〃go　and　post　this　letter。　Tell　Jerome　that　I　know　all　I　wish　to　know；
  and　that　he　is　to　serve　Monsieur　Albert　faithfully。　We　will　confess
  our　sins；　you　and　I；　without　saying　to　whom　the　letters　belonged；　nor
  to　whom　they　were　going。　I　was　in　the　wrong；　I　alone　am　guilty。〃
  〃Mademoiselle　has　been　crying？〃　said　Mariette。
  〃Yes；　but　I　do　not　want　that　my　mother　should　perceive　it；　give　me
  some　very　cold　water。〃
  In　the　midst　of　the　storms　of　her　passion　Rosalie　often　listened　to
  the　voice　of　conscience。　Touched　by　the　beautiful　fidelity　of　these
  two　hearts；　she　had　just　said　her　prayers；　telling　herself　that　there
  was　nothing　left　to　her　but　to　be　resigned；　and　to　respect　the
  happiness　of　two　beings　worthy　of　each　other；　submissive　to　fate；
  looking　to　God　for　everything；　without　allowing　themselves　any
  criminal　acts　or　wishes。　She　felt　a　better　woman；　and　had　a　certain
  sense　of　satisfaction　after　coming　to　this　resolution；　inspired　by　the
  natural　rectitude　of　youth。　And　she　was　confirmed　in　it　by　a　girl's
  idea：　She　was　sacrificing　herself　for　/him/。
  〃She　does　not　know　how　to　love；〃　thought　she。　〃Ah！　if　it　were　II
  would　give　up　everything　to　a　man　who　loved　me　so。To　be　loved！
  When；　by　whom　shall　I　be　loved？　That　little　Monsieur　de　Soulas　only
  loves　my　money；　if　I　were　poor；　he　would　not　even　look　at　me。〃
  〃Rosalie；　my　child；　what　are　you　thinking　about？　You　are　working
  beyond　the　outline；〃　said　the　Baroness　to　her　daughter；　who　was　making
  worsted…work　slippers　for　the　Baron。
  Rosalie　spent　the　winter　of　1834…35　torn　by　secret　tumults；　but　in　the
  spring；　in　the　month　of　April；　when　she　reached　the　age　of　nineteen；
  she　sometimes　thought　that　it　would　be　a　fine　thing　to　triumph　over　a
  Duchesse　d'Argaiolo。　In　silence　and　solitude　the　prospect　of　this
  struggle　had　fanned　her　passion　and　her　evil　thoughts。　She　encouraged
  her　romantic　daring　by　making　plan　after　plan。　Although　such
  characters　are　an　exception；　there　are；　unfortunately；　too　many
  Rosalies　in　the　world；　and　this　story　contains　a　moral　that　ought　to
  serve　them　as　a　warning。
  In　the　course　of　this　winter　Albert　de　Savarus　had　quietly　made
  considerable　progress　in　Besancon。　Confident　of　success；　he　now
  impatiently　awaited　the　dissolution　of　the　Chamber。　Among　the　men　of
  the　moderate　party　he　had　won　the　suffrages　of　one　of　the　makers　of
  Besancon；　a　rich　contractor；　who　had　very　wide　influence。
  Wherever　they　settled　the　Romans　took　immense　pains；　and　spent
  enormous　sums　to　have　an　unlimited　supply　of　good　water　in　every　town
  of　their　empire。　At　Besancon　they　drank　the　water　from　Arcier；　a　hill
  at　some　considerable　distance　from　Besancon。　The　town　stands　in　a
  horseshoe　circumscribed　by　the　river　Doubs。　Thus；　to　restore　an
  aqueduct　in　order　to　drink　the　same　water　that　the　Romans　drank；　in　a
  town　watered　by　the　Doubs；　is　one　of　those　absurdities　which　only
  succeed　in　a　country　place　where　the　most　exemplary　gravity　prevails。
  If　this　whim　could　be　brought　home　to　the　hearts　of　the　citizens；　it
  would　lead　to　considerable　outlay；　and　this　expenditure　would　benefit
