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of genius。 After having brought tears to the eyes of every one who cared for her； raking up painful recollections or enervating anxieties； she reached the lowest depths of her fatigue； and as there was always some fun in her； even in her /ennui/ in a kind of caged wild…beast's howl； which she called 〃the cry of the jackal in the desert；〃 and which used to make the good Crenmitz turn pale。
Poor Felicia！ That life of hers was indeed a frightful desert when art did not beguile it with its illusions； a desert mournful and flat； where everything was lost； reduced to one level； beneath the same monotonous immensity； the naive love of a child of twenty； a passionate duke's caprice； in which all was overwhelmed by an arid sand driven by blasting fates。 Paul was conscious of that void； desired to escape it； but something held him back； like a weight which unrolls a chain； and in spite of the calumnies he heard； and notwithstanding the odd whims of the strange creature； he dallied deliciously after her； at the price of bearing away with him from this long lover's contemplation only the despair of a believer reduced to the adoring of images alone。
The refuge lay down there； in that remote quarter of the town where the wind blew so hard； yet without preventing the flame from mounting white and straightit was the family circle presided over by Bonne Maman。 Oh！ she at least was not bored； she never uttered the cry of the 〃jackal in the desert。〃 Her life was far too full； the father to encourage； to sustain； the children to teach； all the material cares of a home where the mother's hand is wanting； those preoccupations that awake with the dawn and are put to sleep by the evening； unless indeed it bring them back in dream； one of those devotions； tireless but without apparent effort； very pleasant for poor human egotism； because they dispense from all gratitude and hardly make themselves felt； so light is their hand。 She was not the courageous daughter who works to support her parents； gives private lessons from morning to night； forgets in the excitement of a profession all the troubles of the household。 No； she had understood her task in a different sense； a sedentary bee restricting her cares to the hive； without once humming out of doors in the open air among the flowers。 A thousand functions： tailoress； milliner； mender of clothes； bookkeeper also for M。 Joyeuse； who； incapable of all responsibility； left to her the free disposal of their means； to be pianoforte…teacher； governess。
As it happens in families that have been in a good position； Aline； as the eldest daughter； had been educated at one of the best boarding… schools in Paris。 Elise had been with her there for two years； but the last two； born too late； and sent to small day…schools in the locality； had all their studies yet to complete； and this was no easy matter； the youngest laughing upon every occasion from sheer good health； warbling like a lark intoxicated with the delight of green corn； and flying away far out of sight of desk and exercises； while Mlle。 Henriette； ever haunted by her ideas of grandeur； her love of luxurious things； took to work hardly less unwillingly。 This young person of fifteen； to whom her father had transmitted something of his imaginative faculties； was already arranging her life in advance and declared formally that she should marry one of the nobility； and would never have more than three children： 〃A boy to inherit the name and two little girlsso as to be able to dress them alike。〃
〃Yes； that's right；〃 Bonne Maman would say； 〃you shall dress them alike。 In the meantime； let us attend to our participles a little。〃
But the one who caused the most concern was Elise； with her examination taken thrice without success； always failing in history and preparing herself anew； seized by a deep fear and a mistrust of herself which made her carry about with her everywhere and open every moment that unfortunate history of France； in the omnibus； in the street； even at the luncheon…table； she was already a grown girl and very pretty； and she no longer possessed that little mechanical memory of childhood wherein dates and events lodge themselves for the whole of one's life。 Beset by other preoccupations； the lesson was forgotten in an instant； despite the apparent application of the pupil； with her long lashes fringing her eyes； her curls sweeping over the pages； and her rosy mouth animated by a little quiver of attention； repeating ten times in succession： 〃Louis； surnamed le Hutin； 1314…1316； Philip V； surnamed the Long； 1316…1322。 Ah； Bonne Maman； it's no good； I shall never know them。〃 Whereupon Bonne Maman would come to her assistance； help her to concentrate her attention； to store up a few of those dates of the Middle Ages； barbarous and sharp as the helmets of the warriors of the period。 And in the intervals of these occupations； of this general and constant superintendence； she yet found time to do some pretty needlework； to extract from her work…basket some delicate crochet lace or a piece of tapestry on which she was engaged and to which she clung as closely as the young Elise to her history of France。 Even when she talked； her fingers never remained unoccupied for a moment。
〃Do you never take any rest？〃 said de Gery to her； as she counted under her breath the stitches of her tapestry； 〃three； four； five；〃 to secure the right variation in the shading of the colours。
〃But this is a rest from work；〃 she answered。 〃You men cannot understand how good needlework is for a woman's mind。 It gives order to the thoughts； fixes by a stitch the moment that passes what would otherwise pass with it。 And how many griefs are calmed； anxieties forgotten； thanks to this wholly physical act of attention； to this repetition of an even movement； in which one findsof necessity and very quicklythe equilibrium of one's whole being。 It does not hinder me from following the conversation around me； from listening to you still better than I should if I were doing something。 Three； four； five。〃
Oh； yes； she listened。 That was apparent in the animation of her face； in the way in which she would suddenly straighten herself as she sat； needle in air； the thread taut over her raised little finger。 Then she would quickly resume her work； sometimes after putting in a thoughtful word； which agreed generally with the opinions of friend Paul。
An affinity of nature； responsibilities and duties similar in character； drew these two young people together； interested each of them in the other's occupations。 She knew the names of his two brothers Pierre and Louis； his plans for their future when they should have left school。 Pierre wanted to be a sailor。 〃Oh； no； not a sailor；〃 Bonne Maman would say； 〃it will be much better for him to come to Paris with you。〃 And when he admitted that he was afraid of Paris for them； she laughed at his fears； called him provincial； full of affection for the city in which she had been born； in which she had grown to chaste young womanhood； and that gave her in return those vivacities； those natural refinements； that jesting good…humour which incline one to believe that Paris； with its rain； its fogs； its sky which is no sky； is the verita