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of arms； you must； to be consistent； leave the garrets at the tops of
the houses； and the grisettes in the streets； abandon garrets；
grisettes； umbrellas； and overshoes to men who pay for their dinners
with tickets； and you must also comprehend Love to be a principle
which develops in all its grace only on Savonnerie carpets； beneath
the opal gleams of an alabaster lamp； between guarded walls silk…hung；
before gilded hearths in chambers deadened to all outward sounds by
shutters and billowy curtains。 Mirrors must be there to show the play
of form and repeat the woman we would multiply as love itself
multiplies and magnifies her； next low divans； and a bed which； like a
secret； is divined； not shown。 In this coquettish chamber are fur…
lined slippers for pretty feet； wax…candles under glass with muslin
draperies； by which to read at all hours of the night； and flowers；
not those oppressive to the head； and linen； the fineness of which
might have satisfied Anne of Austria。
Madame Jules had realized this charming programme； but that was
nothing。 All women of taste can do as much； though there is always in
the arrangement of these details a stamp of personality which gives to
this decoration or that detail a character that cannot be imitated。
To…day； more than ever； reigns the fanaticism of individuality。 The
more our laws tend to an impossible equality； the more we shall get
away from it in our manners and customs。 Thus； rich people are
beginning； in France； to become more exclusive in their tastes and
their belongings； than they have been for the last thirty years。
Madame Jules knew very well how to carry out this programme； and
everything about her was arranged in harmony with a luxury that suits
so well with love。 Love in a cottage； or 〃Fifteen hundred francs and
my Sophy；〃 is the dream of starvelings to whom black bread suffices in
their present state； but when love really comes； they grow fastidious
and end by craving the luxuries of gastronomy。 Love holds toil and
poverty in horror。 It would rather die than merely live on from hand
to mouth。
Many women； returning from a ball； impatient for their beds； throw off
their gowns； their faded flowers； their bouquets； the fragrance of
which has now departed。 They leave their little shoes beneath a chair；
the white strings trailing； they take out their combs and let their
hair roll down as it will。 Little they care if their husbands see the
puffs； the hairpins； the artful props which supported the elegant
edifices of the hair； and the garlands or the jewels that adorned it。
No more mysteries！ all is over for the husband； no more painting or
decoration for him。 The corsethalf the time it is a corset of a
reparative kindlies where it is thrown； if the maid is too sleepy to
take it away with her。 The whalebone bustle； the oiled…silk
protections round the sleeves； the pads； the hair bought from a
coiffeur； all the false woman is there； scattered about in open sight。
/Disjecta membra poetae/； the artificial poesy； so much admired by
those for whom it is conceived and elaborated； the fragments of a
pretty woman； litter every corner of the room。 To the love of a
yawning husband； the actual presents herself； also yawning； in a
dishabille without elegance； and a tumbled night…cap； that of last
night and that of to…morrow night also；〃For really； monsieur； if you
want a pretty cap to rumple every night； increase my pin…money。〃
There's life as it is！ A woman makes herself old and unpleasing to her
husband； but dainty and elegant and adorned for others； for the rival
of all husbands；for that world which calumniates and tears to shreds
her sex。
Inspired by true love； for Love has； like other creations； its
instinct of preservation； Madame Jules did very differently； she found
in the constant blessing of her love the necessary impulse to fulfil
all those minute personal cares which ought never to be relaxed；
because they perpetuate love。 Besides； such personal cares and duties
proceed from a personal dignity which becomes all women； and are among
the sweetest of flatteries； for is it not respecting in themselves the
man they love？
So Madame Jules denied to her husband all access to her dressing…room；
where she left the accessories of her toilet； and whence she issued
mysteriously adorned for the mysterious fetes of her heart。 Entering
their chamber； which was always graceful and elegant； Jules found a
woman coquettishly wrapped in a charming /peignoir/； her hair simply
wound in heavy coils around her head； a woman always more simple； more
beautiful there than she was before the world； a woman just refreshed
in water； whose only artifice consisted in being whiter than her
muslins； sweeter than all perfumes； more seductive than any siren；
always loving and therefore always loved。 This admirable understanding
of a wife's business was the secret of Josephine's charm for Napoleon；
as in former times it was that of Caesonia for Caius Caligula； of
Diane de Poitiers for Henri II。 If it was largely productive to women
of seven or eight lustres what a weapon is it in the hands of young
women！ A husband gathers with delight the rewards of his fidelity。
Returning home after the conversation which had chilled her with fear；
and still gave her the keenest anxiety； Madame Jules took particular
pains with her toilet for the night。 She wanted to make herself； and
she did make herself enchanting。 She belted the cambric of her
dressing…gown round her waist； defining the lines of her bust； she
allowed her hair to fall upon her beautifully modelled shoulders。 A
perfumed bath had given her a delightful fragrance； and her little
bare feet were in velvet slippers。 Strong in a sense of her advantages
she came in stepping softly； and put her hands over her husband's
eyes。 She thought him pensive； he was standing in his dressing…gown
before the fire； his elbow on the mantel and one foot on the fender。
She said in his ear； warming it with her breath； and nibbling the tip
of it with her teeth：
〃What are you thinking about； monsieur？〃
Then she pressed him in her arms as if to tear him away from all evil
thoughts。 The woman who loves has a full knowledge of her power； the
more virtuous she is； the more effectual her coquetry。
〃About you；〃 he answered。
〃Only about me？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Ah！ that's a very doubtful 'yes。'〃
They went to bed。 As she fell asleep； Madame Jules said to herself：
〃Monsieur de Maulincour will certainly cause some evil。 Jules' mind is
preoccupied； disturbed； he is nursing thoughts he does not tell me。〃
It was three in the morning when Madame Jules was awakened by a
presentiment which struck her heart as she slept。 She had a sense both
physical and moral of her husband's absence。 She did not feel the arm
Jules passed beneath her head；that arm in which she had slept；
peacefully and happy； for five years； an arm she had never wearied。 A
voice said to her； 〃Jules suffers； Jules is weeping。〃 She raised her
head； and then sat up； felt that her husband's place was cold； and saw
him sitting before the fire； his feet on the fender； his head resting
against the back of an arm…chair。 Tears were on his cheeks。 The poor
woman threw herself hastily from her bed and sprang at a bound to her
husband's knees。
〃Jules！ what is it？ Are you ill？ Speak； tell me！ Speak to me； if you
love me！〃 and she poured out a hundred words expressing the deepest
tenderness。
Jules knelt at her feet； kissed her hands and knees； and answered with
fresh tears：
〃Dear Clemence； I am most unhappy！ It is not loving to distrust the
one we love。 I adore you and suspect you。 The words that man said to
me to…night have struck to my heart； they stay there in spite of
myself； and confound me。 There is some mystery here。 In short； and I
blush to say it； your explanations do not satisfy me。 My reason casts
gleams into my soul which my love rejects。 It is an awful combat。
Could I stay there； holding your head； and suspecting thoughts within
it to me unknown？ Oh！ I believe in you； I believe in you！〃 he cried；
seeing her smile sadly and open her mouth as if to speak。 〃Say
nothing； do not reproach me。 Besides； could y