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I entered the great parlour without meeting anybody； and the young chestnut…tree there spreading out its broad leaves seemed to me like an old friend。 But the next thing which I sawon the pier…tablecaused me such a shock of surprise that I readjusted my glasses upon my nose with both hands at once； and then felt myself over so as to get at least some superficial proof of my own existence。 In less than one second there thronged from my mind twenty different conjecturesthe most rational of which was that I had suddenly become crazy。 It seemed to me absolutely impossible that what I was looking at could exist； yet it was equally impossible for me not to see it as a thing actually existing。 What caused my surprise was resting on the pier…table； above which rose a great dull speckled mirror。
I saw myself in that mirror； and I can say that I saw for once in my life the perfect image of stupefaction。 But I made proper allowance for myself； I approved myself for being so stupefied by a really stupefying thing。
The object I was thus examining with a degree of astonishment that all my reasoning power failed to lessen； obtruded itself on my attention though quite motionless。 The persistence and fixity of the phenomenon excluded any idea of hallucination。 I am totally exempt from all nervous disorders capable of influencing the sense of sight。 The cause of such visual disturbance is； I think； generally due to stomach trouble； and； thank God！ I have an excellent stomach。 Moreover； visual illusions are accompanied with special abnormal conditions which impress the victims of hallucination themselves； and inspire them with a sort of terror。 Now； I felt nothing of this kind； the object which I saw； although seemingly impossible in itself； appeared to me under all the natural conditions of reality。 I observed that it had three dimensions； and colours； and that it cast a shadow。 Ah！ how I stared at it！ The water came into my eyes so that I had to wipe the glasses of my spectacles。
Finally I found myself obliged to yield to the evidence； and to affirm that I had really before my eyes the Fairy； the very same Fairy I had been dreaming of in the library a few evenings before。 It was she； it was her very self； I assure you！ She had the same air of child…queen； the same proud supple poise； she held the same hazel wand in her hand； she still wore her double…peaked head…dress； and the train of her long brocade robe undulated about her little feet。 Same face； same figure。 It was she indeed； and to prevent any possible doubt of it； she was seated on the back of a huge old… fashioned book strongly resembling the 〃Cosmography of Munster。〃 Her immobility but half reassured me； I was really afraid that she was going to take some more nuts out of her alms…purse and throw the shells at my face。
I was standing there； waving my hands and gaping； when the musical and laughing voice of Madame de Gabry suddenly rang in my ears。
〃So you are examining your fairy； Monsieur Bonnard！〃 said my hostess。 〃Well； do you think the resemblance good？〃
It was very quickly said； but even while hearing it I had time to perceive that my fairy was a statuette in coloured wax； modeled with much taste and spirit by some novice hand。 But the phenomenon； even thus reduced by a rational explanation； did not cease to excite my surprise。 How； and by whom； had the Lady of the Cosmography been enabled to assume plastic existence？ That was what remained for me to learn。
Turning towards Madame de Gabry； I perceived that she was not alone。 A young girl dressed in black was standing beside her。 She had large intelligent eyes； of a grey as sweet as that of the sky of the Isle of France； and at once artless and characteristic in their expression。 At the extremities of her rather thin arms were fidgeting uneasily two slender hands； supple but slightly red； as it becomes the hands of young girls to be。 Sheathed in her closely fitting merino robe； she had the slim grace of a young tree； and her large mouth bespoke frankness。 I could not describe how much the child pleased me at first sight！ She was not beautiful； but the three dimples of her cheeks and chin seemed to laugh； and her whole person； which revealed the awkwardness of innocence； had something in it indescribably good and sincere。
My gaze alternated from the statuette to the young girl； and I saw her blushso frankly and fully！the crimson passing over her face as by waves。
〃Well；〃 said my hostess； who had become sufficiently accustomed to my distracted moods to put the same question to me twice； 〃is that the very same lady who came in to see you through the window that you left open？ She was very saucy； but then you were quite imprudent！ Anyhow； do you recognise her？〃
〃It is her very self；〃 I replied； 〃I see her now on that pier…table precisely as I saw her on the table in the library。〃
〃Then； if that be so；〃 replied Madame de Gabry； 〃you have to blame for it； in the first place； yourself； as a man who； although devoid of all imagination； to use your own words； knew how to depict your dream in such vivid colours； in the second place； me； who was able to remember and repeat faithfully all your dream； and lastly； Mademoiselle Jeanne； whom I now introduce to you； for she herself modeled that wax figure precisely according to my instructions。〃
Madame de Gabry had taken the young girl's hand as she spoke； but the latter had suddenly broken away from her； and was already running through the park with the speed of a bird。
〃Little crazy creature！〃 Madame de Gabry cried after her。 〃How can one be so shy？ Come back here to be scolded and kissed！〃
But it was all of no avail； the frightened child disappeared among the shrubbery。 Madame de Gabry seated herself in the only chair remaining in the dilapidated parlour。
〃I should be much surprised；〃 she said； 〃If my husband had not already spoken to you of Jeanne。 She is a sweet child； and we both lover her very much。 Tell me the plain truth； what do you think of her statuette？〃
I replied that the work was full of good taste and spirit； but that it showed some want of study and practice on the author's part； otherwise I had been extremely touched to think that those young fingers should have thus embroidered an old man's rough sketch of fancy； and given form so brilliantly to the dreams of a dotard like myself。
〃The reason I ask your opinion；〃 replied Madame de Gabry； seriously； 〃is that Jeanne is a poor orphan。 Do you think she could earn her living by modelling statuettes like this one？〃
〃As for that； no！〃 I replied； 〃and I think there is no reason to regret the fact。 You say the girl is affectionate and sensitive； I can well believe you； I could believe it from her face alone。 There are excitements in artist…life which impel generous hearts to act out of all rule and measure。 This young creature is made to love； keep her for the domestic hearth。 There only is real happiness。〃
〃But she has no dowry！〃 replied Madame de Gabry。
Then； extending her hand to me； she continued：
〃You are our friend； I can tell you everything。 The father of this child was a banker； and one of our friends。 He went into a colossal specu