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  Felix de Vandenesse。



  Dear Count;You received a letter from poor Madame de Mortsauf;

  which; you say; was of use in guiding you through the world;a

  letter to which you owe your distinguished career。 Permit me to

  finish your education。



  Give up; I beg of you; a really dreadful habit; do not imitate

  certain widows who talk of their first husband and throw the

  virtues of the deceased in the face of their second。 I am a

  Frenchwoman; dear count; I wish to marry the whole of the man I

  love; and I really cannot marry Madame de Mortsauf too。 Having

  read your tale with all the attention it deserves;and you know

  the interest I feel in you;it seems to me that you must have

  wearied Lady Dudley with the perfections of Madame de Mortsauf;

  and done great harm to the countess by overwhelming her with the

  experiences of your English love。 Also you have failed in tact to

  me; poor creature without other merit than that of pleasing you;

  you have given me to understand that I cannot love as Henriette or

  Arabella loved you。 I acknowledge my imperfections; I know them;

  but why so roughly make me feel them?



  Shall I tell you whom I pity?the fourth woman whom you love。 She

  will be forced to struggle against three others。 Therefore; in

  your interests as well as in hers; I must warn you against the

  dangers of your tale。 For myself; I renounce the laborious glory

  of loving you;it needs too many virtues; Catholic or Anglican;

  and I have no fancy for rivalling phantoms。 The virtues of the

  virgin of Clochegourde would dishearten any woman; however sure of

  herself she might be; and your intrepid English amazon discourages

  even a wish for that sort of happiness。 No matter what a poor

  woman may do; she can never hope to give you the joys she will

  aspire to give。 Neither heart nor senses can triumph against these

  memories of yours。 I own that I have never been able to warm the

  sunshine chilled for you by the death of your sainted Henriette。 I

  have felt you shuddering beside me。



  My friend;for you will always be my friend;never make such

  confidences again; they lay bare your disillusions; they

  discourage love; and compel a woman to feel doubtful of herself。

  Love; dear count; can only live on trustfulness。 The woman who

  before she says a word or mounts her horse; must ask herself

  whether a celestial Henriette might not have spoken better;

  whether a rider like Arabella was not more graceful; that woman

  you may be very sure; will tremble in all her members。 You

  certainly have given me a desire to receive a few of those

  intoxicating bouquetsbut you say you will make no more。 There

  are many other things you dare no longer do; thoughts and

  enjoyments you can never reawaken。 No woman; and you ought to know

  this; will be willing to elbow in your heart the phantom whom you

  hold there。



  You ask me to love you out of Christian charity。 I could do much;

  I candidly admit; for charity; in fact I could do allexcept

  love。 You are sometimes wearisome and wearied; you call your

  dulness melancholy。 Very good;so be it; but all the same it is

  intolerable; and causes much cruel anxiety to one who loves you。 I

  have often found the grave of that saint between us。 I have

  searched my own heart; I know myself; and I own I do not wish to

  die as she did。 If you tired out Lady Dudley; who is a very

  distinguished woman; I; who have not her passionate desires;

  should; I fear; turn coldly against you even sooner than she did。

  Come; let us suppress love between us; inasmuch as you can find

  happiness only with the dead; and let us be merely friendsI wish

  it。



  Ah! my dear count; what a history you have told me! At your

  entrance into life you found an adorable woman; a perfect

  mistress; who thought of your future; made you a peer; loved you

  to distraction; only asked that you would be faithful to her; and

  you killed her! I know nothing more monstrous。 Among all the

  passionate and unfortunate young men who haunt the streets of

  Paris; I doubt if there is one who would not stay virtuous ten

  years to obtain one half of the favors you did not know how to

  value! When a man is loved like that how can he ask more? Poor

  woman! she suffered indeed; and after you have written a few

  sentimental phrases you think you have balanced your account with

  her coffin。 Such; no doubt; is the end that awaits my tenderness

  for you。 Thank you; dear count; I will have no rival on either

  side of the grave。 When a man has such a crime upon his

  conscience; at least he ought not to tell of it。 I made you an

  imprudent request; but I was true to my woman's part as a daughter

  of Eve;it was your part to estimate the effect of the answer。

  You ought to have deceived me; later I should have thanked you。 Is

  it possible that you have never understood the special virtue of

  lovers? Can you not feel how generous they are in swearing that

  they have never loved before; and love at last for the first time?



