them　suitable　for　cultivation；　and　carried　Lady　Dudley　to　the　moor　to
  meet　the　carriage。
  〃What　pleasure　to　meet　a　love　thus　if　it　can　be　done　without　sin；〃
  said　Henriette。
  The　barking　of　the　dog　had　told　Lady　Dudley　that　I　was　in　the
  carriage。　She　thought；　no　doubt；　that　I　had　brought　it　to　meet　her　on
  account　of　the　rain。　When　we　reached　the　spot　where　she　was　waiting；
  she　urged　her　horse　to　the　side　of　the　road　with　the　equestrian
  dexterity　for　which　she　was　famous；　and　which　to　Henriette　seemed
  marvellous。
  〃Amedee；〃　she　said；　and　the　name　in　her　English　pronunciation　had　a
  fairy…like　charm。
  〃He　is　here；　madame；〃　said　the　countess；　looking　at　the　fantastic
  creature　plainly　visible　in　the　moonlight；　whose　impatient　face　was
  oddly　swathed　in　locks　of　hair　now　out　of　curl。
  You　know　with　what　swiftness　two　women　examine　each　other。　The
  Englishwoman　recognized　her　rival；　and　was　gloriously　English；　she
  gave　us　a　look　full　of　insular　contempt；　and　disappeared　in　the
  underbrush　with　the　rapidity　of　an　arrow。
  〃Drive　on　quickly　to　Clochegourde；〃　cried　the　countess；　to　whom　that
  cutting　look　was　like　the　blow　of　an　axe　upon　her　heart。
  The　coachman　turned　to　get　upon　the　road　to　Chinon　which　was　better
  than　that　to　Sache。　As　the　carriage　again　approached　the　moor　we　heard
  the　furious　galloping　of　Arabella's　horse　and　the　steps　of　her　dog。
  All　three　were　skirting　the　wood　behind　the　bushes。
  〃She　is　going；　you　will　lose　her　forever；〃　said　Henriette。
  〃Let　her　go；〃　I　answered；　〃and　without　a　regret。〃
  〃Oh；　poor　woman！〃　cried　the　countess；　with　a　sort　of　compassionate
  horror。　〃Where　will　she　go？〃
  〃Back　to　La　Grenadiere；a　little　house　near　Saint…Cyr；〃　I　said；
  〃where　she　is　staying。〃
  Just　as　we　were　entering　the　avenue　of　Clochegourde　Arabella's　dog
  barked　joyfully　and　bounded　up　to　the　carriage。
  〃She　is　here　before　us！〃　cried　the　countess；　then　after　a　pause　she
  added；　〃I　have　never　seen　a　more　beautiful　woman。　What　a　hand　and　what
  a　figure！　Her　complexion　outdoes　the　lily；　her　eyes　are　literally
  bright　as　diamonds。　But　she　rides　too　well；　she　loves　to　display　her
  strength；　I　think　her　violent　and　too　active；also　too　bold　for　our
  conventions。　The　woman　who　recognizes　no　law　is　apt　to　listen　only　to
  her　caprices。　Those　who　seek　to　shine；　to　make　a　stir；　have　not　the
  gift　of　constancy。　Love　needs　tranquillity；　I　picture　it　to　myself
  like　a　vast　lake　in　which　the　lead　can　find　no　bottom；　where　tempests
  may　be　violent；　but　are　rare　and　controlled　within　certain　limits；
  where　two　beings　live　on　a　flowery　isle　far　from　the　world　whose
  luxury　and　display　offend　them。　Still；　love　must　take　the　imprint　of
  the　character。　Perhaps　I　am　wrong。　If　nature's　elements　are　compelled
  to　take　certain　forms　determined　by　climate；　why　is　it　not　the　same
  with　the　feelings　of　individuals？　No　doubt　sentiments；　feelings；　which
  hold　to　the　general　law　in　the　mass；　differ　in　expression　only。　Each
