principles　or　the　rules　he　had　explained；　if　I　reflected　before　I
  played　he　complained　of　my　slowness；　if　I　played　fast　he　was　angry
  because　I　hurried　him；　if　I　forgot　to　mark　my　points　he　declared；
  making　his　profit　out　of　the　mistake；　that　I　was　always　too　rapid。　It
  was　like　the　tyranny　of　a　schoolmaster；　the　despotism　of　the　rod；　of
  which　I　can　really　give　you　no　idea　unless　I　compare　myself　to
  Epictetus　under　the　yoke　of　a　malicious　child。　When　we　played　for
  money　his　winnings　gave　him　the　meanest　and　most　abject　delight。
  A　word　from　his　wife　was　enough　to　console　me；　and　it　frequently
  recalled　him　to　a　sense　of　politeness　and　good…breeding。　But　before
  long　I　fell　into　the　furnace　of　an　unexpected　misery。　My　money　was
  disappearing　under　these　losses。　Though　the　count　was　always　present
  during　my　visits　until　I　left　the　house；　which　was　sometimes　very
  late；　I　cherished　the　hope　of　finding　some　moment　when　I　might　say　a
  word　that　would　reach　my　idol's　heart；　but　to　obtain　that　moment；　for
  which　I　watched　and　waited　with　a　hunter's　painful　patience；　I　was
  forced　to　continue　these　weary　games；　during　which　my　feelings　were
  lacerated　and　my　money　lost。　Still；　there　were　moments　when　we　were
  silent；　she　and　I；　looking　at　the　sunlight　on　the　meadows；　the　clouds
  in　a　gray　sky；　the　misty　hills；　or　the　quivering　of　the　moon　on　the
  sandbanks　of　the　river；　saying　only；　〃Night　is　beautiful！〃
  〃Night　is　woman；　madame。〃
  〃What　tranquillity！〃
  〃Yes；　no　one　can　be　absolutely　wretched　here。〃
  Then　she　would　return　to　her　embroidery　frame。　I　came　at　last　to　hear
  the　inward　beatings　of　an　affection　which　sought　its　object。　But　the
  fact　remainedwithout　money；　farewell　to　these　evenings。　I　wrote　to
  my　mother　to　send　me　some。　She　scolded　me　and　sent　only　enough　to　last
  a　week。　Where　could　I　get　more？　My　life　depended　on　it。　Thus　it
  happened　that　in　the　dawn　of　my　first　great　happiness　I　found　the　same
  sufferings　that　assailed　me　elsewhere；　but　in　Paris；　at　college；　at
  school　I　evaded　them　by　abstinence；　there　my　privations　were　negative；
  at　Frapesle　they　were　active；　so　active　that　I　was　possessed　by　the
  impulse　to　theft；　by　visions　of　crime；　furious　desperations　which　rend
  the　soul　and　must　be　subdued　under　pain　of　losing　our　self…respect。
  The　memory　of　what　I　suffered　through　my　mother's　parsimony　taught　me
  that　indulgence　for　young　men　which　one　who　has　stood　upon　the　brink
  of　the　abyss　and　measured　its　depths；　without　falling　into　them；　must
  inevitably　feel。　Though　my　own　rectitude　was　strengthened　by　those
  moments　when　life　opened　and　let　me　see　the　rocks　and　quicksands
  beneath　the　surface；　I　have　never　known　that　terrible　thing　called
  human　justice　draw　its　blade　through　the　throat　of　a　criminal　without
  saying　to　myself：　〃Penal　laws　are　made　by　men　who　have　never　known
  misery。〃
  At　this　crisis　I　happened　to　find　a　treatise　on　backgammon　in　Monsieur
  de　Chessel's　library；　and　I　studied　it。　My　host　was　kind　enough　to
