first　letter。　If　you　are　destined　to　a　middle…class　life；　obey　the
  iron　law　which　holds　society　together。　Lifted　in　mind　above　other
  women；　I　admire　you；　but　if　you　seek　to　obey　an　impulse　which　you
  ought　to　repress；　I　pity　you。　The　all…wise　moral　of　that　great
  domestic　epic　〃Clarissa　Harlowe〃　is　that　legitimate　and　honorable
  love　led　the　poor　victim　to　her　ruin　because　it　was　conceived；
  developed；　and　pursued　beyond　the　boundaries　of　family　restraint。
  The　family；　however　cruel　and　even　foolish　it　may　be；　is　in　the
  right　against　the　Lovelaces。　The　family　is　Society。　Believe　me；
  the　glory　of　a　young　girl；　of　a　woman；　must　always　be　that　of
  repressing　her　most　ardent　impulses　within　the　narrow　sphere　of
  conventions。　If　I　had　a　daughter　able　to　become　a　Madame　de　Stael
  I　should　wish　her　dead　at　fifteen。　Can　you　imagine　a　daughter　of
  yours　flaunting　on　the　stage　of　fame；　exhibiting　herself　to　win
  the　plaudits　of　a　crowd；　and　not　suffer　anguish　at　the　thought？　No
  matter　to　what　heights　a　woman　can　rise　by　the　inward　poetry　of
  her　soul；　she　must　sacrifice　the　outer　signs　of　superiority　on　the
  altar　of　her　home。　Her　impulse；　her　genius；　her　aspirations　toward
  Good；　the　whole　poem　of　a　young　girl's　being；　should　belong　to　the
  man　she　accepts　and　the　children　whom　she　brings　into　the　world。　I
  think　I　perceive　in　you　a　secret　desire　to　widen　the　narrow　circle
  of　the　life　to　which　all　women　are　condemned；　and　to　put　love　and
  passion　into　marriage。　Ah！　it　is　a　lovely　dream！　it　is　not
  impossible；　it　is　difficult；　but　if　realized；　may　it　not　be　to　the
  despair　of　soulsforgive　me　the　hackneyed　word〃incompris〃？
  If　you　seek　a　platonic　friendship　it　will　be　to　your　sorrow　in
  after　years。　If　your　letter　was　a　jest；　discontinue　it。　Perhaps
  this　little　romance　is　to　end　hereis　it？　It　has　not　been　without
  fruit。　My　sense　of　duty　is　aroused；　and　you；　on　your　side；　will
  have　learned　something　of　Society。　Turn　your　thoughts　to　real
  life；　throw　the　enthusiasms　you　have　culled　from　literature　into
  the　virtues　of　your　sex。
  Adieu；　mademoiselle。　Do　me　the　honor　to　grant　me　your　esteem。
  Having　seen　you；　or　one　whom　I　believe　to　be　you；　I　have　known
  that　your　letter　was　simply　natural；　a　flower　so　lovely　turns　to
  the　sunof　poetry。　Yes；　love　poetry　as　you　love　flowers；　music；
  the　grandeur　of　the　sea；　the　beauties　of　nature；　love　them　as　an
  adornment　of　the　soul；　but　remember　what　I　have　had　the　honor　of
  telling　you　as　to　the　nature　of　poets。　Be　cautious　not　to　marry；
  as　you　say；　a　dunce；　but　seek　the　partner　whom　God　has　made　for
  you。　There　are　souls；　believe　me；　who　are　fit　to　appreciate　you；
  and　to　make　you　happy。　If　I　were　rich；　if　you　were　poor；　I　would
  lay　my　heart　and　my　fortunes　at　your　feet；　for　I　believe　your　soul
  to　be　full　of　riches　and　of　loyalty；　to　you　I　could　confide　my
  life　and　my　honor　in　absolute　security。
  Once　more；　adieu；　adieu；　fairest　daughter　of　Eve　the　fair。
  The　reading　of　this　letter；　swallowed　like　a　drop　of　water　in　the
  desert；　lifted　the　mountain　which　weighed　heavily　on　Modeste's　heart：
  then　she　saw　the　mistake　she　had　made　in　arranging　her　plan；　and
  repaired　it　by　giving　Francoise　some　envelopes　directed　to　herself；　in
  which　the　maid　could　put　the　letters　which　came　from　Paris　and　drop
  them　again　into　the　box。　Modeste　resolved　to　receive　the　postman
  herself　on　the　steps　of　the　Chalet　at　the　hour　when　he　made　his
  delivery。
  As　to　the　feelings　that　this　reply；　in　which　the　noble　heart　of　poor
  La　Briere　beat　beneath　the　brilliant　phantom　of　Canalis；　excited　in
  Modeste；　they　were　as　multifarious　and　confused　as　the　waves　which
  rushed　to　die　along　the　shore　while　with　her　eyes　fixed　on　the　wide
  ocean　she　gave　herself　up　to　the　joy　of　having　（if　we　dare　say　so）
  harpooned　an　angelic　soul　in　the　Parisian　Gulf；　of　having　divined　that
  hearts　of　price　might　still　be　found　in　harmony　with　genius；　and；
  above　all；　for　having　followed　the　magic　voice　of　intuition。
  A　vast　interest　was　now　about　to　animate　her　life。　The　wires　of　her
  cage　were　broken：　the　bolts　and　bars　of　the　pretty　Chaletwhere　were
  they？　Her　thoughts　took　wings。
  〃Oh；　father！〃　she　cried；　looking　out　to　the　horizon。　〃Come　back　and
  make　us　rich　and　happy。〃
  The　answer　which　Ernest　de　La　Briere　received　some　five　days　later
  will　tell　the　reader　more　than　any　elaborate　disquisition　of　ours。
