain　of　being　all　in　all　to　a　grand　and
  irreproachable　being。
  CHAPTER　VIII
  A　LOVER　SAVED　AND　LOST
  Du　Tillet　had　heard　some　talk　even　in　financial　circles　of　the　more　or
  less　possible　adoration　of　his　sister…in…law　for　Nathan；　but　he　was
  one　of　those　who　denied　it；　thinking　it　incompatible　with　Raoul's
  known　relations　with　Florine。　The　actress　would　certainly　drive　off
  the　countess；　or　vice　versa。　But　when；　on　coming　home　that　evening；　he
  found　his　sister…in…law　with　a　perturbed　face；　in　consultation　with
  his　wife　about　money；　it　occurred　to　him　that　Raoul　had；　in　all
  probability；　confided　to　her　his　situation。　The　countess　must
  therefore　love　him；　she　had　doubtless　come　to　obtain　from　her　sister
  the　sum　due　to　old　Gigonnet。　Madame　du　Tillet；　unaware；　of　course；　of
  the　reasons　for　her　husband's　apparently　supernatural　penetration；　had
  shown　such　stupefaction　when　he　told　her　the　sum　wanted；　that　du
  Tillet's　suspicions　became　certainties。　He　was　sure　now　that　he　held
  the　thread　of　all　Nathan's　possible　manoeuvres。
  No　one　knew　that　the　unhappy　man　himself　was　in　bed　in　a　small　hotel
  in　the　rue　du　Mail；　under　the　name　of　the　office　watchman；　to　whom
  Marie　had　promised　five　hundred　francs　if　he　kept　silence　as　to　the
  events　of　the　preceding　night　and　morning。　Thus　bribed；　the　man；　whose
  name　was　Francois　Quillet；　went　back　to　the　office　and　left　word　with
  the　portress　that　Monsieur　Nathan　had　been　taken　ill　in　consequence　of
  overwork；　and　was　resting。　Du　Tillet　was　therefore　not　surprised　at
  Raoul's　absence。　It　was　natural　for　the　journalist　to　hide　under　any
  such　pretence　to　avoid　arrest。　When　the　sheriff's　spies　made　inquiries
  they　learned　that　a　lady　had　carried　him　away　in　a　public　coach　early
  in　the　morning；　but　it　took　three　days　to　ferret　out　the　number　of　the
  coach；　question　the　driver；　and　find　the　hotel　where　the　debtor　was
  recovering　his　strength。　Thus　Marie's　prompt　action　had　really　gained
  for　Nathan　a　truce　of　four　days。
  Both　sisters　passed　a　cruel　night。　Such　a　catastrophe　casts　the　lurid
  gleams　of　its　charcoal　over　the　whole　of　life；　showing　reefs；　pools；
  depths；　where　the　eye　has　hitherto　seen　only　summits　and　grandeurs。
  Struck　by　the　horrible　picture　of　a　young　man　lying　back　in　his　chair
  to　die；　with　the　last　proofs　of　his　paper　before　him；　containing　in
  type　his　last　thoughts；　poor　Madame　du　Tillet　could　think　of　nothing
  else　than　how　to　save　him　and　restore　a　life　so　precious　to　her
  sister。　It　is　the　nature　of　our　mind　to　see　effects　before　we　analyze
  their　causes。　Eugenie　recurred　to　her　first　idea　of　consul