ly pretty； and you are not so bad looking neither！ Your father did everything well。〃
Eve was tall； dark…haired； dark of complexion； and blue…eyed； but notwithstanding these signs of virile character； she was gentle； tender…hearted； and devoted to those she loved。 Her frank innocence； her simplicity； her quiet acceptance of a hard…working life； her characterfor her life was above reproachcould not fail to win David Sechard's heart。 So； since the first time that these two had met； a repressed and single…hearted love had grown up between them in the German fashion； quietly； with no fervid protestations。 In their secret souls they thought of each other as if there were a bar between that kept them apart； as if the thought were an offence against some jealous husband； and hid their feelings from Lucien as though their love in some way did him a wrong。 David； moreover； had no confidence in himself； and could not believe that Eve could care for him； Eve was a penniless girl； and therefore shy。 A real work…girl would have been bolder； but Eve； gently bred； and fallen into poverty； resigned herself to her dreary lot。 Diffident as she seemed； she was in reality proud； and would not make a single advance towards the son of a father said to be rich。 People who knew the value of a growing property； said that the vineyard at Marsac was worth more than eighty thousand francs； to say nothing of the traditional bits of land which old Sechard used to buy as they came into the market； for old Sechard had savingshe was lucky with his vintages； and a clever salesman。 Perhaps David was the only man in Angouleme who knew nothing of his father's wealth。 In David's eyes Marsac was a hovel bought in 1810 for fifteen or sixteen thousand francs； a place that he saw once a year at vintage time when his father walked him up and down among the vines and boasted of an output of wine which the young printer never saw； and he cared nothing about it。
David was a student leading a solitary life； and the love that gained even greater force in solitude； as he dwelt upon the difficulties in the way； was timid； and looked for encouragement； for David stood more in awe of Eve than a simple clerk of some high…born lady。 He was awkward and ill at ease in the presence of his idol； and as eager to hurry away as he had been to come。 He repressed his passion； and was silent。 Often of an evening； on some pretext of consulting Lucien； he would leave the Place du Murier and go down through the Palet Gate as far as L'Houmeau； but at the sight of the green iron railings his heart failed。 Perhaps he had come too late； Eve might think him a nuisance； she would be in bed by this time no doubt； and so he turned back。 But though his great love had only appeared in trifles； Eve read it clearly； she was proud； without a touch of vanity in her pride； of the deep reverence in David's looks and words and manner towards her； but it was the young printer's enthusiastic belief in Lucien that drew her to him most of all。 He had divined the way to win Eve。 The mute delights of this love of theirs differed from the transports of stormy passion； as wildflowers in the fields from the brilliant flowers in garden beds。 Interchange of glances； delicate and sweet as blue water… flowers on the surface of the stream； a look in either face； vanishing as swiftly as the scent of briar…rose； melancholy； tender as the velvet of mossthese were the blossoms of two rare natures； springing up out of a rich and fruitful soil on foundations of rock。 Many a time Eve had seen revelations of the strength that lay below the appearance of weakness； and made such full allowance for all that David left undone； that the slightest word now might bring about a closer union of soul and soul。
Eve opened the door； and Lucien sat down without a word at the little table on an X…shaped trestle。 There was no tablecloth； the poor little household boasted but three silver spoons and forks； and Eve had laid them all for the dearly loved brother。
〃What have you there？〃 she asked； when she had set a dish on the table； and put the extinguisher on the portable stove； where it had been kept hot for him。
Lucien did not answer。 Eve took up a little plate； daintily garnished with vine…leaves； and set it on the table with a jug full of cream。
〃There； Lucien； I have had strawberries for you。〃
But Lucien was so absorbed in his letter that he did not hear a word。 Eve came to sit beside him without a murmur； for in a sister's love for a brother it is an element of great pleasure to be treated without ceremony。