  give　me　a　few　lessons；　less　harshly　taught　by　the　count　I　made　good
  progress　and　applied　the　rules　and　calculations　I　knew　by　heart。
  Within　a　few　days　I　was　able　to　beat　Monsieur　de　Mortsauf；　but　no
  sooner　had　I　done　so　and　won　his　money　for　the　first　time　than　his
  temper　became　intolerable；　his　eyes　glittered　like　those　of　tigers；
  his　face　shrivelled；　his　brows　knit　as　I　never　saw　brows　knit　before
  or　since。　His　complainings　were　those　of　a　fretful　child。　Sometimes　he
  flung　down　the　dice；　quivered　with　rage；　bit　the　dice…box；　and　said
  insulting　things　to　me。　Such　violence；　however；　came　to　an　end。　When　I
  had　acquired　enough　mastery　of　the　game　I　played　it　to　suit　me；　I　so
  managed　that　we　were　nearly　equal　up　to　the　last　moment；　I　allowed　him
  to　win　the　first　half　and　made　matters　even　during　the　last　half。　The
  end　of　the　world　would　have　surprised　him　less　than　the　rapid
  superiority　of　his　pupil；　but　he　never　admitted　it。　The　unvarying
  result　of　our　games　was　a　topic　of　discourse　on　which　he　fastened。
  〃My　poor　head；〃　he　would　say；　〃is　fatigued；　you　manage　to　win　the　last
  of　the　game　because　by　that　time　I　lose　my　skill。〃
  The　countess；　who　knew　backgammon；　understood　my　manoeuvres　from　the
  first；　and　gave　me　those　mute　thanks　which　swell　the　heart　of　a　young
  man；　she　granted　me　the　same　look　she　gave　to　her　children。　From　that
  ever…blessed　evening　she　always　looked　at　me　when　she　spoke。　I　cannot
  explain　to　you　the　condition　I　was　in　when　I　left　her。　My　soul　had
  annihilated　my　body；　it　weighed　nothing；　I　did　not　walk；　I　flew。　That
  look　I　carried　within　me；　it　bathed　me　with　light　just　as　her　last
  words；　〃Adieu；　monsieur；〃　still　sounded　in　my　soul　with　the　harmonies
  of　〃O　filii；　o　filioe〃　in　the　paschal　choir。　I　was　born　into　a　new
  life；　I　was　something　to　her！　I　slept　on　purple　and　fine　linen。　Flames
  darted　before　my　closed　eyelids；　chasing　each　other　in　the　darkness
  like　threads　of　fire　in　the　ashes　of　burned　paper。　In　my　dreams　her
  voice　became；　though　I　cannot　describe　it；　palpable；　an　atmosphere　of
  light　and　fragrance　wrapping　me；　a　melody　enfolding　my　spirit。　On　the
  morrow　her　greeting　expressed　the　fulness　of　feelings　that　remained
  unuttered；　and　from　that　moment　I　was　initiated　into　the　secrets　of
  her　voice。
  That　day　was　to　be　one　of　the　most　decisive　of　my　life。　After　dinner
  we　walked　on　the　heights　across　a　barren　plain　where　no　herbage　grew；
  the　ground　was　stony；　arid；　and　without　vegetable　soil　of　any　kind；
  nevertheless　a　few　scrub　oaks　and　thorny　bushes　straggled　there；　and
  in　place　of　grass；　a　carpet　of　crimped　mosses；　illuminated　by　the
  setting　sun　and　so　dry　that　our　feet　slipped　upon　it。　I　held　Madeleine
  by　the　hand　to　keep　her　up。　Madame　de　Mortsauf　was　leading　Jacques。
  The　count；　who　was　in　front；　suddenly　turned　round　and　striking　the
  earth　with　his　cane　said　to　me　in　a　dreadful　tone：　〃Such　is　my　life！
  but　before　I　knew　you；〃　he　added　with　a　look　of　penitence　at　his　wife。
