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〃I don't know。 The moon and the water have affected me。 Every time I
see poetic things I have a tightening at the heart； and I have to cry。〃
He smiled； affected himself； considering her feminine emotion charming
the unaffected emotion of a poor little woman； whom every sensation
overwhelms。 And he embraced her passionately； stammering：
〃My little Lise； you are exquisite。〃
What a charming love affair； short…lived and dainty； it had been and over
all too quickly； cut short in the midst of its ardor by this old brute of
a baron； who had carried off his wife； and never let any one see her
afterward。
Lormerin had forgotten； in fact； at the end of two or three months。 One
woman drives out another so quickly in Paris； when one is a bachelor！ No
matter； he had kept a little altar for her in his heart； for he had loved
her alone！ He assured himself now that this was so。
He rose； and said aloud ： 〃Certainly； I will go and dine with her this
evening！〃
And instinctively he turned toward the mirror to inspect himself from
head to foot。 He reflected： 〃She must look very old； older than I look。〃
And he felt gratified at the thought of showing himself to her still
handsome； still fresh； of astonishing her； perhaps of filling her with
emotion； and making her regret those bygone days so far； far distant！
He turned his attention to the other letters。 They were of no
importance。
The whole day he kept thinking of this ghost of other days。 What was she
like now？ How strange it was to meet in this way after twenty…five
years！ But would he recognize her？
He made his toilet with feminine coquetry； put on a white waistcoat；
which suited him better with the coat than a black one； sent for the
hairdresser to give him a finishing touch With the curling iron； for he
had preserved his hair； and started very early in order to show his
eagerness to see her。
The first thing he saw on entering a pretty drawing…room newly furnished
was his own portrait； an old faded photograph； dating from the days when
he was a beau； hanging on the wall in an antique silk frame。
He sat down and waited。 A door opened behind him。 He rose up abruptly；
and； turning round； beheld an old woman with white hair who extended both
hands toward him。
He seized them； kissed them one after the other several times； then；
lifting up his head； he gazed at the woman he had loved。
Yes； it was an old lady； an old lady whom he did not recognize； and who；
while she smiled； seemed ready to weep。
He could not abstain from murmuring：
〃Is it you； Lise？〃
She replied：
〃Yes； it is I； it is I； indeed。 You would not have known me； would you？
I have had so much sorrowso much sorrow。 Sorrow has consumed my life。
Look at me nowor； rather； don't look at me！ But how handsome you have
keptand young！ If I had by chance met you in the street I would have
exclaimed： 'Jaquelet！'。 Now； sit down and let us； first of all； have a
chat。 And then I will call my daughter； my grown…up daughter。 You'll
see how she resembles meor； rather； how I resembled herno； it is not
quite that； she is just like the 'me' of former daysyou shall see！ But
I wanted to be alone with you first。 I feared that there would be some
emotion on my side； at the first moment。 Now it is all over； it is past。
Pray be seated； my friend。〃
He sat down beside her； holding her hand； but he did not know what to
say； he did not know this womanit seemed to him that he had never seen
her before。 Why had he come to this house？ What could he talk about？
Of the long ago？ What was there in common between him and her？ He could
no longer recall anything in presence of this grandmotherly face。 He
could no longer recall all the nice； tender things； so sweet； so bitter；
that had come to his mind that morning when he thought of the other； of
little Lise； of the dainty Ashflower。 What； then； had become of her； the
former one； the one he had loved？ That woman of far…off dreams； the
blonde with gray eyes； the young girl who used to call him 〃Jaquelet〃 so
prettily？
They remained side by side； motionless； both constrained； troubled；
profoundly ill at ease。
As they talked only commonplaces； awkwardly and spasmodically and slowly；
she rose and pressed the button of the bell。
〃I am going to call Renee；〃 she said。
There was a tap at the door； then the rustle of a dress； then a young
voice exclaimed：
〃Here I am； mamma！〃
Lormerin remained bewildered as at the sight of an apparition。
He stammered：
〃Good…day； mademoiselle〃
Then； turning toward the mother：
〃Oh！ it is you！
In fact； it was she； she whom he had known in bygone days； the Lise who
had vanished and come back！ In her he found the woman he had won twenty…
five years before。 This one was even younger； fresher； more childlike。
He felt a wild desire to open his arms； to clasp her to his heart again；
murmuring in her ear：
〃Good…morning； Lison！〃
A man…servant announced：
〃Dinner is ready； madame。〃
And they proceeded toward the dining…room。
What passed at this dinner？ What did they say to him； and what could he
say in reply？ He found himself plunged in one of those strange dreams
which border on insanity。 He gazed at the two women with a fixed idea in
his mind； a morbid； self…contradictory idea：
〃Which is the real one？〃
The mother smiled again repeating over and over：
〃Do you remember？〃 And it was in the bright eyes of the young girl that
he found again his memories of the past。 Twenty times he opened his
mouth to say to her： 〃Do you remember； Lison？〃 forgetting this white…
haired lady who was looking at him tenderly。
And yet； there were moments when； he no longer felt sure； when he lost
his head。 He could see that the woman of to…day was not exactly the
woman of long ago。 The other one； the former one； had in her voice； in
her glances； in her entire being； something which he did not find again。
And he made prodigious efforts of mind to recall his lady love； to seize
again what had escaped from her； what this resuscitated one did not
possess。
The baronne said：
〃You have lost your old vivacity； my poor friend。〃
He murmured：
〃There are many other things that I have lost！〃
But in his heart； touched with emotion； he felt his old love springing to
life once more； like an awakened wild beast ready to bite him。
The young girl went on chattering； and every now and then some familiar
intonation； some expression of her mother's； a certain style of speaking
and thinking； that resemblance of mind and manner which people acquire by
living together； shook Lormerin from head to foot。 All these things
penetrated him； making the reopened wound of his passion bleed anew。
He got away early； and took a turn along the boulevard。 But the image of
this young girl pursued him； haunted him； quickened his heart； inflamed
his blood。 Apart from the two women； he now saw only one； a young one；
the old one come back out of the past； and he loved her as he had loved
her in bygone years。 He loved her with greater ardor； after an interval
of twenty…five years。
He went home to reflect on this strange and terrible thin