rl who had braved the opinion of the world for me； and who therefore should have been sacred in my eyes。 She had died forgiving me。 Her implicit trust in the word of a man who had once before broken his promise to her effaced the memory of all her pain and grief； and she slept in peace。 Agatha； who had given me her girlish faith； had found in her heart another faith to give methe faith of a mother。 Oh！ sir； the child； HER child！ God alone can know all that he was to me！ The dear little one was like his mother； he had her winning grace in his little ways； his talk and ideas； but for me； my child was not only a child； but something more； was he not the token of my forgiveness； my honor？
〃He should have more than a father's affection。 He should be loved as his mother would have loved him。 My remorse might change to happiness if I could only make him feel that his mother's arms were still about him。 I clung to him with all the force of human love and the hope of heaven； with all the tenderness in my heart that God has given to mothers。 The sound of the child's voice made me tremble。 I used to watch him while he slept with a sense of gladness that was always new； albeit a tear sometimes fell on his forehead； I taught him to come to say his prayer upon my bed as soon as he awoke。 How sweet and touching were the simple words of the Pater noster in the innocent childish mouth！ Ah！ and at times how terrible！ 'OUR FATHER WHICH ART IN HEAVEN；' he began one morning； then he paused'Why is it not OUR MOTHER？' he asked； and my heart sank at his words。
〃From the very first I had sown the seeds of future misfortune in the life of the son whom I idolized。 Although the law has almost countenanced errors of youth by conceding to tardy regret a legal status to natural children； the insurmountable prejudices of society bring a strong force to the support of the reluctance of the law。 All serious reflection on my part as to the foundations and mechanism of society； on the duties of man； and vital questions of morality date from this period of my life。 Genius comprehends at first sight the connection between a man's principles and the fate of the society of which he forms a part； devout souls are inspired by religion with the sentiments necessary for their happiness； but vehement and impulsive natures can only be schooled by repentance。 With repentance came new light for me； and I； who only lived for my child； came through that child to think over great social questions。
〃I determined from the first that he should have all possible means of success within himself； and that he should be thoroughly prepared to take the high position for which I destined him。 He learned English； German； Italian； and Spanish in succession； and； that he might speak these languages correctly； tutors belonging to each of these various nationalities were successively placed about him from his earliest childhood。 His aptitude delighted me。 I took advantage of it to give him lessons in the guise of play。 I wished to keep his mind free from fallacies； and strove before all things to accustom him from childhood to exert his intellectual powers； to make a rapid and accurate general survey of a matter； and then； by a careful study of every least particular； to master his subject in detail。 Lastly； I taught him to submit to discipline without murmuring。 I never allowed an impure or improper word to be spoken in his hearing。 I was careful that all his surroundings； and the men with whom he came in contact； should conduce to one endto ennoble his nature； to set lofty ideals before him； to give him a love of truth and a horror of lies； to make him simple and natural in manner； as in word and deed。 His natural aptitude had made his other studies easy to him； and his imagination made him quick to grasp these lessons that lay outside the province of the schoolroom。 What a fair flower to tend！ How great are the joys that mothers know！ In those days I began to understand how his own mother had been able to live and to bear her sorrow。 This； sir； was the great event of my life； and now I am coming to the tragedy which drove me hither。
〃It is the most ordinary commonplace story imaginable； but to me it meant the most terrible pain。 For some years I had thought of nothing but my child； and how to make a man of him； then； when my son was growing up and about to leave me； I grew afraid of my loneliness。 Love was a necessity of my existence； this need for affection had never been satisfied； and only grew stronger with years。 I was in every way capable of a real attachment； I had been tried and proved。 I knew all that a steadfast love means； the love that delights to find a pleasure in self…sacrifice； in everything I did my first thought would always be for the woman I loved。 In imagination I was fain to dwell on the serene heights far above doubt and uncertainty； where love so fills two beings that happiness flows quietly and evenly into their life； their looks； and words。 Such love is to a life what religion is to the soul； a vital force； a power that enlightens and upholds。 I understood the love of husband and wife in nowise as most people do； for me its full beauty and magnificence began precisely at the point where love perishes in many a household。 I deeply felt the moral grandeur of a life so closely shared by two souls that the trivialities of everyday existence should be powerless against such lasting love as theirs。 But where will the hearts be found whose beats are so nearly isochronous （let the scientific term pass） that they may attain to this beatific union？ If they exist； nature and chance have set them far apart； so that they cannot come together； they find each other too late； or death comes too soon to separate them。 There must be some good reasons for these dispensations of fate； but I have never sought to discover them。 I cannot make a study of my wound； because I suffer too much from it。 Perhaps perfect happiness is a monster which our species should not perpetuate。 There were other causes for my fervent desire for such a marriage as this。 I had no friends； the world for me was a desert。 There is something in me that repels friendship。 More than one person has sought me out； but； in spite of efforts on my part； it came to nothing。 With many men I have been careful to show no sign of something that is called 'superiority；' I have adapted my mind to theirs； I have placed myself at their point of view； joined in their laughter； and overlooked their defects； any fame I might have gained； I would have bartered for a little kindly affection。 They parted from me without regret。 If you seek for real feeling in Paris； snares await you everywhere； and the end is sorrow。 Wherever I set my foot； the ground round about me seemed to burn。 My readiness to acquiesce was considered weakness though if I unsheathed my talons； like a man conscious that he may some day wield the thunderbolts of power； I was thought ill…natured； to others； the delightful laughter that ceases with youth； and in which in later years we are almost ashamed to indulge； seemed absurd； and they amused themselves at my expense。 People may be bored nowadays； but none the less they expect you to treat every trivial topic with befitting seriousness。
〃A hateful era！ You must bow down before mediocrity； frigidly polite mediocrity which you despiseand obey。 On more mature reflection； I have discovered the reasons of these glaring inconsistencies。 Mediocrity is never out of fashion； it is the daily wear of society； genius and eccentricity are ornaments that are locked away and only brought out on certain days。 Everything that ventures forth beyond the protection of the grateful shadow of mediocrity has something startling about it。
〃So； in the midst of Paris； I led a solitary life。 I had given up everything to society； but it had given me nothing in return； and my child was not enough to satisfy my heart； because I was not a woman。 My life seemed to be growing cold within me； I was bending under a load of secret misery when I met the woman who was to make me know the might of love； the reverence of an acknowledged love； love with its teeming hopes of happinessin one wordlove。
〃I had renewed my acquaintance with that old friend of my father's who had once taken charge of my affairs。 It was in his house that I first met her whom I must love as long as life shall last。 The longer we live； sir； the more clearly we see the enormous influence of ideas upon the events of life。 Prejudices； worthy of all respect； and bred by noble religious ideas； occasioned my misfortunes。 This young girl belonged to an exceeding devout family； whose views of Catholicism were due to the spirit of a sect improperly styled Jansenists； which； in former times； caused troubles in France。 You know why？〃
〃No；〃 said Genestas。
〃Jansenius； Bishop of Ypres； once wrote a book which was believed to contain propositions at variance with the doctrines of the Holy See。 When examined at a later date； there appeared to be nothing heretical in the wording of the text； some authors even went so far as to deny that the heretical propositions had any real existence。 However it was； these insignificant disputes gave rise to two parties in the Gallican Churchthe