pily　for　so　long。　His　three　sons　were　in　the　army；　and　each　of　the　lads　had　risen　in　proportion　to　his　time　of　service。　During　the　Hundred　Days；　the　oldest　went　into　the　Guard　with　a　colonel's　commission；　the　second　was　a　major　in　the　artillery；　the　youngest　a　major　in　a　regiment　of　dragoons。　Madame；　those　three　boys　loved　their　father　as　much　as　he　loved　them。　If　you　but　knew　how　careless　young　fellows　grow　of　home　ties　when　they　are　carried　away　by　the　current　of　their　own　lives；　you　would　realize　from　this　one　little　thing　how　warmly　they　loved　the　lonely　old　father；　who　only　lived　in　and　for　themnever　a　week　passed　without　a　letter　from　one　of　the　boys。　But　then　he　on　his　side　had　never　been　weakly　indulgent；　to　lessen　their　respect　for　him；　nor　unjustly　severe；　to　thwart　their　affection；　or　apt　to　grudge　sacrifices；　the　thing　that　estranges　children's　hearts。　He　had　been　more　than　a　father；　he　had　been　a　brother　to　them；　and　their　friend。
  〃At　last　he　went　to　Paris　to　bid　them　good…bye　before　they　set　out　for　Belgium；　he　wished　to　see　that　they　had　good　horses　and　all　that　they　needed。　And　so　they　went；　and　the　father　returned　to　his　home　again。　Then　the　war　began。　He　had　letters　from　Fleurus；　and　again　from　Ligny。　All　went　well。　Then　came　the　battle　of　Waterloo；　and　you　know　the　rest。　France　was　plunged　into　mourning；　every　family　waited　in　intense　anxiety　for　news。　You　may　imagine；　madame；　how　the　old　man　waited　for　tidings；　in　anxiety　that　knew　no　peace　nor　rest。　He　used　to　read　the　gazettes；　he　went　to　the　coach　office　every　day。　One　evening　he　was　told　that　the　colonel's　servant　had　come。　The　man　was　riding　his　master's　horsewhat　need　was　there　to　ask　any　questions？the　colonel　was　dead；　cut　in　two　by　a　shell。　Before　the　evening　was　out　the　youngest　son's　servant　arrivedthe　youngest　had　died　on　the　eve　of　the　battle。　At　midnight　came　a　gunner　with　tidings　of　the　death　of　the　last；　upon　whom；　in　those　few　hours；　the　poor　father　had　centered　all　his　life。　Madame；　they　all　had　fallen。〃
  After　a　pause　the　good　man　controlled　his　feelings；　and　added　gently：
  〃And　their　father　is　still　living；　madame。　He　realized　that　if　God　had　left　him　on　earth；　he　was　bound　to　live　on　and　suffer　on　earth；　but　he　took　refuge　in　the　sanctuary。　What　could　he　be？〃
  The　Marquise　looked　up　and　saw　the　cure's　face；　grown　sublime　in　its　sorrow　and　resignation；　and　waited　for　him　to　speak。　When　the　words　came；　tears　broke　from　her。
  〃A　priest；　madame；　consecrated　by　his　own　tears　previously　shed　at　the　foot　of　the　altar。〃
  Silence　prevailed　for　a　little。　The　Marquise　and　the　cure　looked　out　at　the　foggy　landscape；　as　if　they　could　see　the　figures　of　those　who　were　no　more。
  〃Not　a　priest　in　a　city；　but　a　simple　country　cure；〃　added　he。
  〃At　Saint…Lange；〃　she　said；　drying　her　eyes。
  〃Yes；　madame。〃
  Never　had　the　majesty　of　grief　seemed　so　great　to　Julie。　The　two　words　sank　straight　into　her　heart　with　the　weight　of　infinite　sorrow。　The　gentle；　sonorous　tones　troubled　her　heart。　Ah！　that　full；　deep　voice；　charged　with　plangent　vibration；　was　the　voice　of　one　who　had　suffered　indeed。
