e; I watched; I made the children love me; I tried to identify
myself with the family.

Little by little the count restrained himself less in my presence. I
came to know his sudden outbreaks of temper, his deep and ceaseless
melancholy, his flashes of brutality, his bitter, cutting complaints,
his cold hatreds, his impulses of latent madness, his childish moans,
his cries of a man's despair, his unexpected fury. The moral nature
differs from the physical nature inasmuch as nothing is absolute in it.
The force of effects is in direct proportion to the characters or the
ideas which are grouped around some fact. My position at Clochegourde,
my future life, depended on this one eccentric will.

I cannot describe to you the distress that filled my soul (as quick in
those days to expand as to contract), whenever I entered Clochegourde,
and asked myself, "How will he receive me?" With what anxiety of heart
I saw the clouds collecting on that stormy brow. I lived in a perpetual
"qui-vive." I fell under the dominion of that man; and the sufferings I
endured taught me to understand those of Madame de Mortsauf. We began
by exchanging looks of comprehension; tried by the same fire, how many
discoveries I made during those first forty days!--of actual bitterness,
of tacit joys, of hopes alternately submerged and buoyant. One evening I
found her pensively watching a sunset which reddened the summits with so
ravishing a glow that it was impossible not to listen to that voice of
the eternal Song of Songs by which Nature herself bids all her creatures
love. Did the lost illusions of her girlhood return to her? Did
the woman suffer from an inward comparison? I fancied I perceived a
desolation in her attitude that was favorable to my first appeal, and I
said, "Some days are hard to bear."

"You read my soul," she answered; "but how have you done so?"

"We touch at many points," I replied. "Surely we belong to the small
number of human beings born to the highest joys and the deepest sorrows;
whose feeling qualities vibrate in unison and echo each other inwardly;
whose sensitive natures are in harmony with the principle of things.
Put such beings among surroundings where all is discord and they suffer
horribly, just as their happiness mounts to exaltation when they meet
ideas, or feelings, or other beings who are congenial to them. But
there is still a third condition, where sorrows are known only to souls
affected by the same distress;