MydearLouise，——Isendthisletterbyanexpressbeforehasteningtothechaletmyself。Takecourage。Yourlastletterseemedtomesofrantic，thatIthoughtmyselfjustified，underthecircumstances，inconfidingalltoLouis；itwasaquestionofsavingyoufromyourself。
Ifthemeanswehaveemployedhavebeen，likeyours，repulsive，yettheresultissosatisfactorythatIamcertainyouwillapprove。I
wentsofarastosetthepolicetowork，butthewholethingremainsasecretbetweentheprefect，ourselvesandyou。
Inoneword，Gastonisajewel!Butherearethefacts。Hisbrother，LouisGaston，diedatCalcutta，whileintheserviceofamercantilecompany，whenhewasontheverypointofreturningtoFrance，arich，prosperous，marriedman，havingreceivedaverylargefortunewithhiswife，whowasthewidowofanEnglishmerchant。Fortenyearshehadworkedhardthathemightbeabletosendhomeenoughtosupporthisbrother，towhomhewasdevotedlyattached，andfromwhomhislettersgenerouslyconcealedallhistrialsanddisappointments。
ThencamethefailureofthegreatHalmerhouse；thewidowwasruined，andthesuddenshockaffectedLouisGaston’sbrain。Hehadnomentalenergylefttoresistthediseasewhichattackedhim，andhediedinBengal，whitherhehadgonetotryandrealizetheremnantsofhiswife’sproperty。Thedear，goodfellowhaddepositedwithabankerafirstsumofthreehundredthousandfrancs，whichwastogotohisbrother，butthebankerwasinvolvedintheHalmercrash，andthustheirlastresourcefailedthem。
Louis’widow，thehandsomewomanwhomyoutookforyourrival，arrivedinPariswithtwochildren——yournephews——andanemptypurse，hermother’sjewelshavingbarelysufficedtopayforbringingthemover。
TheinstructionswhichLouisGastonhadgiventhebankerforsendingthemoneytohisbrotherenabledthewidowtofindyourhusband’sformerhome。AsGastonhaddisappearedwithoutleavinganyaddress，Mme。LouisGastonwasdirectedtod’Arthez，theonlypersonwhocouldgiveanyinformationabouthim。
D’Arthezwasthemorereadytorelievetheyoungwoman’spressingneeds，becauseLouisGaston，atthetimeofhismarriagefouryearsbefore，hadwrittentomakeinquiriesabouthisbrotherfromthefamousauthor，whomheknewtobeoneofhisfriends。TheCaptainhadconsultedd’ArthezastothebestmeansofgettingthemoneysafelytransferredtoMarie，andd’Arthezhadreplied，tellinghimthatGastonwasnowarichmanthroughhismarriagewiththeBaronnedeMacumer。Thepersonalbeauty，whichwasthemother’srichheritagetohersons，hadsavedthemboth——oneinIndia，theotherinParis——fromdestitution。Atouchingstory，isitnot？
D’Artheznaturallywrote，afteratime，totellyourhusbandoftheconditionofhissister-in-lawandherchildren，informinghim，atthesametime，ofthegenerousintentionsoftheIndianGastontowardshisParisbrother，whichanunhappychancehadfrustrated。Gaston，asyoumayimagine，hurriedofftoParis。Hereisthefirstrideaccountedfor。Duringthelastfiveyearshehadsavedfiftythousandfrancsoutoftheincomeyouforcedhimtoaccept，andthissumheinvestedinthepublicfundsunderthenamesofhistwonephews，securingthemeach，inthisway，anincomeoftwelvehundredfrancs。Nexthefurnishedhissister-in-law’srooms，andpromisedheraquarterlyallowanceofthreethousandfrancs。Hereyouseethemeaningofhisdramaticlaborsandthepleasurecausedhimbythesuccessofhisfirstplay。
Mme。Gaston，therefore，isnorivalofyours，andhaseveryrighttoyourname。AmanofGaston’ssensitivedelicacywasboundtokeeptheaffairsecretfromyou，knowingashedid，yourgenerousnature。Nordoeshelookonwhatyougivehimashisown。D’Arthezreadmetheletterhehadfromyourhusband，askinghimtobeoneofthewitnessesathismarriage。Gastoninthisdeclaresthathishappinesswouldhavebeenperfectbutfortheonedrawbackofhispovertyandindebtednesstoyou。Avirginsoulisatthemercyofsuchscruples。Eithertheymakethemselvesfeltortheydonot；andwhentheydo，itiseasytoimaginetheconflictoffeelingandembarrassmenttowhichtheygiverise。NothingismorenaturalthanGaston’swishtoprovideinsecretasuitablemaintenanceforthewomanwhoishisbrother’swidow，andwhohadherselfsetasideonehundredthousandfrancsforhimfromherownfortune。Sheisahandsomewoman，warm-hearted，andextremelywell-bred，butnotclever。Sheisamother；and，youmaybesure，I
lostmyhearttoheratfirstsightwhenIfoundherwithonechildinherarms，andtheotherdressedlikealittlelord。Thechildrenfirst!iswrittenineverydetailofherhouse。
Farfrombeingangry，therefore，withyourbelovedhusband，youshouldfindinallthisfreshreasonforlovinghim。Ihavemethim，andthinkhimthemostdelightfulyoungfellowinParis。Yes!dearchild，whenIsawhim，Ihadnodifficultyinunderstandingthatawomanmightloseherheadabouthim；hissoulismirroredinhiscountenance。IfIwereyou，Ishouldsettlethewidowandherchildrenatthechalet，inaprettylittlecottagewhichyoucouldhavebuiltforthem，andadopttheboys!
