I Meet With a Flattering Reception From My Patron — Madame D’Urfe’s Infatuation — Madame X. C. V. And Her Family — Madame du Rumain

During my journey from the Hague to Paris, short as it was, I had plenty of opportunities for seeing that the mental qualities of my adopted son were by no means equal to his physical ones.

As I had said, the chief point which his mother had impressed on him was reserve, which she had instilled¹ into him out of regard for her own interests. My readers will understand what I mean, but the child, in following his mother’s instructions, had gone beyond the bounds of moderation; he possessed² reserve, it is true, but he was also full of dissimulation⁴, suspicion, and hypocrisy⁵ — a fine trio of deceit in one who was still a boy. He not only concealed⁶ what he knew, but he pretended to know that which he did not. His idea of the one quality necessary to success in life was an impenetrable reserve, and to obtain this he had accustomed himself to silence the dictates⁸ of his heart, and to say no word that had not been carefully weighed. Giving other people wrong impressions passed with him for discretion⁹, and his soul being incapable¹⁰ of a generous thought, he seemed likely to pass through life without knowing what friendship meant.

Knowing that Madame d’Urfe counted on the boy for the accomplishment¹¹ of her absurd hypostasis, and that the more mystery I made of his birth the more extravagant¹² would be her fancies about it, I told the lad that if I introduced him to a lady who questioned him by himself about his birth, he was to be

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