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h incline one to believe that Paris； with its rain； its fogs； its sky which is no sky； is the veritable fatherland of woman； whose nerves it heals gently and whose qualities of intelligence and patience it develops。
Each day Paul de Gery came to appreciate Mlle。 Aline betterhe was the only person in the house who so called herand； strange circumstance； it was Felicia who completed the cementing of their intimacy。 What relations could there exist between the artist's daughter； moving in the highest spheres； and this little middle…class girl buried in the depths of a suburb？ Relations of childhood and of friendship； common recollections； the great court…yard of the Institution Belin； where they had played together for three years。 Paris is full of these juxtapositions。 A name uttered by chance in the course of a conversation brought out suddenly the bewildered question：
〃You know her then？〃
〃Do I know Felicia？ Why； our desks were next each other in the first form。 We had the same garden。 Such a nice girl； and so handsome and clever！〃
And； observing the pleasure with which she was listened to； Aline used to recall the times which already formed a past for her； seductive and melancholy like all pasts。 She was very much alone in life； the little Felicia。 On Thursdays； when the visitors' names were called out in the parlour； there was no one for her； except from time to time a good but rather absurd lady； formerly a dancer； it was said； whom Felicia called the Fairy。 In the same way she used to have pet names for all the people she cared for and whom she transformed in her imaginations。 In the holidays they used to see each other。 Mme。 Joyeuse； while she refused to allow Aline to visit the studio of M。 Ruys； used to invite Felicia over for whole days； very short days they seemed； minglings of study； music； dual dreams； young intimate conversations。 〃Oh； when she used to talk to me of her art； with that enthusiasm which she put into everything； how delighted I was to listen to her！ How many things I have understood through her； of which I should never have had any idea。 Even now when we go to the Louvre with papa； or to the exhibition of the 1st of May； that special feeling I have about a beautiful piece of sculpture； a good picture； carries me back immediately to Felicia。 In my early girlhood she represented art to me； and it corresponded with her beauty。 Her nature was a little vague； but so kind； I always felt she was something superior to myself； that bore me to great heights without frightening me。 Suddenly she stopped coming to see me。 I wrote to her； no reply。 Later on； fame came to her； to me great sorrows； absorbing duties。 And of all that friendship； which was very deep； however； since I cannot speak of it without'three； four； five'nothing now remains except old memories like dead ashes。〃
Bending over her work； the brave girl made haste to count her stitches； to imprison her regret in the capricious designs of her tapestry； while de Gery； moved as he heard the testimony of those pure lips against the calumnies of rejected young dandies or of jealous comrades； felt himself raised； restored to the proud dignity of his love。 This sensation was so sweet to him that he returned in search of it very often； not only on the evenings of the lessons； but on other evenings； too； and almost forgot to go to see Felicia for the pleasure of hearing Aline talk about her。
One evening； as he was leaving the Joyeuses' home； Paul met the neighbour； M。 Andre； on the landing； who was waiting for him and took his arm feverishly。
〃Monsieur de Gery；〃 he said in a trembling voice； with eyes that glittered behind their spectacles； the one feature of his face that was visible in the darkness。 〃I have an explanation to ask from you。 Will you come up to my rooms for a moment？〃
There had only been between this young man and himself the banal relations of two persons accustomed to frequent the same house； whom no tie unites； who seem ever separated by a certain antipathy of nature； of manner of life。 What explanation could there be called for between them？ He followed him with much perplexed curiosity。
The aspect of the little studio； chilly under its top…light； the empty fireplace； the wind blowing as though they were out of doors and making the candle flicker； the solitary light on the scene of the night's labour of a poor and lonely man； reflected on sheets of paper scribbled over and scattered about； in short； this atmosphere of habitations wherein the soul of the inhabitants lives on its own aspirations； caused de Gery to understand the visionary air of Andre Maranne； his long hair thrown back and streaming loose； that somewhat excessive appearance； very excusable when it is paid for by a life of sufferings and privations； and his sympathy immediately went out to this courageous fellow whose intrepidity of spirit he guessed at a glance。 But the other was too deeply moved by emotion to notice the progress of these reflections。 As soon as the door was closed upon them； he said； with the accent of a stage hero addressing the perfidious seducer； 〃M。 de Gery； I am not yet a Cassandra。〃
And seeing the stupefaction of de Gery：
〃Yes； yes；〃 he went on； 〃we understand each other。 I have known perfectly well what it is that draws you to M。 Joyeuse's house； and the eager welcome with which you are received there has not escaped my notice either。 You are rich； you are of noble birth； there can be no hesitation between you and the poor poet who follows a ridiculous trade in order to give himself full time to reach a success which perhaps will never come。 But I shall not allow my happiness to be stolen from me。 We must fight； monsieur； we must fight；〃 he repeated； excited by the peaceful calm of his rival。 〃For long I have loved Mlle。 Joyeuse。 That love is the end； the joy； and the strength of an existence which is very hard； in many respects painful。 I have only it in the world； and I would rather die than give it up。〃
Strangeness of the human soul！ Paul did not love the charming Aline。 His whole heart belonged to the other。 He thought of her simply as a friend； the most adorable of friends。 But the idea that Maranne was interested in her； that she no doubt returned this regard； gave him the jealous shiver of an annoyance； and it was with some considerable sharpness that he inquired whether Mlle。 Joyeuse was aware of this sentiment of Andre's and had in any way authorized him thus to proclaim his rights。
〃Yes； monsieur； Mlle。 Elise knows that I love her； and before your frequent visits〃
〃Elise？ It is of Elise you are speaking？〃
〃And of whom； then； should I be speaking？ The two others are too young。〃
He fully entered into the traditions of the family； this Andre。 For him； Bonne Maman's age of twenty years； her triumphant grace； were obscured by a surname full of respect and the attributes of a Providence which seemed to cling to her。
A very brief explanation having calmed Andre Maranne's mind； he offered his apologies to de Gery； begged him to sit down in the arm… chair of carved wood which was used by his sitters； and their conversation quickly assumed an intimate and sympathetic character； brought about by the so abr