  the　influential　contractor。
  Albert　Savaron　de　Savarus　opined　that　the　water　of　the　river　was　good
  for　nothing　but　to　flow　under　the　suspension　bridge；　and　that　the　only
  drinkable　water　was　that　from　Arcier。　Articles　were　printed　in　the
  /Review/　which　merely　expressed　the　views　of　the　commercial　interest
  of　Besancon。　The　nobility　and　the　citizens；　the　moderates　and　the
  legitimists；　the　government　party　and　the　opposition；　everybody；　in
  short；　was　agreed　that　they　must　drink　the　same　water　as　the　Romans；
  and　boast　of　a　suspension　bridge。　The　question　of　the　Arcier　water　was
  the　order　of　the　day　at　Besancon。　At　Besanconas　in　the　matter　of　the
  two　railways　to　Versaillesas　for　every　standing　abusethere　were
  private　interests　unconfessed　which　gave　vital　force　to　this　idea。　The
  reasonable　folk　in　opposition　to　this　scheme；　who　were　indeed　but　few；
  were　regarded　as　old　women。　No　one　talked　of　anything　but　of　Savaron's
  two　projects。　And　thus；　after　eighteen　months　of　underground　labor；
  the　ambitious　lawyer　had　succeeded　in　stirring　to　its　depths　the　most
  stagnant　town　in　France；　the　most　unyielding　to　foreign　influence；　in
  finding　the　length　of　its　foot；　to　use　a　vulgar　phrase；　and　exerting　a
  preponderant　influence　without　stirring　from　his　own　room。　He　had
  solved　the　singular　problem　of　how　to　be　powerful　without　being
  popular。
  In　the　course　of　this　winter　he　won　seven　lawsuits　for　various　priests
  of　Besancon。　At　moments　he　could　breathe　freely　at　the　thought　of　his
  coming　triumph。　This　intense　desire；　which　made　him　work　so　many
  interests　and　devise　so　many　springs；　absorbed　the　last　strength　of
  his　terribly　overstrung　soul。　His　disinterestedness　was　lauded；　and　he
  took　his　clients'　fees　without　comment。　But　this　disinterestedness
  was；　in　truth；　moral　usury；　he　counted　on　a　reward　far　greater　to　him
  than　all　the　gold　in　the　world。
  In　the　month　of　October　1834　he　had　brought；　ostensibly　to　serve　a
  merchant　who　was　in　difficulties；　with　money　lent　him　by　Leopold
  Hannequin；　a　house　which　gave　him　a　qualification　for　election。　He　had
  not　seemed　to　seek　or　desire　this　advantageous　bargain。
  〃You　are　really　a　remarkable　man；〃　said　the　Abbe　de　Grancey；　who；　of
  course；　had　watched　and　understood　the　lawyer。　The　Vicar…General　had
  come　to　introduce　to　him　a　Canon　who　needed　his　professional　advice。
  〃You　are　a　priest　who　has　taken　the　wrong　turning。〃　This　observation
  struck　Savarus。
  Rosalie；　on　her　part；　had　made　up　her　mind；　in　her　strong　girl's　head；
  to　get　Monsieur　de　Savarus　into　the　drawing…room　and　acquainted　with
  the　society　of　the　Hotel　de　Rupt。　So　far　she　had　limited　her　desires
  to　seeing　and　hearing　Albert。　She　had　compounded；　so　to　speak；　and　a
  composition　is　often　no　more　than　a　truce。
  Les　Rouxey；　the　inherited　estate　of　the　Wattevilles；　was　worth　just
  ten　thousand　francs　a　year；　but　in　other　hands　it　would　have　yielded　a
  great　deal　more。　The　Baron　in　his　indifferencefor　his　wife　was　to
  have；　and　in　fact　had；　forty　thousand　francs　a　yearleft　the
  management　of　les　Rouxey　to　a　sort　of　factotum；　an　old　servant　of　the
