forever；　solely　and　faithfully；　without　knowing　whether　our　characters
  or　persons　suited　each　other。　Is　there　a　second…sight　in　love？　What
  answer　can　I　give　to　that；　I　who　have　seen　so　many　unions　formed　under
  celestial　auspices　only　to　be　ruptured　later；　giving　rise　to　hatreds
  that　are　well…nigh　eternal；　to　repugnances　that　are　unconquerable。　The
  senses　sometimes　harmonize　while　ideas　are　at　variance；　and　some
  persons　live　more　by　their　minds　than　by　their　bodies。　The　contrary　is
  also　true；　often　minds　agree　and　persons　displease。　These　phenomena；
  the　varying　and　secret　cause　of　many　sorrows；　show　the　wisdom　of　laws
  which　give　parents　supreme　power　over　the　marriages　of　their　children；
  for　a　young　girl　is　often　duped　by　one　or　other　of　these
  hallucinations。　Therefore　I　do　not　blame　you。　The　sensations　you　feel；
  the　rush　of　sensibility　which　has　come　from　its　hidden　source　upon
  your　heart　and　upon　your　mind；　the　happiness　with　which　you　think　of
  Savinien；　are　all　natural。　But；　my　darling　child；　society　demands；　as
  our　good　abbe　has　told　us；　the　sacrifice　of　many　natural　inclinations。
  The　destinies　of　men　and　women　differ。　I　was　able　to　choose　Ursula
  Mirouet　for　my　wife；　I　could　go　to　her　and　say　that　I　loved　her；　but　a
  young　girl　is　false　to　herself　if　she　asks　the　love　of　the　man　she
  loves。　A　woman　has　not　the　right　which　men　have　to　seek　the
  accomplishment　of　her　hopes　in　open　day。　Modesty　is　to　herabove　all
  to　you；　my　Ursula；the　insurmountable　barrier　which　protects　the
  secrets　of　her　heart。　Your　hesitation　in　confiding　to　me　these　first
  emotions　shows　me　you　would　suffer　cruel　torture　rather　than　admit　to
  Savinien〃
  〃Oh；　yes！〃　she　said。
  〃But；　my　child；　you　must　do　more。　You　must　repress　these　feelings；　you
  must　forget　them。〃
  〃Why？〃
  〃Because；　my　darling；　you　must　love　only　the　man　you　marry；　and；　even
  if　Monsieur　Savinien　de　Portenduere　loved　you〃
  〃I　never　thought　of　it。〃
  〃But　listen：　even　if　he　loved　you；　even　if　his　mother　asked　me　to　give
  him　your　hand；　I　should　not　consent　to　the　marriage　until　I　had
  subjected　him　to　a　long　and　thorough　probation。　His　conduct　has　been
  such　as　to　make　families　distrust　him　and　to　put　obstacles　between
  himself　and　heiresses　which　cannot　be　easily　overcome。〃
  A　soft　smile　came　in　place　of　tears　on　Ursula's　sweet　face　as　she
  said；　〃Then　poverty　is　good　sometimes。〃
  The　doctor　could　find　no　answer　to　such　innocence。
  〃What　has　he　done；　godfather？〃　she　asked。
  〃In　two　years；　my　treasure；　he　has　incurred　one　hundred　and　twenty
  thousand　francs　of　debt。　He　has　had　the　folly　to　get　himself　locked　up
  in　Saint…Pelagie；　the　debtor's　prison；　an　impropriety　which　will
  always　be；　in　these　days；　a　discredit　to　him。　A　spendthrift　who　is
  willing　to　plunge　his　poor　mother　into　poverty　and　distress　might
  cause　his　wife；　as　your　poor　father　did；　to　die　of　despair。〃
  〃Don't　you　think　he　will　do　better？〃　she　asked。
  〃If　his　mother　pays　his　debts　he　will　be　penniless；　and　I　don't　know　a
