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iety exist unless every individual of which it is composed will make the necessary sacrifices of inclination demanded by its laws？ If you accept the benefits of civilized society； do you not by implication engage to observe the conditions； the conditions of its very existence？ And yet； starving wretches； compelled to respect the laws of property； are not less to be pitied than women whose natural instincts and sensitiveness are turned to so many avenues of pain。
A few days after that scene of which the secret lay buried in the midnight couch； d'Aiglemont introduced Lord Grenville。 Julie gave the guest a stiffly polite reception； which did credit to her powers of dissimulation。 Resolutely she silenced her heart； veiled her eyes； steadied her voice； and she kept her future in her own hands。 Then； when by these devices； this innate woman…craft； as it may be called； she had discovered the full extent of the love which she inspired； Mme。 d'Aiglemont welcomed the hope of a speedy cure； and no longer opposed her husband； who pressed her to accept the young doctor's offer。 Yet she declined to trust herself with Lord Grenville until after some further study of his words and manner； she could feel certain that he had sufficient generosity to endure his pain in silence。 She had absolute power over him； and she had begun to abuse that power already。 Was she not a woman？
Montcontour is an old manor…house build upon the sandy cliffs above the Loire； not far from the bridge where Julie's journey was interrupted in 1814。 It is a picturesque； white chateau； with turrets covered with fine stone carving like Mechlin lace； a chateau such as you often see in Touraine； spick and span； ivy clad； standing among its groves of mulberry trees and vineyards； with its hollow walks； its stone balustrades； and cellars mined in the rock escarpments mirrored in the Loire。 The roofs of Montcontour gleam in the sun； the whole land glows in the burning heat。 Traces of the romantic charm of Spain and the south hover about the enchanting spot。 The breeze brings the scent of bell flowers and golden broom； the air is soft； all about you lies a sunny land； a land which casts its dreamy spell over your soul； a land of languor and of soft desire； a fair； sweet…scented country； where pain is lulled to sleep and passion wakes。 No heart is cold for long beneath its clear sky； beside its sparkling waters。 One ambition dies after another； and you sink into serene content and repose； as the sun sinks at the end of the day swathed about with purple and azure。
One warm August evening in 1821 two people were climbing the paths cut in the crags above the chateau； doubtless for the sake of the view from the heights above。 The two were Julie and Lord Grenville； but this Julie seemed to be a new creature。 The unmistakable color of health glowed in her face。 Overflowing vitality had brought a light into her eyes； which sparkled through a moist film with that liquid brightness which gives such irresistible charm to the eyes of children。 She was radiant with smiles； she felt the joy of living and all the possibilities of life。 From the very way in which she lifted her little feet； it was easy to see that no suffering trammeled her lightest movements； there was no heaviness nor languor in her eyes； her voice； as heretofore。 Under the white silk sunshade which screened her from the hot sunlight； she looked like some young bride beneath her veil； or a maiden waiting to yield to the magical enchantments of Love。
Arthur led her with a lover's care； helping her up the pathway as if she had been a child； finding the smoothest ways； avoiding the stones for her； bidding her see glimpses of distance； or some flower beside the path； always with the unfailing goodness； the same delicate design in all that he did； the intuitive sense of this woman's wellbeing seemed to be innate in him； and as much； nay； perhaps more； a part of his being as the pulse of his own life。
The patient and her doctor went step for step。 There was nothing strange for them in a sympathy which seemed to have existed since the day when they first walked together。 One will swayed them both； they stopped as their senses received the same impression； every word and every glance told of the same thought in either mind。 They had climbed up through the vineyards； and now they turned to sit on one of the long white stones； quarried out of the caves in the hillside； but Julie stood awhile gazing out over the landscape。
〃What a beautiful country！〃 she cried。 〃Let us put up a tent and live here。 Victor； Victor； do come up here！〃
M。 d'Aiglemont answered by a halloo from below。 He did not； however； hurry himself； merely giving his wife a glance from time to time when the windings of the path gave him a glimpse of her。 Julie breathed the air with delight。 She looked up at Arthur； giving him one of those subtle glances in which a clever woman can put the whole of her thought。
〃Ah； I should like to live here always；〃 she said。 〃Would it be possible to tire of this beautiful valley？What is the picturesque river called； do you know？〃
〃That is the Cise。〃
〃The Cise；〃 she repeated。 〃And all this country below； before us？〃
〃Those are the low hills above the Cher。〃
〃And away to the right？ Ah； that is Tours。 Only see how fine the cathedral towers look in the distance。〃
She was silent； and let fall the hand which she had stretched out towards the view upon Arthur's。 Both admired the wide landscape made up of so much blended beauty。 Neither of them spoke。 The murmuring voice of the river； the pure air； and the cloudless heaven were all in tune with their thronging thoughts and their youth and the love in their hearts。
〃Oh！ /mon Dieu/； how I love this country！〃 Julie continued； with growing and ingenuous enthusiasm。 〃You lived here for a long while； did you not？〃 she added after a pause。
A thrill ran through Lord Grenville at her words。
〃It was down there；〃 he said； in a melancholy voice； indicating as he spoke a cluster of walnut trees by the roadside； 〃that I； a prisoner； saw you for the first time。〃
〃Yes； but even at that time I felt very sad。 This country looked wild to me then； but now〃 She broke off； and Lord Grenville did not dare to look at her。
〃All this pleasure I owe to you；〃 Julie began at last； after a long silence。 〃Only the living can feel the joy of life； and until now have I not been dead to it all？ You have given me more than health； you have made me feel all its worth〃
Women have an inimitable talent for giving utterance to strong feelings in colorless words； a woman's eloquence lies in tone and gesture； manner and glance。 Lord Grenville hid his face in his hands； for his tears filled his eyes。 This was Julie's first word of thanks since they left Paris a year ago。
For a whole year he had watched over the Marquise； putting his whole self into the task。 D'Aiglemont seconding him； he had taken her first to Aix； then to la Rochelle； to be near the sea。 From moment to moment he had watched the changes worked in Julie's shattered constitution by his wise and simple prescriptions。 He had cultivated her health as an enthusiastic gardener might cultivate a rare flower。 Yet； to all appearance； the Marquise had quietly accepted Arthur's skill and care with the egoism of a spoiled Parisienne； or like a courtesan who has no idea of the cost of things； nor of the worth of a man； and judges of both by their comparative usefulness to her。
The influence of places upon us is a fact worth remarking。 If melancholy comes over us by the margin of a great water； another indelible law of our nature so orders it that the mountains exercise a purifying influence upon our feelings； and among the hills passion gains in depth by all that it apparently loses in vivacity。 Perhaps it was the light of the wide country by the Loire； the height of the fair sloping hillside on which the lovers sat； that induced the calm bliss of the moment when the whole extent of the passion that lies beneath a few insignificant…sounding words is divined for the first time with a delicious sense of happiness。
Julie had scarcely spoken the words which had moved Lord Grenville so deeply； when a caressing breeze ruffled the