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Balthazar　from　Monsieur　de　Wierzchownia；　then　in　Dresden　and　dying；　he

wrote；　from　wounds　received　in　one　of　the　late　engagements。　He

remembered　his　promise；　and　desired　to　bequeath　to　his　former　host

several　ideas　on　the　subject　of　the　Absolute；　which　had　come　to　him

since　the　period　of　their　meeting。　The　letter　plunged　Claes　into　a

reverie　which　apparently　did　honor　to　his　patriotism；　but　his　wife　was

not　misled　by　it。　To　her；　this　festal　day　brought　a　double　mourning：

and　the　ball；　during　which　the　House　of　Claes　shone　with　departing

lustre；　was　sombre　and　sad　in　spite　of　its　magnificence；　and　the　many

choice　treasures　gathered　by　the　hands　of　six　generations；　which　the

people　of　Douai　now　beheld　for　the　last　time。



Marguerite　Claes；　just　sixteen；　was　the　queen　of　the　day；　and　on　this

occasion　her　parents　presented　her　to　society。　She　attracted　all　eyes

by　the　extreme　simplicity　and　candor　of　her　air　and　manner；　and

especially　by　the　harmony　of　her　form　and　countenance　with　the

characteristics　of　her　home。　She　was　the　embodiment　of　the　Flemish

girl　whom　the　painters　of　that　country　loved　to　represent；the　head

perfectly　rounded　and　full；　chestnut　hair　parted　in　the　middle　and

laid　smoothly　on　the　brow；　gray　eyes　with　a　mixture　of　green；　handsome

arms；　natural　stoutness　which　did　not　detract　from　her　beauty；　a　timid

air；　and　yet；　on　the　high　square　brow　an　expression　of　firmness；

hidden　at　present　under　an　apparent　calmness　and　docility。　Without

being　sad　or　melancholy；　she　seemed　to　have　little　natural　enjoyment。

Reflectiveness；　order；　a　sense　of　duty；　the　three　chief　expressions　of

Flemish　nature；　were　the　characteristics　of　a　face　that　seemed　cold　at

first　sight；　but　to　which　the　eye　was　recalled　by　a　certain　grace　of

outline　and　a　placid　pride　which　seemed　the　pledges　of　domestic

happiness。　By　one　of　those　freaks　which　physiologists　have　not　yet

explained；　she　bore　no　likeness　to　either　father　or　mother；　but　was

the　living　image　of　her　maternal　great…grandmother；　a　Conyncks　of

Bruges；　whose　portrait；　religiously　preserved；　bore　witness　to　the

resemblance。



The　supper　gave　some　life　to　the　ball。　If　the　military　disasters

forbade　the　delights　of　dancing；　every　one　felt　that　they　need　not

exclude　the　pleasures　of　the　table。　The　true　patriots；　however；

retired　early；　only　the　more　indifferent　remained；　together　with　a　few

card　players　and　the　intimate　friends　of　the　family。　Little　by　little

the　brilliantly　lighted　house；　to　which　all　the　notabilities　of　Douai

had　flocked；　sank　into　silence；　and　by　one　o'clock　in　the　morning　the

great　gallery　was　deserted；　the　lights　were　extinguished　in　one　salon

after　another；　and　the　court…yard；　lately　so　bustling　and　brilliant；

grew　dark　and　gloomy；prophetic　image　of　the　future　that　lay　before

the　family。　When　the　Claes　returned　to　their　own　appartement；

Balthazar　gave　his　wife　the　letter　he　had　received　from　the　Polish

officer：　Josephine　returned　it　with　a　mournful　gesture；　she　foresaw

the　coming　doom。



From　that　day　forth；　Balthazar　made　no　attempt　to　disguise　the

weariness　and　the　depression　that　assailed　him。　In　the　mornings；　after

the　family　breakfast；　he　played　for　awhile　in　the　parlor　with　little

Jean；　and　talked　to　his　daughters；　who　were　busy　with　their　sewing；　or

embroidery　or　lace…work；　but　he　soon　wearied　of　the　play　and　of　the

talk；　and　seemed　at　last　to　get　through　with　them　as　a　duty。　When　his

wife　came　down　again　after　dressing；　she　always　found　him　sitting　in

an　easy…chair　looking　blankly　at　Marguerite　and　Felicie；　quite

undisturbed　by　the　rattle　of　their　bobbins。　When　the　newspaper　was

brought　in；　he　read　it　slowly　like　a　retired　merchant　at　a　loss　how　to

kill　the　time。　Then　he　would　get　up；　look　at　the　sky　through　the

window　panes；　go　back　to　his　chair　and　mend　the　fire　drearily；　as

though　he　were　deprived　of　all　consciousness　of　his　own　movements　by

the　tyranny　of　ideas。



Madame　Claes　keenly　regretted　her　defects　of　education　and　memory。　It

was　difficult　for　her　to　sustain　an　interesting　conversation　for　any

length　of　time；　perhaps　this　is　always　difficult　between　two　persons

who　have　said　everything　to　each　other；　and　are　forced　to　seek　for

subjects　of　interest　outside　the　life　of　the　heart；　or　the　life　of

material　existence。　The　life　of　the　heart　has　its　own　moments　of

expansion　which　need　some　stimulus　to　bring　them　forth；　discussions　of

material　life　cannot　long　occupy　superior　minds　accustomed　to　decide

