over seriously。 My own life is cut out for me； Lucien。 I am David Sechard； printer to His Majesty in Angouleme； with my name at the bottom of the bills posted on every wall。 For people of that class； I am an artisan； or I am in business； if you like it better； but I am a craftsman who lives over a shop in the Rue de Beaulieu at the corner of the Place du Murier。 I have not the wealth of a Keller just yet； nor the name of a Desplein； two sorts of power that the nobles still try to ignore； and I am so far agreed with themthis power is nothing without a knowledge of the world and the manners of a gentleman。 How am I to prove my claim to this sudden elevation？ I should only make myself a laughing…stock for nobles and bourgeoisie to boot。 As for you； your position is different。 A foreman is not committed to anything。 You are busy gaining knowledge that will be indispensable by and by； you can explain your present work by your future。 And； in any case； you can leave your place to…morrow and begin something else； you might study law or diplomacy； or go into civil service。 Nobody had docketed and pigeon…holed YOU； in fact。 Take advantage of your social maiden fame to walk alone and grasp honors。 Enjoy all pleasures gladly； even frivolous pleasures。 I wish you luck； Lucien； I shall enjoy your success； you will be like a second self for me。 Yes； in my own thoughts I shall live your life。 You shall have the holiday life； in the glare of the world and among the swift working springs of intrigue。 I will lead the work…a…day life； the tradesman's life of sober toil； and the patient labor of scientific research。
〃You shall be our aristocracy；〃 he went on； looking at Eve as he spoke。 〃If you totter； you shall have my arm to steady you。 If you have reason to complain of the treachery of others； you will find a refuge in our hearts； the love there will never change。 And influence and favor and the goodwill of others might fail us if we were two； we should stand in each other's way； go forward； you can tow me after you if it comes to that。 So far from envying you； I will dedicate my life to yours。 The thing that you have just done for me； when you risked the loss of your benefactress； your love it may be； rather than forsake or disown me； that little thing； so great as it wasah； well； Lucien； that in itself would bind me to you forever if we were not brothers already。 Have no remorse； no concern over seeming to take the larger share。 This one…sided bargain is exactly to my taste。 And； after all； suppose that you should give me a pang now and again； who knows that I shall not still be your debtor all my life long？〃
He looked timidly towards Eve as he spoke； her eyes were full of tears； she saw all that lay below the surface。
〃In fact；〃 he went on； turning to Lucien； who stood amazed at this； 〃you are well made； you have a graceful figure； you wear your clothes with an air； you look like a gentleman in that blue coat of yours with the yellow buttons and the plain nankeen trousers； now I should look like a workingman among those people； I should be awkward and out of my element； I should say foolish things； or say nothing at all； but as for you； you can overcome any prejudice as to names by taking your mother's； you can call yourself Lucien de Rubempre； I am and always shall be David Sechard。 In this society that you frequent； everything tells for you； everything would tell against me。 You were born to shine in it。 Women will worship that angel face of yours； won't they； Eve？〃
Lucien sprang up and flung his arms about David。 David's humility had made short work of many doubts and plenty of difficulties。 Was it possible not to feel twice tenderly towards this friend； who by the way of friendship had come to think the very thoughts that he； Lucien； had reached through ambition？ The aspirant for love and honors felt that the way had been made smooth for him； the young man and the comrade felt all his heart go out towards his friend。
It was one of those moments that come very seldom in our lives； when all the forces in us are sweetly strung； and every chord vibrating gives out full resonance。
And yet； this goodness of a noble nature increased Lucien's human tendency to take himself as the centre of things。 Do not all of us say more or less； 〃L'Etat； c'est moi！〃 with Louis Quatorze？ Lucien's mother and sister had concentrated all their tenderness on him； David was his devoted friend； he was accustomed to see the three making every effort for him in secret； and consequently he had all the faults of a spoiled eldest son。 The noble is eaten up with the egoism which their unselfishness was fostering in Lucien； and Mme。 de Bargeton was doing her best to develop the same fault by inciting him to forget all that he owed to his sister； and mother； and David。 He was far from doing so as yet； but was there not ground for the fear that as his sphere of ambition widened； his whole thought perforce would be how he might maintain himself in it？
When emotion had subsided； David had a suggestion to make。 He thought that Lucien's poem； Saint John in Patmos； was possibly too biblical to be read before an audience but little familiar with apocalyptic poetry。 Lucien； making his first appearance before the most exacting public in the Charente； seemed to be nervous。 David advised him to take Andre de Chenier and substitute certain pleasure for a dubious delight。 Lucien was a perfect reader； the listeners would enjoy listening to him； and his modesty would doubtless serve him well。 Like most young people； the pair were endowing the rest of the world with their own intelligence and virtues； for if youth that has not yet gone astray is pitiless for the sins of others； it is ready； on the other hand； to put a magnificent faith in them。 It is only； in fact； after a good deal of experience of life that we recognize the truth of Raphael's great saying〃To comprehend is to equal。〃
The power of appreciating poetry is rare； generally speaking； in France； esprit soon dries up the source of the sacred tears of ecstasy； nobody cares to be at the trouble of deciphering the sublime； of plumbing the depths to discover the infinite。 Lucien was about to have his first experience of the ignorance and indifference of worldlings。 He went round by way of the printing office for David's volume of poetry。
The two lovers were left alone； and David had never felt more embarrassed in his life。 Countless terrors seized upon him； he half wished； half feared that Eve would praise him； he longed to run away； for even modesty is not exempt from coquetry。 David was afraid to utter a word that might seem to beg for thanks； everything that he could think of put him in some false position； so he held his tongue and looked guilty。 Eve； guessing the agony of modesty； was enjoying the pause； but when David twisted his hat as if he meant to go； she looked at him and smiled。
〃Monsieur David；〃 she said； 〃if you are not going to pass the evening at Mme。 de Bargeton's； we can spend the time together。 It is fine； shall we take a walk along the Charente？ We will have a talk about Lucien。〃
David longed to fling himself at the feet of this delicious girl。 Eve had rewarded him beyond his hopes by that tone in her voice； the kindness of her accent had solved the difficulties of the position； her suggestion was something better than praise； it was the first grace given by love。
〃But give me time to dress！〃 she said； as David made as if to go at once。
David went out； he who all his life long had not known one tune from another； was humming to himself； honest Postel hearing him with surprise； conceived a vehement suspicion of Eve's feelings towards the printer。
The most trifling things that happened that evening made a great impression on Lucien； and his character was peculiarly susceptible to first impressions。 Like all inexperienced lovers he arrived so early that Louise was not in the drawing…room； but M。 de Bargeton was there； alone。 Lucien had already begun to serve his apprenticeship in the practice of the small deceits with which the lover of a married woman pays for his happinessdeceits through which； moreover； she learns the extent of her power； but so far Lucien had not met the lady's husband face to face。
M。 de Bargeton's intellect was of the limited kind； exactly poised on the border line between harmless vacancy； with some glimmerings of sense； and the excessive stupidity that can neither take in nor give out any idea。 He was thoroughly impressed with the idea of doing his duty in society； and； doing his utmost to be agreeable； had adopted the smile of an opera dancer as his sole method of expression。 Satisfied； he smiled； dissatisfied； he smiled again。 He smiled at good news and evil tidings； with slight modifications the smile did duty on all occasions。 If he was positively obliged to express his personal approval； a complacent laugh reinforced the smile； but he never vouchsafed a word until driven to the last extremity。 A tete…a…tete put him in the one embarrassment of his vegetative existence； for then he was obliged to look for something to say in the vast blank of his vacant interior。 He usually got out of the difficulty by a return to the artless ways of childhood； he thou