  No; your programme cannot be carried out。 To attempt to be both

  Madame de Mortsauf and Lady Dudley;why; my dear friend; it would

  be trying to unite fire and water within me! Is it possible that

  you don't know women? Believe me; they are what they are; and they

  have therefore the defects of their virtues。 You met Lady Dudley

  too early in life to appreciate her; and the harm you say of her

  seems to me the revenge of your wounded vanity。 You understood

  Madame de Mortsauf too late; you punished one for not being the

  other;what would happen to me if I were neither the one nor the

  other? I love you enough to have thought deeply about your future;

  in fact; I really care for you a great deal。 Your air of the

  Knight of the Sad Countenance has always deeply interested me; I

  believed in the constancy of melancholy men; but I little thought

  that you had killed the loveliest and the most virtuous of women

  at the opening of your life。



  Well; I ask myself; what remains for you to do? I have thought it

  over carefully。 I think; my friend; that you will have to marry a

  Mrs。 Shandy; who will know nothing of love or of passion; and will

  not trouble herself about Madame de Mortsauf or Lady Dudley; who

  will be wholly indifferent to those moments of ennui which you

  call melancholy; during which you are as lively as a rainy day;a

  wife who will be to you; in short; the excellent sister of charity

  whom you are seeking。 But as for loving; quivering at a word;

  anticipating happiness; giving it; receiving it; experiencing all

  the tempests of passion; cherishing the little weaknesses of a

  beloved womanmy dear count; renounce it all! You have followed

  the advice of your good angel about young women too closely; you

  have avoided them so carefully that now you know nothing about

  them。 Madame de Mortsauf was right to place you high in life at

  the start; otherwise all women would have been against you; and

  you never would have risen in society。



  It is too late now to begin your training over again; too late to

  learn to tell us what we long to hear; to be superior to us at the

  right moment; or to worship our pettiness when it pleases us to be

  petty。 We are not so silly as you think us。 When we love we place

  the man of our choice above all else。 Whatever shakes our faith in

  our supremacy shakes our love。 In flattering us men flatter

  themselves。 If you intend to remain in society; to enjoy an

  intercourse with women; you must carefully conceal from them all

  that you have told me; they will not be willing to sow the flowers

  of their love upon the rocks or lavish their caresses to soothe a

  sickened spirit。 Women will discover the barrenness of your heart

  and you will be ever more and more unhappy。 Few among them would

  be frank enough to tell you what I have told you; or sufficiently

  good…natured to leave you without rancor; offering their

  friendship; like the woman who now subscribes herself



Your devoted friend;



Natalie de Manerville。









ADDENDUM



The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy。



Birotteau; Abbe Francois

  Cesar Birotteau

  The Vicar of Tours



Blamont…Chauvry; Princesse de

  The Thirteen

  Madame Firmiani



Brandon; Lady Marie Augusta

  The Member for Arcis

  La Grenadiere



Chessel; Madame de

  The Government Clerks



Dudley; Lord

  The Thirteen

  A Man of Business

  Another Study of Woman

  A Daughter of Eve



Dudley; Lady Arabella

  The Ball at Sceaux

  The Magic Skin

  The Secrets of a Princess

  A Daughter of Eve

  Letters of Two Brides



Givry

  Letters of Two Brides

  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life



Lenoncourt; Duc de

  Cesar Birotteau

  Jealousies of a Country To

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