The reason why we judge people better after a lapse1 of time is that, when we look at them from a distance, there is no confusion of detail. The main lines of their character stand out, relieved of the thousand little alterations2 and erasures which the scrupulous3 hand of truth is constantly making as it passes hither and thither4, now rubbing out, now redrawing, until at last the impression is no longer a very clear one.
From the day when I separated my life completely from the life of Rose, her character appeared to me distinctly; and at the same time, now that it was free to come down to its own level, it asserted itself in its turn. Until that moment, while I had been careful to put no pressure upon her, I had nevertheless been asking her to choose her tastes and occupations on a plane that was unsuitable for her.
Her moral outlook was good, true and not at all silly, but it was limited; and, in trying to make her
see life swiftly and from above, as though in a bird's-eye view, I had made it impossible for her to distinguish anything.
Her fault was that she had not been able to change, mine was that I had had too much faith in her possibilities. My optimism had wound itself around her immobility and fastened to it, even as ivy5 coils around a stone statue, without communicating to it the smallest portion of its sturdy and luxuriant little life.
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And now it is six months since we parted; and I am going to-day to see her for the first time in her new existence.
I look out of the window of the railway-carriage; and my mind calls up memories which glide6 past with the autumn fields. First comes the departure of Floris, wearied by the incomprehensible attitude of the girl. He went away shortly after our meeting, still philosophical7 and cheerful, in spite of his disappointment. And the part which he played in my experiment taught me something that guided my efforts into a fresh direction: if Rose's beauty was
to him sufficient compensation for her commonplace character, could not I also accept the girl as something out of which to weave romance and beauty? Does not everything lie in the mere8 fact of consent? Passive and silent, would she not become a rare object in my life, a precious stone?
"Woman blossoms into fullest flower by doing nothing," some one has said. "Women who do not work form the beauty of the world."
I took Rose to live with me and for weeks devoted9 myself exclusively to her appearance and her manners. I sought if possible to perfect the exterior10. It was all in vain. This beautiful creature was so totally ignorant of what beauty meant that she was constantly deforming11 herself; and I at last gave up the struggle.
Sadly I remember the last pulsation12 of my will. It happened in the silence of my heart; and life went on for a little while longer. Would it not have been hateful to send Rose away, as one dismisses a servant? And what act, what fault had she committed to deserve such treatment? When it would have been so sweet to me to give her everything, for no reason at all, how could I find a solid reason for taking everything from her?
So I said nothing to her; we had none of those horrible explanations which set bristling13 spikes14 on the barriers—inevitable barriers, alas15!—which dissimilarities in taste or character raise between people. There are certain persons who cannot bear to make any change without a preliminary explanation. They seem to carry a sort of map in their heads: on the far side of the frontier that borders the friendly territory lies the enemy; and it needs but a word, a gesture, a difference of opinion for you to find yourself in exile. Alas, have we not enough with all the limits, demarcations, laws and judgments16 that are perhaps necessary to the world at large? And must we lay upon ourselves still others in the intimate relations of life?
I had no right to set myself up as a judge and I could not have pronounced sentence. I waited. And, my will being no longer in the way, circumstances gradually led my companion to her true destiny better than I could have done.
She was bored. She was not really made to be a purely17 decorative18 object. In spite of her trailing silk or velvet19 dresses, twenty times a day I would find her in the larder20, with a loaf under her arm and a knife in her hand, contentedly21 buttering thick
slices of bread, which she would eat slowly in huge mouthfuls, looking straight before her as she did so.
She was bored; and I was powerless to cure this unfamiliar22 ill. I looked out some work for her in my busy life. She wrote letters, kept my accounts, hemmed23 the maids' aprons24. Soon she was running the errands. One day she answered the front-door.
I still remember that moment when she came and told me, in her pretty, gentle way, that there was some one to see me in the drawing-room. I do not know why, but that insignificant25 incident suddenly revealed the truth to me. I was ashamed of myself and turned away my head so that she should not see me blush. Poor child, she was unconsciously lowering herself more and more daily. She was becoming my property. I was making use of her.
Without saying anything, I at once began to search for something for her. I hesitated between first one thing and then another; but at last chance came to my aid. Country-bred as she was, the girl was losing her colour in the Paris air; she was ordered to leave town. She knew a family at Neufchatel, in Normandy, who were willing to take her as a boarder for a few weeks. She went and did not come back.
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What did she do there, how did she spend her time? She wrote to me before long that she was quite happy, that she was earning her livelihood26 without difficulty. There was a little linen-draper's shop, it seemed, kept by an old maid, who, having no relations of her own, had taken Rose to assist her at first and perhaps to succeed her in time.
I was not at all surprised. For that matter, when we follow the natural evolution of things, their conclusion comes so softly that we hardly notice it. It is the descent which we are approaching: it becomes less steep at every step and, when we reach it, it is only a faint depression in the ground.
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Strange temperament27! The more I think of it, the more it appears to me as an instance of the dangers of virtue28, or at least of what we understand by the word. Does it not look as though, in the charts of our characters, the virtues29 are the ultimate goals which can be reached only by the way of our faults? Each virtue stands like a golden statue in the centre
of a cross-roads. We can hardly know every side of it unless we have beheld30 it from the various paths that lead to it. It shines in a different manner at the end of each road.
Rose never became conscious of her good qualities, because she possessed31 them too naturally; and she remained poor in the midst of all the riches which she was unable to discern.
Oh, if only she had been less wise and had had that ardour, that flame which feeds on all that is thrown upon it to extinguish it; if she had had that inordinate32 prodigality33 which teaches us by making us commit a thousand acts of folly34; if, in short, she had had faults, vices35, impulses of curiosity, how different her fate would have been! The equilibrium36 of a person's character may be compared with that of a pair of scales; and it is safe to say that, by weighing more heavily upon one of these, our defects raise our good qualities to their highest level.
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But every minute is now bringing me nearer to this life which I am at last to know; and I gaze absent-mindedly at the Bray37 country, that lovely
country red with the gold of autumn. By force of habit, my nerves spell out a few sensations which my thoughts do not put into words. My heart is beating. Now, with no idea or purpose in my mind, I am speeding with a full heart towards the girl who was at least the inspiration of a splendid hope and above all an incentive38 to action.
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