  CHAPTER　IX
  THE　POWER　OF　THE　UNSEEN
  To　Monsieur　de　Canalis：
  My　friend；Suffer　me　to　give　you　that　name；you　have　delighted
  me；　I　would　not　have　you　other　than　you　are　in　this　letter；　the
  firstoh；　may　it　not　be　the　last！　Who　but　a　poet　could　have
  excused　and　understood　a　young　girl　so　delicately？
  I　wish　to　speak　with　the　sincerity　that　dictated　the　first　lines
  of　your　letter。　And　first；　let　me　say　that　most　fortunately　you　do
  not　know　me。　I　can　joyfully　assure　you　than　I　am　neither　that
  hideous　Mademoiselle　Vilquin　nor　the　very　noble　and　withered
  Mademoiselle　d'Herouville　who　floats　between　twenty　and　forty
  years　of　age；　unable　to　decide　on　a　satisfactory　date。　The
  Cardinal　d'Herouville　flourished　in　the　history　of　the　Church　at
  least　a　century　before　the　cardinal　of　whom　we　boast　as　our　only
  family　glory；for　I　take　no　account　of　lieutenant…generals；　and
  abbes　who　write　trumpery　little　verses。
  Moreover；　I　do　not　live　in　the　magnificent　villa　Vilquin；　there　is
  not　in　my　veins；　thank　God；　the　ten…millionth　of　a　drop　of　that
  chilly　blood　which　flows　behind　a　counter。　I　come　on　one　side　from
  Germany；　on　the　other　from　the　south　of　France；　my　mind　has　a
  Teutonic　love　of　reverie；　my　blood　the　vivacity　of　Provence。　I　am
  noble　on　my　father's　and　on　my　mother's　side。　On　my　mother's　I
  derive　from　every　page　of　the　Almanach　de　Gotha。　In　short；　my
  precautions　are　well　taken。　It　is　not　in　any　man's　power；　nor　even
  in　the　power　of　the　law；　to　unmask　my　incognito。　I　shall　remain
  veiled；　unknown。
  As　to　my　person　and　as　to　my　〃belongings；〃　as　the　Normans　say；
  make　yourself　easy。　I　am　at　least　as　handsome　as　the　little　girl
  （ignorantly　happy）　on　whom　your　eyes　chanced　to　light　during　your
  visit　to　Havre；　and　I　do　not　call　myself　poverty…stricken；
  although　ten　sons　of　peers　may　not　accompany　me　on　my　walks。　I
  have　seen　the　humiliating　comedy　of　the　heiress　sought　for　her
  millions　played　on　my　account。　In　short；　make　no　attempt；　even　on
  a　wager；　to　reach　me。　Alas！　though　free　as　air；　I　am　watched　and
  guarded；by　myself；　in　the　first　place；　and　secondly；　by　people
  of　nerve　and　courage　who　would　not　hesitate　to　put　a　knife　in　your
  heart　if　you　tried　to　penetrate　my　retreat。　I　do　not　say　this　to
  excite　your　courage　or　stimulate　your　curiosity；　I　believe　I　have
  no　need　of　such　incentives　to　interest　you　and　attach　you　to　me。
  I　will　now　reply　to　the　second　edition；　considerably　enlarged；　of
  your　first　sermon。
  Will　you　have　a　confession？　I　said　to　myself　when　I　saw　you　so
  distrustful；　and　mistaking　me　for　Corinne　（whose　improvisations
  bore　me　dreadfully）；　that　in　all　probability　dozes　of　Muses　had
  already　led　you；　rashly　curious；　into　their　valleys；　and　begged
  you　to　taste　the　fruits　of　their　boarding…school　Parnassus。　Oh！
  you　are　perfectly　safe　with　me；　my　friend；　I　may　love　poetry；　but
  I　have　no　little　verses　in　my　pocket…book；　and　my　stockings　are；
  and　will　remain；　immaculately　white。　You　shall　not　be　pestered
  with　the　〃Flowers　of　my　Heart〃　in　one　or　more　volumes。　And；
  finally；　should　it　ever　happen　that　I　say　to　you　the　word　〃Come！〃
  you　will　not　findyou　know　it　nowan　old　maid；　no；　nor　a　poor
  and　ugly　one。
  Ah！　my　friend；　if　you　only　knew　how　I　regret　that　you　came　to
  Havre！　You　have　lowered　the　charm　of　what　you　call　my　romance。　God
  alone　knew　the　treasure　I　was　reserving　for　the　man　noble　enough；
  and　trusting　enough；　and　perspicacious　enough　to　comehaving
  faith　in　my　letters；　having　penetrated　step　by　step　into　the
  depths　of　my　heartto　come　to　our　first　meeting　with　the
  simplicity　of　a　child：　for　that　was　what　I　dreamed　to　be　the
  innocence　of　a　man　of　genius。　And　now　you　have　spoiled　my
  treasure！　But　I　forgive　you；　you　live　in　Paris　and；　as　you　say；
  there　is　always　a　man　within　a　poet。
  Because　I　tell　you　this　will　you　think　me　some　little　girl　who
  cultivates　a　garden…full　of　illusions？　You；　who　are　witty　and
  wise；　have　you　not　guessed　that　when　Mademoiselle　d'Este　received
  your　pedantic　lesson　she　said　to　herself：　〃No；　dear　poet；　my　first
  letter　was　not　the　pebble　which　a　vagabond　child　flings　about　the
  highway　to　frighten　the　owner　of　the　adjacent　fruit…trees；　but　a
  net　carefully　and　prudently　thrown　by　a　fisherman　seated　on　a　rock
  above　the　sea；　hoping　and　expecting　a　miraculous　draught。〃
  All　that　you　sa