  〃And　if　I　do　not　die；　monsieur；　what　will　become　of　me？〃　The　Marquise　spoke　almost　reverently。
  〃Have　you　not　a　child；　madame？〃
  〃Yes；〃　she　said　stiffly。
  The　cure　gave　her　such　a　glance　as　a　doctor　gives　a　patient　whose　life　is　in　danger。　Then　he　determined　to　do　all　that　in　him　lay　to　combat　the　evil　spirit　into　whose　clutches　she　had　fallen。
  〃We　must　live　on　with　our　sorrowsyou　see　it　yourself；　madame；　and　religion　alone　offers　us　real　consolation。　Will　you　permit　me　to　come　again？to　speak　to　you　as　a　man　who　can　sympathize　with　every　trouble；　a　man　about　whom　there　is　nothing　very　alarming；　I　think？〃
  〃Yes；　monsieur；　come　back　again。　Thank　you　for　your　thought　of　me。〃
  〃Very　well；　madame；　then　I　shall　return　very　shortly。〃
  This　visit　relaxed　the　tension　of　soul；　as　it　were；　the　heavy　strain　of　grief　and　loneliness　had　been　almost　too　much　for　the　Marquise's　strength。　The　priest's　visit　had　left　a　soothing　balm　in　her　heart；　his　words　thrilled　through　her　with　healing　influence。　She　began　to　feel　something　of　a　prisoner's　satisfaction；　when；　after　he　has　had　time　to　feel　his　utter　loneliness　and　the　weight　of　his　chains；　he　hears　a　neighbor　knocking　on　the　wall；　and　welcomes　the　sound　which　brings　a　sense　of　human　friendship。　Here　was　an　unhoped…for　confidant。　But　this　feeling　did　not　last　for　long。　Soon　she　sank　back　into　the　old　bitterness　of　spirit；　saying　to　herself；　as　the　prisoner　might　say；　that　a　companion　in　misfortune　could　neither　lighten　her　own　bondage　nor　her　future。
  In　the　first　visit　the　cure　had　feared　to　alarm　the　susceptibilities　of　self…absorbed　grief；　in　a　second　interview　he　hoped　to　make　some　progress　towards　religion。　He　came　back　again　two　days　later；　and　from　the　Marquise's　welcome　it　was　plain　that　she　had　looked　forward　to　the　visit。
  〃Well；　Mme。　la　Marquise；　have　you　given　a　little　thought　to　the　great　mass　of　human　suffering？　Have　you　raised　your　eyes　above　our　earth　and　seen　the　immensity　of　the　universe？the　worlds　beyond　worlds　which　crush　our　vanity　into　insignificance；　and　with　our　vanity　reduce　our　sorrows？〃
  〃No；　monsieur；〃　she　said；　〃I　cannot　rise　to　such　heights；　our　social　laws　lie　too　heavily　upon　me；　and　rend　my　heart　with　a　too　poignant　anguish。　And　laws　perhaps　are　less　cruel　than　the　usages　of　the　world。　Ah！　the　world！〃
  〃Madame；　we　must　obey　both。　Law　is　the　doctrine；　and　custom　the　practice　of　society。〃
  〃Obey　society？〃　cried　the　Marquise；　with　an　involuntary　shudder。　〃Eh！　monsieur；　it　is　the　source　of　all　our　woes。　God　laid　down　no　law　to　make　us　miserable；　but　mankind；　uniting　together　in　social　life；　have　perverted　God's　work。　Civilization　deals　harder　measure　to　us　women　than　nature　does。　Nature　imposes　upon　us　physical　suffering　which　you　have　not　alleviated；　civilization　has　developed　in　us　thoughts　and　feelings　which　you　cheat　continually。　Nature　exterminates　the　weak；　you　condemn　them　to　live；　and　by　so　doing；　consign　them　to　a　life　of　misery。　The　whole　weight　of　the　burden　of　marriage；　an　institution　on　which　society　is　based；　falls　upon　us；　for　the　man　liberty；　duties　for　the　woman。　