  soul　has　its　own　method。　Lady　Dudley　is　the　strong　woman　who　can
  traverse　distances　and　act　with　the　vigor　of　a　man；　she　would　rescue
  her　lover　and　kill　jailers　and　guards；　while　other　women　can　only　love
  with　their　whole　souls；　in　moments　of　danger　they　kneel　down　to　pray；
  and　die。　Which　of　the　two　women　suits　you　best？　That　is　the　question。
  Yes；　yes；　Lady　Dudley　must　surely　love；　she　has　made　many　sacrifices。
  Perhaps　she　will　love　you　when　you　have　ceased　to　love　her！〃
  〃Dear　angel；〃　I　said；　〃let　me　ask　the　question　you　asked　me；　how　is　it
  that　you　know　these　things？〃
  〃Every　sorrow　teaches　a　lesson；　and　I　have　suffered　on　so　many　points
  that　my　knowledge　is　vast。〃
  My　servant　had　heard　the　order　given；　and　thinking　we　should　return　by
  the　terraces　he　held　my　horse　ready　for　me　in　the　avenue。　Arabella's
  dog　had　scented　the　horse；　and　his　mistress；　drawn　by　very　natural
  curiosity；　had　followed　the　animal　through　the　woods　to　the　avenue。
  〃Go　and　make　your　peace；〃　said　Henriette；　smiling　without　a　tinge　of
  sadness。　〃Say　to　Lady　Dudley　how　much　she　mistakes　my　intention；　I
  wished　to　show　her　the　true　value　of　the　treasure　which　has　fallen　to
  her；　my　heart　holds　none　but　kind　feelings；　above　all　neither　anger
  nor　contempt。　Explain　to　her　that　I　am　her　sister；　and　not　her　rival。〃
  〃I　shall　not　go；〃　I　said。
  〃Have　you　never　discovered；〃　she　said　with　lofty　pride；　〃that　certain
  propitiations　are　insulting？　Go！〃
  I　rode　towards　Lady　Dudley　wishing　to　know　the　state　of　her　mind。　〃If
  she　would　only　be　angry　and　leave　me；〃　I　thought；　〃I　could　return　to
  Clochegourde。〃
  The　dog　led　me　to　an　oak；　from　which；　as　I　came　up；　Arabella　galloped
  crying　out　to　me；　〃Come！　away！　away！〃　All　that　I　could　do　was　to
  follow　her　to　Saint　Cyr；　which　we　reached　about　midnight。
  〃That　lady　is　in　perfect　health；〃　said　Arabella　as　she　dismounted。
  Those　who　know　her　can　alone　imagine　the　satire　contained　in　that
  remark；　dryly　said　in　a　tone　which　meant；　〃I　should　have　died！〃
  〃I　forbid　you　to　utter　any　of　your　sarcasms　about　Madame　de　Mortsauf；〃
  I　said。
  〃Do　I　displease　your　Grace　in　remarking　upon　the　perfect　health　of　one
  so　dear　to　your　precious　heart？　Frenchwomen　hate；　so　I　am　told；　even
  their　lover's　dog。　In　England　we　love　all　that　our　masters　love；　we
  hate　all　they　hate；　because　we　are　flesh　of　their　flesh。　Permit　me
  therefore　to　love　this　lady　as　much　as　you　yourself　love　her。　Only；　my
  dear　child；〃　she　added；　clasping　me　in　her　arms　which　were　damp　with
  rain；　〃if　you　betray　me；　I　shall　not　be　found　either　lying　down　or
  standing　up；　not　in　a　carriage　with　liveried　lackeys；　nor　on　horseback
  on　the　moors　of　Charlemagne；　nor　on　any　other　moor　beneath　the　skies；
  nor　in　my　own　bed；　nor　beneath　a　roof　of　my　forefathers；　I　shall　not
  be　anywhere；　for　I　will　live　no　longer。　I　was　born　in　Lancashire；　a
  country　where　women　die　for　love。　Know　you；　and　give　you　up？　I　will
  yield　you　to　none；　not　even　to　Death；　for　I　should　die　with　you。〃