  worse　punishment　than　to　be　a　nobleman　without　means。〃
  This　answer　made　Ursula　thoughtful；　she　dried　her　tears；　and　said：
  〃If　you　can　save　him；　save　him；　godfather；　that　service　will　give　you
  a　right　to　advise　him；　you　can　remonstrate〃
  〃Yes；〃　said　the　doctor；　imitating　her；　〃and　then　he　can　come　here；　and
  the　old　lady　will　come　here；　and　we　shall　see　them；　and〃
  〃I　was　thinking　only　of　him；〃　said　Ursula；　blushing。
  〃Don't　think　of　him；　my　child；　it　would　be　folly；〃　said　the　doctor
  gravely。　〃Madame　de　Portenduere；　who　was　a　Kergarouet；　would　never
  consent；　even　if　she　had　to　live　on　three　hundred　francs　a　year；　to
  the　marriage　of　her　son；　the　Vicomte　Savinien　de　Portenduere；　with
  whom？with　Ursula　Mirouet；　daughter　of　a　bandsman　in　a　regiment；
  without　money；　and　whose　fatheralas！　I　must　now　tell　you　allwas
  the　bastard　son　of　an　organist；　my　father…in…law。〃
  〃O　godfather！　you　are　right；　we　are　equal　only　in　the　sight　of　God。　I
  will　not　think　of　him　againexcept　in　my　prayers；〃　she　said；　amid　the
  sobs　which　this　painful　revelation　excited。　〃Give　him　what　you　meant
  to　give　mewhat　can　a　poor　girl　like　me　want？ah；　in　prison；　he！〃
  〃Offer　to　God　your　disappointments；　and　perhaps　he　will　help　us。〃
  There　was　silence　for　some　minutes。　When　Ursula；　who　at　first　did　not
  dare　to　look　at　her　godfather；　raised　her　eyes；　her　heart　was　deeply
  moved　to　see　the　tears　which　were　rolling　down　his　withered　cheeks。
  The　tears　of　old　men　are　as　terrible　as　those　of　children　are　natural。
  〃Oh　what　is　it？〃　cried　Ursula；　flinging　herself　at　his　feet　and
  kissing　his　hands。　〃Are　you　not　sure　of　me？〃
  〃I；　who　longed　to　gratify　all　your　wishes；　it　is　I　who　am　obliged　to
  cause　the　first　great　sorrow　of　your　life！〃　he　said。　〃I　suffer　as　much
  as　you。　I　never　wept　before；　except　when　I　lost　my　childrenand；
  Ursula　Yes；〃　he　cried　suddenly；　〃I　will　do　all　you　desire！〃
  Ursula　gave　him；　through　her　tears　a　look　that　was　vivid　as　lightning。
  She　smiled。
  〃Let　us　go　into　the　salon；　darling；〃　said　the　doctor。　〃Try　to　keep　the
  secret　of　all　this　to　yourself；〃　he　added；　leaving　her　alone　for　a
  moment　in　his　study。
  He　felt　himself　so　weak　before　that　heavenly　smile　that　he　feared　he
  might　say　a　word　of　hope　and　thus　mislead　her。
  CHAPTER　X
  THE　FAMILY　OF　PORTENDUERE
  Madame　de　Portenduere　was　at　this　moment　alone　with　the　abbe　in　her
  frigid　little　salon　on　the　ground　floor；　having　finished　the　recital
  of　her　troubles　to　the　good　priest；　her　only　friend。　She　held　in　her
  hand　some　letters　which　he　had　just　returned　to　her　after　reading
  them；　these　letters　had　brought　her　troubles　to　a　climax。　Seated　on
  her　sofa　beside　a　square　table　covered　with　the　remains　of　a　dessert；
  the　old　lady　was　looking　at　the　abbe；　who　sat　on　the　other　side　of　the
  table；　doubled　up　in　his　armchair　and　stroking　his　chin　with　the
  gesture　common　to　valets　on　the　stage；　mathematicians；　and　priests；a