We　must　give　up　our　whole　lives　to　you；　you　are　only　bound　to　give　us　a　few　moments　of　yours。　A　man；　in　fact；　makes　a　choice；　while　we　blindly　submit。　Oh；　monsieur；　to　you　I　can　speak　freely。　Marriage；　in　these　days；　seems　to　me　to　be　legalized　prostitution。　This　is　the　cause　of　my　wretchedness。　But　among　so　many　miserable　creatures　so　unhappily　yoked；　I　alone　am　bound　to　be　silent；　I　alone　am　to　blame　for　my　misery。　My　marriage　was　my　own　doing。〃
  She　stopped　short；　and　bitter　tears　fell　in　the　silence。
  〃In　the　depths　of　my　wretchedness；　in　the　midst　of　this　sea　of　distress；〃　she　went　on；　〃I　found　some　sands　on　which　to　set　foot　and　suffer　at　leisure。　A　great　tempest　swept　everything　away。　And　here　am　I；　helpless　and　alone；　too　weak　to　cope　with　storms。〃
  〃We　are　never　weak　while　God　is　with　us；〃　said　the　priest。　〃And　if　your　cravings　for　affection　cannot　be　satisfied　here　on　earth；　have　you　no　duties　to　perform？〃
  〃Duties　continually！〃　she　exclaimed；　with　something　of　impatience　in　her　tone。　〃But　where　for　me　are　the　sentiments　which　give　us　strength　to　perform　them？　Nothing　from　nothing；　nothing　for　nothing；this；　monsieur；　is　one　of　the　most　inexorable　laws　of　nature；　physical　or　spiritual。　Would　you　have　these　trees　break　into　leaf　without　the　sap　which　swells　the　buds？　It　is　the　same　with　our　human　nature；　and　in　me　the　sap　is　dried　up　at　its　source。〃
  〃I　am　not　going　to　speak　to　you　of　religious　sentiments　of　which　resignation　is　born；〃　said　the　cure；　〃but　of　motherhood；　madame；　surely〃
  〃Stop；　monsieur！〃　said　the　Marquise；　〃with　you　I　will　be　sincere。　Alas！　in　future　I　can　be　sincere　with　no　one；　I　am　condemned　to　falsehood。　The　world　requires　continual　grimaces；　and　we　are　bidden　to　obey　its　conventions　if　we　would　escape　reproach。　There　are　two　kinds　of　motherhood；　monsieur；　once　I　knew　nothing　of　such　distinctions；　but　I　know　them　now。　Only　half　of　me　has　become　a　mother；　it　were　better　for　me　if　I　had　not　been　a　mother　at　all。　Helene　is　not　/his/　child！　Oh！　do　not　start。　At　Saint…Lange　there　are　volcanic　depths　whence　come　lurid　gleams　of　light　and　earthquake　shocks　to　shake　the　fragile　edifices　of　laws　not　based　on　nature。　I　have　borne　a　child；　that　is　enough；　I　am　a　mother　in　the　eyes　of　the　law。　But　you；　monsieur；　with　your　delicately　compassionate　soul；　can　perhaps　understand　this　cry　from　an　unhappy　woman　who　has　suffered　no　lying　illusions　to　enter　her　heart。　God　will　judge　me；　but　surely　I　have　only　obeyed　His　laws　by　giving　way　to　the　affections　which　He　Himself　set　in　me；　and　this　I　have　learned　from　my　own　soul。What　is　a　child；　monsieur；　but　the　image　of　two　beings；　the　fruit　of　two　sentiments　spontaneously　blended？　Unless　it　is　owned　by　every　fibre　of　the　body；　as　by　every　chord　of　tenderness　in　the　heart；　unless　it　recalls　the　bliss　of　love；　the　hours；　the　places　where　two　creatures　were　happy；　their　words　that　overflowed　with　the　music　of　humanity；　and　their　sweet　imaginings；　that　child　is　an　incomplete　creation。　Yes；　those　two　should　find　the　poetic　dreams　of