  Wattevilles　named　Modinier。　Nevertheless；　whenever　the　Baron　and　his
  wife　wished　to　go　out　of　the　town；　they　went　to　les　Rouxey；　which　is
  very　picturesquely　situated。　The　chateau　and　the　park　were；　in　fact；
  created　by　the　famous　Watteville；　who　in　his　active　old　age　was
  passionately　attached　to　this　magnificent　spot。
  Between　two　precipitous　hillslittle　peaks　with　bare　summits　known　as
  the　great　and　the　little　Rouxeyin　the　heart　of　a　ravine　where　the
  torrents　from　the　heights；　with　the　Dent　de　Vilard　at　their　head；　come
  tumbling　to　join　the　lovely　upper　waters　of　the　Doubs；　Watteville　had
  a　huge　dam　constructed；　leaving　two　cuttings　for　the　overflow。　Above
  this　dam　he　made　a　beautiful　lake；　and　below　it　two　cascades；　and
  these；　uniting　a　few　yards　below　the　falls；　formed　a　lovely　little
  river　to　irrigate　the　barren；　uncultivated　valley；　and　these　two　hills
  he　enclosed　in　a　ring　fence；　and　built　himself　a　retreat　on　the　dam；
  which　he　widened　to　two　acres　by　accumulating　above　it　all　the　soil
  which　had　to　be　removed　to　make　a　channel　for　the　river　and　the
  irrigation　canals。
  When　the　Baron　de　Watteville　thus　obtained　the　lake　above　his　dam　he
  was　owner　of　the　two　hills；　but　not　of　the　upper　valley　thus　flooded；
  through　which　there　had　been　at　all　times　a　right…of…way　to　where　it
  ends　in　a　horseshoe　under　the　Dent　de　Vilard。　But　this　ferocious　old
  man　was　so　widely　dreaded；　that　so　long　as　he　lived　no　claim　was　urged
  by　the　inhabitants　of　Riceys；　the　little　village　on　the　further　side
  of　the　Dent　de　Vilard。　When　the　Baron　died；　he　left　the　slopes　of　the
  two　Rouxey　hills　joined　by　a　strong　wall；　to　protect　from　inundation
  the　two　lateral　valleys　opening　into　the　valley　of　Rouxey；　to　the
  right　and　left　at　the　foot　of　the　Dent　de　Vilard。　Thus　he　died　the
  master　of　the　Dent　de　Vilard。
  His　heirs　asserted　their　protectorate　of　the　village　of　Riceys；　and　so
  maintained　the　usurpation。　The　old　assassin；　the　old　renegade；　the　old
  Abbe　Watteville；　ended　his　career　by　planting　trees　and　making　a　fine
  road　over　the　shoulder　of　one　of　the　Rouxey　hills　to　join　the
  highroad。　The　estate　belonging　to　this　park　and　house　was　extensive；
  but　badly　cultivated；　there　were　chalets　on　both　hills　and　neglected
  forests　of　timber。　It　was　all　wild　and　deserted；　left　to　the　care　of
  nature；　abandoned　to　chance　growths；　but　full　of　sublime　and
  unexpected　beauty。　You　may　now　imagine　les　Rouxey。
  It　is　unnecessary　to　complicate　this　story　by　relating　all　the
  prodigious　trouble　and　the　inventiveness　stamped　with　genius；　by　which
  Rosalie　achieved　her　end　without　allowing　it　to　be　suspected。　It　is
  enough　to　say　that　it　was　in　obedience　to　her　mother　that　she　left
  Besancon　in　the　month　of　May　1835；　in　an　antique　traveling　carriage
  drawn　by　a　pair　of　sturdy　hired　horses；　and　accompanied　her　father　to
  les　Rouxey。
  To　a　young　girl　love　lurks　in　everything。　When　she　rose；　the　morning
  after　her　arrival；　Mademoiselle　de　Watteville　saw　from　her　bedroom
  window　the　fine　expanse　of　water；　from　which　the　light