  sign　of　profound　meditation　on　a　problem　that　was　difficult　to　solve。
  This　little　salon；　lighted　by　two　windows　on　the　street　and　finished
  with　a　wainscot　painted　gray；　was　so　damp　that　the　lower　panels　showed
  the　geometrical　cracks　of　rotten　wood　when　the　paint　no　longer　binds
  it。　The　red…tiled　floor；　polished　by　the　old　lady's　one　servant；
  required；　for　comfort's　sake；　before　each　seat　small　round　mats　of
  brown　straw；　on　one　of　which　the　abbe　was　now　resting　his　feet。　The
  old　damask　curtains　of　light　green　with　green　flowers　were　drawn；　and
  the　outside　blinds　had　been　closed。　Two　wax　candles　lighted　the　table；
  leaving　the　rest　of　the　room　in　semi…obscurity。　Is　it　necessary　to　say
  that　between　the　two　windows　was　a　fine　pastel　by　Latour　representing
  the　famous　Admiral　de　Portenduere；　the　rival　of　the　Suffren；　Guichen；
  Kergarouet　and　Simeuse　naval　heroes？　On　the　paneled　wall　opposite　to
  the　fireplace　were　portraits　of　the　Vicomte　de　Portenduere　and　of　the
  mother　of　the　old　lady；　a　Kergarouet…Ploegat。　Savinien's　great…uncle
  was　therefore　the　Vice…admiral　de　Kergarouet；　and　his　cousin　was　the
  Comte　de　Portenduere；　grandson　of　the　admiral；both　of　them　very
  rich。
  The　Vice…admiral　de　Kergarouet　lived　in　Paris　and　the　Comte　de
  Portenduere　at　the　chateau　of　that　name　in　Dauphine。　The　count
  represented　the　elder　branch；　and　Savinien　was　the　only　scion　of　the
  younger。　The　count；　who　was　over　forty　years　of　age　and　married　to　a
  rich　wife；　had　three　children。　His　fortune；　increased　by　various
  legacies；　amounted；　it　was　said；　to　sixty　thousand　francs　a　year。　As
  deputy　from　Isere　he　passed　his　winters　in　Paris；　where　he　had　bought
  the　hotel　de　Portenduere　with　the　indemnities　he　obtained　under　the
  Villele　law。　The　vice…admiral　had　recently　married　his　niece　by
  marriage；　for　the　sole　purpose　of　securing　his　money　to　her。
  The　faults　of　the　young　viscount　were　therefore　likely　to　cost　him　the
  favor　of　two　powerful　protectors。　If　Savinien　had　entered　the　navy；
  young　and　handsome　as　he　was；　with　a　famous　name；　and　backed　by　the
  influence　of　an　admiral　and　a　deputy；　he　might；　at　twenty…three　years
  of　age；　been　a　lieutenant；　but　his　mother；　unwilling　that　her　only　son
  should　go　into　either　naval　or　military　service；　had　kept　him　at
  Nemours　under　the　tutelage　of　one　of　the　Abbe　Chaperon's　assistants；
  hoping　that　she　could　keep　him　near　her　until　her　death。　She　meant　to
  marry　him　to　a　demoiselle　d'Aiglemont　with　a　fortune　of　twelve
  thousand　francs　a　year；　to　whose　hand　the　name　of　Portenduere　and　the
  farm　at　Bordieres　enabled　him　to　pretend。　This　narrow　but　judicious
  plan；　which　would　have　carried　the　family　to　a　second　generation；　was
  already　balked　by　events。　The　d'Aiglemonts　were　ruined；　and　one　of　the
  daughters；　Helene；　had　disappeared；　and　the　mystery　of　her
  disappearance　was　never　solved。
  The　weariness　of　a　life　without　atmosphere；　without　prospects；　without
  action；　without　other　nourishment　than　the　love　of