Beatpeace，then，dearsoul，andplanthislittlesurprise，inyourturn，forGaston。
MME。GASTONTOTHECOMTESSEDEL’ESTORADE
Ah!mydearfriend，whatcanIsayinanswerexceptthecruel/“Itistoolate“/ofthatfoolLafayettetohisroyalmaster？Oh!mylife，mysweetlife，whatphysicianwillgiveitbacktome。Myownhandhasdealtthedeathblow。Alas!haveInotbeenamerewill-o’-the-wisp，whosetwinklingsparkwasfatedtoperishbeforeitreachedaflame？
Myeyesraintorrentsoftears——andyettheymustnotfallwhenIamwithhim。Iflytohim，andheseeksme。Mydespairisallwithin。
ThistortureDanteforgottoplaceinhis/Inferno。/Cometoseemedie!
Mylove，——TakethechildrenawaytoProvencewithoutme；IremainwithLouise，whohasonlyafewdaysyettolive。Icannotleaveeitherherorherhusband，forwhosereasonIfear。
YouknowthescrapofletterwhichsentmeflyingtoVilled’Avray，pickingupthedoctorsonmyway。SincethenIhavenotleftmydarlingfriend，andithasbeenimpossibletowritetoyou，forIhavesatupeverynightforafortnight。
WhenIarrived，IfoundherwithGaston，infulldress，beautiful，laughing，happy。Itwasaheroicfalsehood!Theywereliketwolovelychildrentogetherintheirrestoredconfidence。ForamomentIwasdeceived，likeGaston，bytheeffontery；butLouisepressedmyhand，whispering：
“Hemustnotknow；Iamdying。“
AnicychillfellovermeasIfeltherburninghandandsawtheredspotsonhercheeks。Icongratulatedmyselfonmyprudenceinleavingthedoctorsinthewoodtilltheyshouldbesentfor。
“Leaveusforalittle，“shesaidtoGaston。“Twowomenwhohavenotmetforfiveyearshaveplentyofsecretstotalkover，andRenee，I
havenodoubt，hasthingstoconfideinme。“
Directlywewerealone，sheflungherselfintomyarms，unablelongertorestrainhertears。
“Tellmeaboutit，“Isaid。“Ihavebroughtwithme，incaseofneed，thebestsurgeonandthebestphysicianfromthehospital，andBianchonaswell；therearefouraltogether。“
“Ah!“shecried，“havetheminatonceiftheycansaveme，ifthereisstilltime。Thepassionwhichhurriedmetodeathnowcriesforlife!“
“Butwhathaveyoudonetoyourself？“
“Ihaveinafewdaysbroughtmyselftothelaststageofconsumption。“
“Buthow？“
“Igotmyselfintoaprofuseperspirationinthenight，andthenranoutandlaydownbythesideofthelakeinthedew。GastonthinksI
haveacold，andIamdying!“
“SendhimtoParis；Iwillfetchthedoctorsmyself，“Isaid，asI
rushedoutwildlytothespotwhereIhadleftthem。
Alas!mylove，aftertheconsultationwasover，notoneofthedoctorsgavemetheleasthope；theyallbelievethatLouisewilldiewiththefalloftheleaves。Thedearchild’sconstitutionhaswonderfullyhelpedthesuccessofherplan。Itseemsshehasapredispositiontothiscomplaint；andthough，intheordinarycourse，shemighthavelivedalongtime，afewdays’follyhasmadethecasedesperate。
IcannottellyouwhatIfeltonhearingthissentence，basedonsuchclearexplanations。YouknowthatIhavelivedinLouiseasmuchasinmyownlife。Iwassimplycrushed，andcouldnotstirtoescorttothedoortheseharbingersofevil。Idon’tknowhowlongIremainedlostinbitterthoughts，thetearsrunningdownmycheeks，whenIwasrousedfrommystuporbythewords：
“Sothereisnohopeforme!“inaclear，angelicvoice。
ItwasLouise，withherhandonmyshoulder。Shemademegetup，andcarriedmeofftohersmalldrawing-room。Withabeseechingglance，shewenton：
“Staywithmetotheend；Iwon’thavedolefulfacesroundme。Aboveall，Imustkeepthetruthfrom/him/。IknowthatIhavethestrengthtodoit。Iamfullofyouthandspirit，andcandiestanding!Formyself，Ihavenoregrets。IamdyingasIwishedtodie，stillyoungandbeautiful，intheperfectionofmywomanhood。