  The　reparation　was　tardy；　for　the　countess　had　turned　pale；　what　woman
  would　not　have　staggered　as　she　did　under　the　blow？
  〃But　what　delightful　scenes　are　wafted　here；　and　what　a　view　of　the
  sunset！〃　I　cried。　〃For　my　part　I　should　like　to　own　this　barren　moor；
  I　fancy　there　may　be　treasures　if　we　dig　for　them。　But　its　greatest
  wealth　is　that　of　being　near　you。　Who　would　not　pay　a　great　cost　for
  such　a　view？all　harmony　to　the　eye；　with　that　winding　river　where
  the　soul　may　bathe　among　the　ash…trees　and　the　alders。　See　the
  difference　of　taste！　To　you　this　spot　of　earth　is　a　barren　waste；　to
  me；　it　is　paradise。〃
  She　thanked　me　with　a　look。
  〃Bucolics！〃　exclaimed　the　count；　with　a　bitter　look。　〃This　is　no　life
  for　a　man　who　bears　your　name。〃　Then　he　suddenly　changed　his　tone
  〃The　bells！〃　he　cried；　〃don't　you　hear　the　bells　of　Azay？　I　hear　them
  ringing。〃
  Madame　de　Mortsauf　gave　me　a　frightened　look。　Madeleine　clung　to　my
  hand。
  〃Suppose　we　play　a　game　of　backgammon？〃　I　said。　〃Let　us　go　back；　the
  rattle　of　the　dice　will　drown　the　sound　of　the　bells。〃
  We　returned　to　Clochegourde；　conversing　by　fits　and　starts。　Once　in
  the　salon　an　indefinable　uncertainty　and　dread　took　possession　of　us。
  The　count　flung　himself　into　an　armchair；　absorbed　in　reverie；　which
  his　wife；　who　knew　the　symptoms　of　his　malady　and　could　foresee　an
  outbreak；　was　careful　not　to　interrupt。　I　also　kept　silence。　As　she
  gave　me　no　hint　to　leave；　perhaps　she　thought　backgammon　might　divert
  the　count's　mind　and　quiet　those　fatal　nervous　susceptibilities；　the
  excitements　of　which　were　killing　him。　Nothing　was　ever　harder　than　to
  make　him　play　that　game；　which；　however；　he　had　a　great　desire　to
  play。　Like　a　pretty　woman；　he　always　required　to　be　coaxed；　entreated；
  forced；　so　that　he　might　not　seem　the　obliged　person。　If　by　chance；
  being　interested　in　the　conversation；　I　forgot　to　propose　it；　he　grew
  sulky；　bitter；　insulting；　and　spoiled　the　talk　by　contradicting
  everything。　If；　warned　by　his　ill…humor；　I　suggested　a　game；　he　would
  dally　and　demur。　〃In　the　first　place；　it　is　too　late；〃　he　would　say；
  〃besides；　I　don't　care　for　it。〃　Then　followed　a　series　of　affectations
  like　those　of　women；　which　often　leave　you　in　ignorance　of　their　real
  wishes。
  On　this　occasion　I　pretended　a　wild　gaiety　to　induce　him　to　play。　He
  complained　of　giddiness　which　hindered　him　from　calculating；　his
  brain；　he　said；　was　squeezed　into　a　vice；　he　heard　noises；　he　was
  choking；　and　thereupon　he　sighed　heavily。　At　last；　however；　he
  consented　to　the　game。　Madame　de　Mortsauf　left　us　to　put　the　children
  to　bed　and　lead　the　household　in　family　prayers。　All　went　well　during
  her　absence；　I　allowed　Monsieur　de　Mortsauf　to　win；　and　his　delight
  seemed　to　put　him　beside　himself。　This　sudden　change　from　a　gloom　that
  led　him　to　make　the　darkest　predictions　to　the　wild　joy　of　a　drunken
  man；　expressed　in　a　crazy　laugh　and　without　any　adequate　motive；
  distressed　and　alarmed　me。　I　had