〃Oh！ what is it？〃 she cried as she saw tears shining in her brother's eyes。
〃Nothing； nothing； Eve；〃 he said； and putting his arm about her waist； he drew her towards him and kissed her forehead； her hair； her throat； with warmth that surprised her。
〃You are keeping something from me。〃
〃Well； thenshe loves me。〃
〃I knew very well that you kissed me for somebody else；〃 the poor sister pouted； flushing red。
〃We shall all be happy；〃 cried Lucien； swallowing great spoonfuls of soup。
〃WE？〃 echoed Eve。 The same presentiment that had crossed David's mind prompted her to add； 〃You will not care so much about us now。〃
〃How can you think that； if you know me？〃
Eve put out her hand and grasped his tightly； then she carried off the empty plate and the brown earthen soup…tureen； and brought the dish that she had made for him。 But instead of eating his dinner； Lucien read his letter over again； and Eve； discreet maiden； did not ask another question； respecting her brother's silence。 If he wished to tell her about it； she could wait； if he did not； how could she ask him to tell her？ She waited。 Here is the letter：
〃MY FRIEND；Why should I refuse to your brother in science the help that I have lent you？ All merits have equal rights in my eyes； but you do not know the prejudices of those among whom I live。 We shall never make an aristocracy of ignorance understand that intellect ennobles。 If I have not sufficient influence to compel them to accept M。 David Sechard； I am quite willing to sacrifice the worthless creatures to you。 It would be a perfect hecatomb in the antique manner。 But； dear friend； you would not； of course； ask me to leave them all in exchange for the society of a person whose character and manner might not please me。 I know from your flatteries how easily friendship can be blinded。 Will you think the worse of me if I attach a condition to my consent？ In the interests of your future I should like to see your friend； and know and decide for myself whether you are not mistaken。 What is this but the mother's anxious care of my dear poet； which I am in duty bound to take？
〃LOUISE DE NEGREPELISSE。〃
Lucien had no suspicion of the art with which polite society puts forward a 〃Yes〃 on the way to a 〃No；〃 and a 〃No〃 that leads to a 〃Yes。〃 He took this note for a victory。 David should go to Mme。 de Bargeton's house！ David would shine there in all the majesty of his genius！ He raised his head so proudly in the intoxication of a victory which increased his belief in himself and his ascendency over others； his face was so radiant with the brightness of many hopes； that his sister could not help telling him that he looked handsome。
〃If that woman has any sense； she must love you！ And if so； to…night she will be vexed； for all the ladies will try all sorts of coquetries on you。 How handsome you will look when you read your Saint John in Patmos！ If only I were a mouse； and could just slip in and see it！ Come； I have put your clothes out in mother's room。〃
The mother's room bore witness to self…respecting poverty。 There were white curtains to the walnut wood bedstead； and a strip of cheap green carpet at the foot。 A chest of drawers with a wooden top； a looking… glass； and a few walnut wood chairs completed the furniture。 The clock on the chimney…piece told of the old vanished days of prosperity。 White curtains hung in the windows； a gray flowered paper covered the walls； and the tiled floor； colored and waxed by Eve herself； shone with cleanliness。 On the little round table in the middle of the room stood a red tray with a pattern of gilt roses； and three cups and a sugar…basin of Limoges porcelain。 Eve slept in the little adjoining closet； where there was just room for a narrow bed； an old…fashioned low chair； and a work…table by the window； there was about as much space as there is in a ship's cabin； and the door always stood open for the sake of air。 But if all these things spoke of great poverty； the atmosphere was sedate and studious； and for those who knew the mother and children； there was something touchingly appropriate in their surroundings。
Lucien was tying his cravat when David's step sounded outside in the little yard； and in another moment the young printer appeared。 From his manner and looks he seemed to have come down in a hurry。
〃Well； David！〃 cried the ambitious poet； 〃we have gained the day！ She loves me！ You shall come too。〃
〃No；〃 David said with some confusion； 〃I came down to thank you for this proof of friendship； but I have been thinking things over seriously。 My own life is cut out for me； Lucien。 I am David Sechard； printer to His Majesty in