at
a distance."

"So that when you see him take his ostracism coolly, your self-love as a
woman will not be piqued."

"Certainly not; that is precisely the result I desire."

"And if you find, on the contrary, that he complains of you, or if
he does not complain, that he suffers from your treatment, will your
conscience tell you absolutely nothing?"

"It will tell me that I am doing right, and that I could not do
otherwise."

"And if success attends him and fame with its hundred voices talks of
him, how will you think of him?"

"As I think of Monsieur Thiers and Monsieur Berryer."

"And Nais, who adores him and will probably say, the first time he dines
with you, 'Ah! mamma, how well he talks!'--"

"If you are going to argue on the chatter of a child--"

"And Monsieur de l'Estorade, who already irritates you? He is beginning
to-day to sacrifice him to the spirit of party; shall you silence
him every time he makes some malevolent insinuation about Monsieur de
Sallenauve, and denies his honor and his talent?--you know the judgment
people make on those who do not think as we do."

"In short," said Madame de l'Estorade, "you are trying to make me admit
that the surest way to think of a person is to put him out of sight."

"Listen to me, my dear," said Madame de Camps, with a slight touch of
gravity. "I have read and re-read your letters. You were there your
own self, more natural and less quibbling than you are now, and an
impression has remained upon my mind: it is that Monsieur de Sallenauve
has touched your heart, though he may not have entered it."

Madame de l'Estorade made a gesture of denial, but the confessor went
on:--

"I know that idea provokes you; you can't very well admit to me what you
have studiously denied to yourself. But what is, is. We don't say of
a man, 'A sort of magnetism issues from him, one feels his eye without
meeting it'; we don't cry out, 'I am invulnerable on the side of love,'
without having had some prickings of it."

"But so many things have happened since I wrote that nonsense."

"True, he was only a sculptor then, and before long he may be a
minister,--not like Monsieur de Rastignac, but like our great poet,
Canalis."

"I like sermons with definite deductions," said Madame de l'Estorade,
with a touch of impatience.

"That is what Vergniaud said to Robespierre on the 31st of May, and I
reply, with Robespierre, Yes, I'll draw my conclusion; and it is
against your sel