promptly；　and　the　mere　gossip　of　society　is　intolerable　to　loving

natures。　Consequently；　two　isolated　beings　who　know　each　other

thoroughly　ought　to　seek　their　enjoyments　in　the　higher　regions　of

thought；　for　it　is　impossible　to　satisfy　with　paltry　things　the

immensity　of　the　relation　between　them。　Moreover；　when　a　man　has

accustomed　himself　to　deal　with　great　subjects；　he　becomes　unamusable；

unless　he　preserves　in　the　depths　of　his　heart　a　certain　guileless

simplicity　and　unconstraint　which　often　make　great　geniuses　such

charming　children；　but　the　childhood　of　the　heart　is　a　rare　human

phenomenon　among　those　whose　mission　it　is　to　see　all；　know　all；　and

comprehend　all。



During　these　first　months；　Madame　Claes　worked　her　way　through　this

critical　situation；　by　unwearying　efforts；　which　love　or　necessity

suggested　to　her。　She　tried　to　learn　backgammon；　which　she　had　never

been　able　to　play；　but　now；　from　an　impetus　easy　to　understand；　she

ended　by　mastering　it。　Then　she　interested　Balthazar　in　the　education

of　his　daughters；　and　asked　him　to　direct　their　studies。　All　such

resources　were；　however；　soon　exhausted。　There　came　a　time　when

Josephine's　relation　to　Balthazar　was　like　that　of　Madame　de　Maintenon

to　Louis　XIV。；　she　had　to　amuse　the　unamusable；　but　without　the　pomps

of　power　or　the　wiles　of　a　court　which　could　play　comedies　like　the

sham　embassies　from　the　King　of　Siam　and　the　Shah　of　Persia。　After

wasting　the　revenues　of　France；　Louis　XIV。；　no　longer　young　or

successful；　was　reduced　to　the　expedients　of　a　family　heir　to　raise

the　money　he　needed；　in　the　midst　of　his　grandeur　he　felt　his

impotence；　and　the　royal　nurse　who　had　rocked　the　cradles　of　his

children　was　often　at　her　wit's　end　to　rock　his；　or　soothe　the　monarch

now　suffering　from　his　misuse　of　men　and　things；　of　life　and　God。

Claes；　on　the　contrary；　suffered　from　too　much　power。　Stifling　in　the

clutch　of　a　single　thought；　he　dreamed　of　the　pomps　of　Science；　of

treasures　for　the　human　race；　of　glory　for　himself。　He　suffered　as

artists　suffer　in　the　grip　of　poverty；　as　Samson　suffered　beneath　the

pillars　of　the　temple。　The　result　was　the　same　for　the　two　sovereigns；

though　the　intellectual　monarch　was　crushed　by　his　inward　force；　the

other　by　his　weakness。



What　could　Pepita　do；　singly；　against　this　species　of　scientific

nostalgia？　After　employing　every　means　that　family　life　afforded　her；

she　called　society　to　the　rescue；　and　gave　two　〃cafes〃　every　week。

Cafes　at　Douai　took　the　place　of　teas。　A　cafe　was　an　assemblage　which；

during　a　whole　evening；　the　guests　sipped　the　delicious　wines　and

liqueurs　which　overflow　the　cellars　of　that　ever…blessed　land；　ate　the

Flemish　dainties　and　took　their　〃cafe　noir〃　or　their　〃cafe　au　lait

frappe；〃　while　the　women　sang　ballads；　discussed　each　other's

toilettes；　and　related　the　gossip　of　the　day。　It　was　a　living　picture

by　Mieris　or　Terburg；　without　the　pointed　gray　hats；　the　scarlet

plumes；　or　the　beautiful　costumes　of　the　sixteenth　century。　And　yet；

Balthazar's　efforts　to　play　the　part　of　host；　his　constrained

courtesy；　his　forced　animation；　left　him　the　next　day　in　a　state　of

languor　which　showed　but　too　plainly　the　depths　of　the　inward　ill。



These　continual　fetes；　weak　remedies　for　the　real　evil；　only　increased

it。　Like　branches　which　caught　him　as　he　rolled　down　the　precipice；

they　retarded　Claes's　fall；　but　in　the　end　he　fell　the　heavier。　Though

he　never　spoke　of　his　former　occupations；　never　showed　the　least

regret　for　the　promise　he　had　given　not　to　renew　his　researches；　he

grew　to　have　the　melancholy　motions；　the　feeble　voice；　the　depression

of　a　sick　person。　The　ennui　that　possessed　him　showed　at　times　in　the

very　manner　with　which　he　picked　up　the　tongs　and　built　fantastic

pyramids　in　the　fire　with　bits　of　coal；　utterly　unconscious　of　what　he

was　doing。　When　night　came　he　was　evidently　relieved；　sleep　no　doubt

released　him　from　the　importunities　of　thought：　the　next　day　he　rose

wearily　to　encounter　another　day；seeming　to　measure　time　as　the

tired　traveller　measures　the　desert　he　is　forced　to　cross。



If　Madame　Claes　knew　the　cause　of　this　languor　she　endeavored　not　to

see　the　extent　of　its　ravages。　Full　of　courage　against　the　sufferings

of　the　mind；　she　was　helpless　against　the　generous　impulses　of　the

heart。　She　dared　not　question　Balthazar　when　she　saw　him　listening　to

the　laughter　of　little　Jean　or　the　chatter　of　his　girls；　with　the　air

of　a　man