  She　led　me　to　her　rooms；　where　comfort　had　already　spread　its　charms。
  〃Love　her；　dear；〃　I　said　warmly。　〃She　loves　you　sincerely；　not　in
  jest。〃
  〃Sincerely！　you　poor　child！〃　she　said；　unfastening　her　habit。
  With　a　lover's　vanity　I　tried　to　exhibit　Henriette's　noble　character
  to　this　imperious　creature。　While　her　waiting…woman；　who　did　not
  understand　a　word　of　French；　arranged　her　hair　I　endeavored　to　picture
  Madame　de　Mortsauf　by　sketching　her　life；　I　repeated　many　of　the　great
  thoughts　she　had　uttered　at　a　crisis　when　nearly　all　women　become
  either　petty　or　bad。　Though　Arabella　appeared　to　be　paying　no
  attention　she　did　not　lose　a　single　word。
  〃I　am　delighted；〃　she　said　when　we　were　alone；　〃to　learn　your　taste
  for　pious　conversation。　There's　an　old　vicar　on　one　of　my　estates　who
  understands　writing　sermons　better　than　any　one　I　know；　the　country…
  people　like　him；　for　he　suits　his　prosing　to　his　hearers。　I'll　write
  to　my　father　to…morrow　and　ask　him　to　send　the　good　man　here　by
  steamboat；　you　can　meet　him　in　Paris；　and　when　once　you　have　heard　him
  you　will　never　wish　to　listen　to　any　one　else；all　the　more　because
  his　health　is　perfect。　His　moralities　won't　give　you　shocks　that　make
  you　weep；　they　flow　along　without　tempests；　like　a　limpid　stream；　and
  will　send　you　to　sleep。　Every　evening　you　can　if　you　like　satisfy　your
  passion　for　sermons　by　digesting　one　with　your　dinner。　English
  morality；　I　do　assure　you；　is　as　superior　to　that　of　Touraine　as　our
  cutlery；　our　plate；　and　our　horses　are　to　your　knives　and　your　turf。
  Do　me　the　kindness　to　listen　to　my　vicar；　promise　me。　I　am　only　a
  woman；　my　dearest；　I　can　love；　I　can　die　for　you　if　you　will；　but　I
  have　never　studied　at　Eton；　or　at　Oxford；　or　in　Edinburgh。　I　am
  neither　a　doctor　of　laws　nor　a　reverend；　I　can't　preach　morality；　in
  fact；　I　am　altogether　unfit　for　it；　I　should　be　awkward　if　I　tried。　I
  don't　blame　your　tastes；　you　might　have　others　more　depraved；　and　I
  should　still　endeavor　to　conform　to　them；　for　I　want　you　to　find　near
  me　all　you　like　best；pleasures　of　love；　pleasures　of　food；　pleasures
  of　piety；　good　claret；　and　virtuous　Christians。　Shall　I　wear　hair…
  cloth　to…night？　She　is　very　lucky；　that　woman；　to　suit　you　in
  morality。　From　what　college　did　she　graduate？　Poor　I；　who　can　only
  give　you　myself；　who　can　only　be　your　slave〃
  〃Then　why　did　you　rush　away　when　I　wanted　to　bring　you　together？〃
  〃Are　you　crazy；　Amedee？　I　could　go　from　Paris　to　Rome　disguised　as　a
  valet；　I　would　do　the　most　unreasonable　thing　for　your　sake；　but　how
  can　you　expect　me　to　speak　to　a　woman　on　the　public　roads　who　has
  never　been　presented　to　me；and　who；　besides；　would　have　preached　me
  a　sermon　under　three　heads？　I　speak　to　peasants；　and　if　I　am　hungry　I
  would　ask　a　workman　to　share　his　bread　with　me　and　pay　him　in　guineas；
  that　is　all　proper　enough；　but　to　stop　a　carriage　on　the　highway；
  like　the　gentlemen　of　the　road　in　England；　is　no