The Tyranny of a GirlI admire her beauty, but I fear her intelligence.
MERIMEEHad Julien devoted1 to the consideration of what went on in thedrawing-room the time which he spent in exaggerating Mathilde'sbeauty, or in lashing2 himself into a fury at the aloofness3 natural to herfamily, whom she was forgetting in his company, he would have understood in what her despotic power over everyone round about her consisted. Whenever anyone earned Mademoiselle de La Mole's displeasure,she knew how to punish him by a witticism4 so calculated, so wellchosen, apparently5 so harmless, so aptly launched, that the wound it leftdeepened the more he thought of it. In time she became deadly towounded vanity. As she attached no importance to many things thatwere the object of serious ambition with the rest of her family, she always appeared cool in their eyes. The drawing-rooms of the nobility arepleasant things to mention after one has left them, but that is all; bare politeness is something in itself only for the first few days. Julien experienced this; after the first enchantment6, the first bewilderment.
'Politeness,' he said to himself, 'is nothing more than the absence of theirritation which would come from bad manners.' Mathilde was frequently bored, perhaps she would have been bored in any circumstances. At such times to sharpen the point of an epigram was for her adistraction and a real pleasure.
It was perhaps in order to have victims slightly more amusing thanher distinguished7 relatives, the Academician and the five or six other inferiors who formed their court, that she had given grounds for hope tothe Marquis de Croisenois, the Comte de Caylus and two or three otheryoung men of the highest distinction. They were nothing more to herthan fresh subjects for epigram.
We confess with sorrow, for we are fond of Mathilde, that she had received letters from several of their number, and had occasionallyanswered them. We hasten to add that this character in our story formsan exception to the habits of the age. It is not, generally speaking, withwant of prudence8 that one can reproach the pupils of the noble Conventof the Sacre-Coeur.
One day the Marquis de Croisenois returned to Mathilde a distinctlycompromising letter which she had written him the day before. Hethought that by this sign of extreme prudence he was greatly strengthening his position. But imprudence was what Mathilde enjoyed in her correspondence. It was her chief pleasure to play with fire. She did notspeak to him again for six weeks.
She amused herself with the letters of these young men; but, accordingto her, they were all alike. It was always the most profound, the mostmelancholy passion.
'They are all the same perfect gentlemen, ready to set off for Palestine,'
she said to her cousin. 'Can you think of anything more insipid9? Thinkthat this is the sort of letter that I am going to receive for the rest of mylife! These letters can only change every twenty years, according to thekind of occupation that is in fashion. They must have been less colourlessin the days of the Empire. Then all these young men in society had seenor performed actions in which there was real greatness. The Due deN——, my uncle, fought at Wagram.'
'What intelligence is required to wield10 a sabre? And when that hashappened to them, they talk about it so often!' said Mademoiselle deSainte-Heredite, Mathilde's cousin.
'Oh, well, those stories amuse me. To have been in a real battle, one ofNapoleon's battles, in which ten thousand soldiers were killed, is a proofof courage. Exposing oneself to danger elevates the soul, and saves itfrom the boredom11 in which all my poor adorers seem to be plunged12; andit is contagious13, that boredom. Which of them ever dreams of doing anything out of the common? They seek to win my hand, a fine enterprise! Iam rich, and my father will help on his son-in-law. Oh, if only he couldfind one who was at all amusing!'
Mathilde's vivid, picturesque14 point of view affected15 her speech, as wecan see. Often something she said jarred on the refined nerves of herhighly polished friends. They would almost have admitted, had she beenless in the fashion, that there was something in her language a little toohighly coloured for feminine delicacy16.
She, on her part, was most unjust to the handsome men on horsebackwho throng17 the Bois de Boulogne. She looked towards the future, notwith terror, that would have been too strong a feeling, but with a disgustvery rare at her age.
What had she left to desire? Fortune, noble birth, wit, beauty, or so itwas said, and she believed, all had been heaped upon her by the hand ofchance.
Such were the thoughts of the most envied heiress of the FaubourgSaint-Germain, when she began to find pleasure in strolling with Julien.
She was amazed at his pride; she admired the cunning of this little plebeian18. 'He will manage to get himself made a Bishop19 like the abbeMaury,' she said to herself.
Presently the sincere and unfeigned resistance, with which our heroreceived a number of her ideas, began to occupy her mind; she thoughtabout him; she reported to her cousin the pettiest details of their conversations, and found that she could never succeed in displaying them inevery aspect.
Suddenly an idea dawned upon her: 'I have the good fortune to be inlove,' she told herself one day, with an indescribable transport of joy. 'Iam in love, I am in love, it is quite clear! At my age, a young girl, beautiful, clever, where can she find sensations, if not in love? I may do what Ilike, I shall never feel any love for Croisenois, Caylus, e tutti quanti. Theyare perfect, too perfect perhaps; in short, they bore me.'
She turned over in her mind all the descriptions of passion which shehad read in Manon Lescaut, the Nouvelle Heloise, the Letters of a PortugueseNun, and so forth20. There was no question, of course, of anything but agrand passion; mere21 fleeting22 affection was unworthy of a girl of her ageand birth. She bestowed24 the name of love only upon that heroic sentiment which was to be found in France in the days of Henri IV and Bassompierre. That love never basely succumbed25 to obstacles; far from it, itcaused great deeds to be done. 'What a misfortune for me that there isnot a real Court like that of Catherine de' Medici or Louis XIII! I feel thatI am equal to everything that is most daring and great. What should I notdo with a King who was a man of feeling, like Louis XII, sighing at myfeet! I should lead him to the Vendee, as Baron26 de Tolly is always saying,and from there he would reconquer his Kingdom; then no more talk of aCharter … and Julien would aid me. What is it that he lacks? A nameand a fortune. He would make a name for himself, he would acquire afortune.
'The Marquis de Croisenois lacks nothing, and all his life long he willbe merely a Duke, half Ultra, half Liberal, an undecided creature alwaysholding back from extremes, and consequently finding himself everywhere in the second rank.
'Where is the great action which is not an extreme at the moment inwhich one undertakes it? It is when it is accomplished27 that it seems possible to creatures of common clay. Yes, it is love with all its miracles thatis going to reign28 in my heart; I feel it by the fire that is animating29 me.
Heaven owed me this favour. Not in vain will it have heaped every advantage upon a single head. My happiness will be worthy23 of myself.
Each of my days will not coldly resemble the day before. There is alreadysomething grand and audacious in daring to love a man placed so far beneath me in social position. Let me see: will he continue to deserve me?
At the first sign of weakness that I observe in him, I abandon him. A girlof my birth, and with the chivalrous30 character which they are so kind asto attribute to me' (this was one of her father's sayings) 'ought not to behave like a fool.
'Is not that the part that I should be playing if I loved the Marquis deCroisenois? It would be simply a repetition of the happiness of my cousins, whom I despise so utterly31. I know beforehand everything that thepoor Marquis would say to me, all that I should have to say to him inreply. What is the use of a love that makes one yawn? One might as welltake to religion. I should have a scene at the signing of my marriage contract like my youngest cousin, with the noble relatives shedding tears,provided they were not made angry by a final condition inserted in thecontract the day before by the solicitor32 to the other party.'
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