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〃And why should I be forbidden to love him？〃 asked Julie； with lively curiosity in her face。
〃Ah； my Julie； you would not understand me；〃 sighed the father。
〃Tell me； all the same；〃 said Julie； with an involuntary petulant gesture。
〃Very well； child； listen to me。 Girls are apt to imagine noble and enchanting and totally imaginary figures in their own minds； they have fanciful extravagant ideas about men； and sentiment； and life； and then they innocently endow somebody or other with all the perfections of their day…dreams； and put their trust in him。 They fall in love with this imaginary creature in the man of their choice； and then； when it is too late to escape from their fate； behold their first idol； the illusion made fair with their fancies； turns to an odious skeleton。 Julie； I would rather have you fall in love with an old man than with the Colonel。 Ah！ if you could but see things from the standpoint of ten years hence； you would admit that my old experience was right。 I know what Victor is； that gaiety of his is simply animal spiritsthe gaiety of the barracks。 He has no ability； and he is a spendthrift。 He is one of those men whom Heaven created to eat and digest four meals a day； to sleep； to fall in love with the first woman that comes to hand； and to fight。 He does not understand life。 His kind heart； for he has a kind heart； will perhaps lead him to give his purse to a sufferer or to a comrade； /but/ he is careless； he has not the delicacy of heart which makes us slaves to a woman's happiness； he is ignorant； he is selfish。 There are plenty of /buts/〃
〃But； father； he must surely be clever； he must have ability； or he would not be a colonel〃
〃My dear； Victor will be a colonel all his life。I have seen no one who appears to me to be worthy of you；〃 the old father added； with a kind of enthusiasm。
He paused an instant； looked at his daughter； and added； 〃Why； my poor Julie； you are still too young； too fragile； too delicate for the cares and rubs of married life。 D'Aiglemont's relations have spoiled him； just as your mother and I have spoiled you。 What hope is there that you two could agree； with two imperious wills diametrically opposed to each other？ You will be either the tyrant or the victim； and either alternative means； for a wife； an equal sum of misfortune。 But you are modest and sweet…natured； you would yield from the first。 In short；〃 he added； in a quivering voice； 〃there is a grace of feeling in you which would never be valued； and then〃 he broke off； for the tears overcame him。
〃Victor will give you pain through all the girlish qualities of your young nature；〃 he went on； after a pause。 〃I know what soldiers are； my Julie； I have been in the army。 In a man of that kind； love very seldom gets the better of old habits； due partly to the miseries amid which soldiers live； partly to the risks they run in a life of adventure。〃
〃Then you mean to cross my inclinations； do you； father？〃 asked Julie； half in earnest； half in jest。 〃Am I to marry to please you and not to please myself？〃
〃To please me！〃 cried her father； with a start of surprise。 〃To please /me/； child？ when you will not hear the voice that upbraids you so tenderly very much longer！ But I have always heard children impute personal motives for the sacrifices that their parents make for them。 Marry Victor； my Julie！ Some day you will bitterly deplore his ineptitude； his thriftless ways； his selfishness； his lack of delicacy； his inability to understand love； and countless troubles arising through him。 Then； remember； that here under these trees your old father's prophetic voice sounded in your ears in vain。〃
He said no more； he had detected a rebellious shake of the head on his daughter's part。 Both made several paces towards the carriage which was waiting for them at the grating。 During that interval of silence； the young girl stole a glance at her father's face； and little by little her sullen brow cleared。 The intense pain visible on his bowed forehead made a lively impression upon her。
〃Father；〃 she began in gentle tremulous tones； 〃I promise to say no more about Victor until you have overcome your prejudices against him。〃
The old man looked at her in amazement。 Two tears which filled his eyes overflowed down his withered cheeks。 He could not take Julie in his arms in that crowded place； but he pressed her hand tenderly。 A few minutes later when they had taken their places in the cabriolet； all the anxious thought which had gathered about his brow had completely disappeared。 Julie's pensive attitude gave him far less concern than the innocent joy which had betrayed her secret during the review。
Nearly a year had passed since the Emperor's last review。 In early March 1814 a caleche was rolling along the highroad from Amboise to Tours。 As the carriage came out from beneath the green…roofed aisle of walnut trees by the post…house of la Frilliere； the horses dashed forward with such speed that in a moment they gained the bridge built across the Cise at the point of its confluence with the Loire。 There； however； they come to a sudden stand。 One of the traces had given way in consequence of the furious pace at which the post…boy； obedient to his orders； had urged on four horses； the most vigorous of their breed。 Chance； therefore； gave the two recently awakened occupants of the carriage an opportunity of seeing one of the most lovely landscapes along the enchanting banks of the Loire； and that at their full leisure。
At a glance the travelers could see to the right the whole winding course of the Cise meandering like a silver snake among the meadows； where the grass had taken the deep； bright green of early spring。 To the left lay the Loire in all its glory。 A chill morning breeze； ruffling the surface of the stately river； had fretted the broad sheets of water far and wide into a network of ripples； which caught the gleams of the sun； so that the green islets here and there in its course shone like gems set in a gold necklace。 On the opposite bank the fair rich meadows of Touraine stretched away as far as the eye could see； the low hills of the Cher； the only limits to the view； lay on the far horizon； a luminous line against the clear blue sky。 Tours itself； framed by the trees on the islands in a setting of spring leaves； seemed to rise like Venice out of the waters； and her old cathedral towers soaring in air were blended with the pale fantastic cloud shapes in the sky。
Over the side of the bridge； where the carriage had come to a stand； the traveler looks along a line of cliffs stretching as far as Tours。 Nature in some freakish mood must have raised these barriers of rock； undermined incessantly by the rippling Loire at their feet； for a perpetual wonder for spectators。 The village of Vouvray nestles； as it were； among the clefts and crannies of the crags； which begin to describe a bend at the junction of the Loire and Cise。 A whole population of vine…dressers lives； in fact； in appalling insecurity in holes in their jagged sides for the whole way between Vouvray and Tours。 In some places there are three tiers of dwellings hollowed out； one above the other； in the rock； each row communicating with the next by dizzy staircases cut likewise in the face of the cliff。 A little girl in a short red petticoat runs out into her garden on the roof of another dwelling； you can watch a wreath of hearth…smoke curling up among the shoots and trails of the vines。 Men are at work in their almost perpendicular patches of ground； an old woman sits tranquilly spinning under a blossoming almond tree on a crumbling mass of rock； and smiles down on the dismay of the travelers far below her feet。 The cracks in the ground trouble her as little as the precarious state of the old wall； a pendant mass of loose stones； only kept in position by the crooked stems of its ivy mantle。 The sound of coopers' mallets rings through the skyey caves； for here； where Nature stints human industry of soil； the soil is everywhere tilled； and everywhere fertile。
No view along the whole course of the Loire can compare with the rich landscape of Touraine； here outspread beneath the traveler's eyes。 The triple picture； thus barely sketched in outli