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own tastes and amusements； and left his wife at liberty to do as she pleased so soon as he felt sure of her character。 He recognised in her a spirit pre…eminently proud； a cold heart； a profound submissiveness to the usages of the world； and a youthful loyalty。 Under the eyes of great relations； with the light of a prudish and bigoted Court turned full upon the Duchess； his honour was safe。
So the Duke calmly did as the grands seigneurs of the eighteenth century did before him； and left a young wife of two…and…twenty to her own devices。 He had deeply offended that wife； and in her nature there was one appalling characteristicshe would never forgive an offence when woman's vanity and self…love； with all that was best in her nature perhaps； had been slighted； wounded in secret。 Insult and injury in the face of the world a woman loves to forget； there is a way open to her of showing herself great； she is a woman in her forgiveness； but a secret offence women never pardon； for secret baseness； as for hidden virtues and hidden love； they have no kindness
This was Mme la Duchesse de Langeais's real position； unknown to the world。 She herself did not reflect upon it。 It was the time of the rejoicings over the Duc de Berri's marriage。 The Court and the Faubourg roused itself from its listlessness and reserve。
This was the real beginning of that unheard…of splendour which the Government of the Restoration carried too far。 At that time the Duchess； whether for reasons of her own； or from vanity； never appeared in public without a following of women equally distinguished by name and fortune。 As queen of fashion she had her dames d'atours； her ladies； who modelled their manner and their wit on hers。 They had been cleverly chosen。 None of her satellites belonged to the inmost Court circle； nor to the highest level of the Faubourg Saint…Germain； but they had set their minds upon admission to those inner sanctuaries。 Being as yet simple dominations； they wished to rise to the neighbourhood of the throne； and mingle with the seraphic powers in the high sphere known as le petit chateau。 Thus surrounded； the Duchess's position was stronger and more commanding and secure。 Her 〃ladies〃 defended her character and helped her to play her detestable part of a woman of fashion。 She could laugh at men at her ease； play with fire； receive the homage on which the feminine nature is nourished； and remain mistress of herself。
At Paris； in the highest society of all； a woman is a woman still； she lives on incense； adulation； and honours。 No beauty； however undoubted； no face； however fair； is anything without admiration。 Flattery and a lover are proofs of power。 And what is power without recognition？ Nothing。 If the prettiest of women were left alone in a corner of a drawing…room； she would droop。 Put her in the very centre and summit of social grandeur； she will at once aspire to reign over all heartsoften because it is out of her power to be the happy queen of one。 Dress and manner and coquetry are all meant to please one of the poorest creatures extantthe brainless coxcomb； whose handsome face is his sole merit； it was for such as these that women threw themselves away。 The gilded wooden idols of the Restoration； for they were neither more nor less； had neither the antecedents of the petits maitres of the time of the Fronde； nor the rough sterling worth of Napoleon's heroes； not the wit and fine manners of their grandsires； but something of all three they meant to be without any trouble to themselves。 Brave they were； like all young Frenchmen； ability they possessed； no doubt； if they had had a chance of proving it； but their places were filled up by the old worn…out men； who kept them in leading strings。 It was a day of small things； a cold prosaic era。 Perhaps it takes a long time for a Restoration to become a Monarchy。
For the past eighteen months the Duchesse de Langeais had been leading this empty life； filled with balls and subsequent visits； objectless triumphs； and the transient loves that spring up and die in an evening's space。 All eyes were turned on her when she entered a room； she reaped her harvest of flatteries and some few words of warmer admiration； which she encouraged by a gesture or a glance； but never suffered to penetrate deeper than the skin。 Her tone and bearing and everything else about her imposed her will upon others。 Her life was a sort of fever of vanity and perpetual enjoyment； which turned her head。 She was daring enough in conversation； she would listen to anything； corrupting the surface； as it were； of her heart。 Yet when she returned home； she often blushed at the story that had made her laugh； at the scandalous tale that supplied the details； on the strength of which she analysed the love that she had never known； and marked the subtle distinctions of modern passion； not with comment on the part of complacent hypocrites。 For women know how to say everything among themselves； and more of them are ruined by each other than corrupted by men。
There came a moment when she discerned that not until a woman is loved will the world fully recognise her beauty and her wit。 What does a husband prove？ Simply that a girl or woman was endowed with wealth； or well brought up； that her mother managed cleverly that in some way she satisfied a man's ambitions。 A lover constantly bears witness to her personal perfections。 Then followed the discovery still in Mme de Langeais's early womanhood； that it was possible to be loved without committing herself； without permission； without vouchsafing any satisfaction beyond the most meagre dues。 There was more than one demure feminine hypocrite to instruct her in the art of playing such dangerous comedies。
So the Duchess had her court； and the number of her adorers and courtiers guaranteed her virtue。 She was amiable and fascinating； she flirted till the ball or the evening's gaiety was at an end。 Then the curtain dropped。 She was cold； indifferent； self…contained again till the next day brought its renewed sensations； superficial as before。 Two or three men were completely deceived； and fell in love in earnest。 She laughed at them； she was utterly insensible。 〃I am loved！〃 she told herself。 〃He loves me！〃 The certainty sufficed her。 It is enough for the miser to know that his every whim might be fulfilled if he chose； so it was with the Duchess； and perhaps she did not even go so far as to form a wish。
One evening she chanced to be at the house of an intimate friend Mme la Vicomtesse de Fontaine； one of the humble rivals who cordially detested her； and went with her everywhere。 In a 〃friendship〃 of this sort both sides are on their guard； and never lay their armour aside； confidences are ingeniously indiscreet； and not unfrequently treacherous。 Mme de Langeais had distributed her little patronising； friendly； or freezing bows； with the air natural to a woman who knows the worth of her smiles； when her eyes fell upon a total stranger。 Something in the man's large gravity of aspect startled her； and； with a feeling almost like dread； she turned to Mme de Maufrigneuse with； 〃Who is the newcomer； dear？〃
〃Someone that you have