“Asforhim，IcanseeverywellnowthatIshouldhavemadehislifemiserable。Passionhasmeinitsgrips，likeastrugglingfawn，impatientofthetoils。Mygroundlessjealousyhasalreadywoundedhimsorely。Whenthedaycamethatmysuspicionsmetonlyindifference——
whichinthelongrunistherightfulmeedofalljealousy——well，thatwouldhavebeenmydeath。Ihavehadmyshareoflife。Therearepeoplewhosenamesonthemuster-rolloftheworldshowsixtyyearsofservice，andyetinallthattimetheyhavenothadtwoyearsofreallife，whilstmyrecordofthirtyisdoubledbytheintensityofmylove。
“Thusforhim，aswellasforme，thecloseisahappyone。Butbetweenus，dearRenee，itisdifferent。Youlosealovingsister，andthatisalosswhichnothingcanrepair。Youaloneherehavetherighttomournmydeath。“
Afteralongpause，duringwhichIcouldonlyseeherthroughamistoftears，shecontinued：
“Themoralofmydeathisacruelone。Mydeardoctorinpetticoatswasright；marriagecannotrestuponpassionasitsfoundation，norevenuponlove。Howfineandnobleisyourlife!keepingalwaystotheonesaferoad，yougiveyourhusbandanever-growingaffection；whilethepassionateeagernesswithwhichIthrewmyselfintoweddedlifewasboundinnaturetodiminish。TwicehaveIgoneastray，andtwicehasDeathstretchedforthhisbonyhandtostrikemyhappiness。Thefirsttime，herobbedmeofthenoblestandmostdevotedofmen；nowitismyturn，thegrinningmonstertearsmefromthearmsofmypoethusband，withallhisbeautyandhisgrace。
“YetIwouldnotcomplain。HaveInotknowninturntwomen，eachtheverypatternofnobility——oneinmind，theotherinoutwardform？InFelipe，thesouldominatedandtransformedthebody；inGaston，onecouldnotsaywhichwassupreme——heart，mind，orgraceofform。Idieadored——whatmorecouldIwishfor？Time，perhaps，inwhichtodrawneartheGodofwhomImayhavetoolittlethought。MyspiritwilltakeitsflighttowardsHim，fulloflove，andwiththeprayerthatsomeday，intheworldabove，Hewillunitemeoncemoretothetwowhomadeaheavenofmylifebelow。Withoutthem，paradisewouldbeadeserttome。
“Toothers，myexamplewouldbefatal，forminewasnocommonlot。TomeetaFelipeoraGastonismorethanmortalscanexpect，andthereforethedoctrineofsocietyinregardtomarriageaccordswiththenaturallaw。Womanisweak，andinmarryingsheoughttomakeanentiresacrificeofherwilltothemanwho，inreturn，shouldlayhisselfishnessatherfeet。Thestirwhichwomenoflateyearshavecreatedbytheirwhiningandinsubordinationisridiculous，andonlyshowshowwellwedeservetheepithetofchildren，bestowedbyphilosophersonoursex。“
Shecontinuedtalkingthusinthegentlevoiceyouknowsowell，utteringthegravesttruthsintheprettiestmanner，untilGastonentered，bringingwithhimhissister-in-law，thetwochildren，andtheEnglishnurse，whom，atLouise’srequest，hehadbeentofetchfromParis。
“Herearetheprettyinstrumentsofmytorture，“shesaid，ashernephewsapproached。“Wasnotthemistakeexcusable？Whatawonderfullikenesstotheiruncle!“
ShewasmostfriendlytoMme。Gastontheelderandbeggedthatshewouldlookuponthechaletasherhome；inshort，sheplayedthehostesstoherinherbestdeChaulieumanner，inwhichnoonecanrivalher。
IwroteatoncetotheDucandDuchessedeChaulieu，theDucdeRhetore，andtheDucdeLenoncourt-Givry，aswellastoMadeleine。Itwastime。Nextday，Louise，wornoutwithsomuchexertion，wasunabletogoout；indeed，sheonlygotupfordinner。Inthecourseoftheevening，MadeleinedeLenoncourt，hertwobrothers，andhermotherarrived。ThecoolnesswhichLouise’ssecondmarriagehadcausedbetweenherselfandherfamilydisappeared。Everydaysincethatevening，Louise’sfatherandbothherbrothershaveriddenoverinthemorning，andthetwoduchessesspendalltheireveningsatthechalet。
Deathunitesaswellasseparates；itsilencesallpaltryfeeling。
Louiseisperfectioninhercharm，hergrace，hergoodsense，herwit，andhertenderness。Shehasretainedtothelastthatperfecttactforwhichshehasbeensofamous，andshelavishesonusthetreasuresofherbrilliantmind，whichmadeheroneofthequeensofParis。
“Ishouldliketolookwelleveninmycoffin，“shesaidwithhermatchlesssmile，asshelaydownonthebedwhereshewastolingerforafortnight。
Herroomhasnothingofthesick-chamberinit；medicines，ointments，thewholeapparatusofnursing，iscarefullyconcealed。
“Isnotmydeathbedpretty!“shesaidtotheSevrespriestwhocametoconfessher。
Wegloatedoverherlikemisers。Allthisanxiety，andtheterribletruthswhichdawnedonhim，havepreparedGastonfortheworst。Heisfullofcourage，buttheblowhasgonehome。Itwouldnotsurprisemetoseehimfollowhiswifeinthenaturalcourse。Yesterday，aswewerewalkingroundthelake，hesaidtome：
“Imustbeafathertothosetwochildren，“andhepointedtohissister-in-law，whowastakingtheboysforawalk。“ButthoughIshalldonothingtohastenmyend，Iwantyourpromisethatyouwillbeasecondmothertothem，andwillpersuadeyourhusbandtoaccepttheofficeofguardian，whichIshalldeputetohiminconjunctionwithmysister-in-law。“
Hesaidthisquitesimply，likeamanwhoknowsheisnotlongforthisworld。HehassmilesonhisfacetomeetLouise’s，anditisonlyIwhomhedoesnotdeceive。Heisamateforherincourage。
Louisehasexpressedawishtoseehergodson，butIamnotsorryheshouldbeinProvence；shemightwanttorememberhimgenerously，andIshouldbeinagreatdifficulty。
Good-bye，mylove。
August25thherbirthday。
YesterdayeveningLouisewasdeliriousforashorttime；butherdeliriumwastheprettiestbabbling，whichshowsthateventhemadnessofgiftedpeopleisnotthatoffoolsornobodies。InamerethreadofavoiceshesangsomeItalianairsfrom/IPuritani，LaSonnambula，Moise/，whilewestoodroundthebedinsilence。Notoneofus，noteventheDucdeRhetore，haddryeyes，soclearwasittousallthathersoulwasinthisfashionpassingfromus。Shecouldnolongerseeus!Yetshewastherestillinthecharmofthefaintmelody，withitssweetnessnotofthisearth。
Duringthenightthedeathagonybegan。Itisnowseveninthemorning，andIhavejustmyselfraisedherfrombed。Someflickerofstrengthrevived；shewishedtositbyherwindow，andaskedforGaston’shand。Andthen，mylove，thesweetestspiritwhomweshalleverseeonthisearthdeparted，leavingustheemptyshell。
Thelastsacramenthadbeenadministeredtheeveningbefore，unknowntoGaston，whowastakingasnatchofsleepduringthisagonizingceremony；andaftershewasmovedtothewindow，sheaskedmetoreadherthe/DeProfundis/inFrench，whileshewasthusfacetofacewiththelovelyscene，whichwasherhandiwork。Sherepeatedthewordsaftermetoherself，andpressedthehandsofherhusband，whokneltontheothersideofthechair。
August26th。
Myheartisbroken。Ihavejustseenherinherwinding-sheet；herfaceisquitepalenowwithpurpleshadows。Oh!Iwantmychildren!mychildren!Bringmemychildren!
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