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meant to have the full benefit of her headache； and her speculation was fully successful。 The General； poor man； was really distressed by the lady's simulated distress。
Like Crillon listening to the story of the Crucifixion； he was ready to draw his sword against the vapours。 How could a man dare to speak just then to this suffering woman of the love that she inspired？ Armand had already felt that it would be absurd to fire off a declaration of love point…blank at one so far above other women。 With a single thought came understanding of the delicacies of feeling； of the soul's requirements。 To love： what was that but to know how to plead； to beg for alms； to wait？ And as for the love that he felt； must he not prove it？ His tongue was mute； it was frozen by the conventions of the noble Faubourg； the majesty of a sick headache； the bashfulness of love。 But no power on earth could veil his glances； the heat and the Infinite of the desert blazed in eyes calm as a panther's； beneath the lids that fell so seldom。 The Duchess enjoyed the steady gaze that enveloped her in light and warmth。
〃Mme la Duchesse；〃 he answered； 〃I am afraid I express my gratitude for your goodness very badly。 At this moment I have but one desireI wish it were in my power to cure the pain。〃
〃Permit me to throw this off； I feel too warm now；〃 she said； gracefully tossing aside a cushion that covered her feet。
〃Madame； in Asia your feet would be worth some ten thousand sequins。
〃A traveller's compliment！〃 smiled she。
It pleased the sprightly lady to involve a rough soldier in a labyrinth of nonsense； commonplaces； and meaningless talk； in which he manoeuvred； in military language； as Prince Charles might have done at close quarters with Napoleon。 She took a mischievous amusement in reconnoitring the extent of his infatuation by the number of foolish speeches extracted from a novice whom she led step by step into a hopeless maze； meaning to leave him there in confusion。 She began by laughing at him； but nevertheless it pleased her to make him forget how time went。
The length of a first visit is frequently a compliment； but Armand was innocent of any such intent。 The famous explorer spent an hour in chat on all sorts of subjects； said nothing that he meant to say； and was feeling that he was only an instrument on whom this woman played； when she rose； sat upright； drew the scarf from her hair； and wrapped it about her throat； leant her elbow on the cushions； did him the honour of a complete cure； and rang for lights。 The most graceful movement succeeded to complete repose。 She turned to M。 de Montriveau； from whom she had just extracted a confidence which seemed to interest her deeply； and said
〃You wish to make game of me by trying to make me believe that you have never loved。 It is a man's great pretension with us。 And we always believe it！ Out of pure politeness。 Do we not know what to expect from it for ourselves？ Where is the man that has found but a single opportunity of losing his heart？ But you love to deceive us； and we submit to be deceived； poor foolish creatures that we are； for your hypocrisy is； after all； a homage paid to the superiority of our sentiments； which are all purity。〃
The last words were spoken with a disdainful pride that made the novice in love feel like a worthless bale flung into the deep； while the Duchess was an angel soaring back to her particular heaven。
〃Confound it！〃 thought Armand de Montriveau； 〃how am I to tell this wild thing that I love her？〃
He had told her already a score of times； or rather； the Duchess had a score of times read his secret in his eyes； and the passion in this unmistakably great man promised her amusement； and an interest in her empty life。 So she prepared with no little dexterity to raise a certain number of redoubts for him to carry by storm before he should gain an entrance into her heart。 Montriveau should overleap one difficulty after another； he should be a plaything for her caprice； just as an insect teased by children is made to jump from one finger to another； and in spite of all its pains is kept in the same place by its mischievous tormentor。 And yet it gave the Duchess inexpressible happiness to see that this strong man had told her the truth。 Armand had never loved； as he had said。 He was about to go； in a bad humour with himself； and still more out of humour with her； but it delighted her to see a sullenness that she could conjure away with a word； a glance； or a gesture。
〃Will you come tomorrow evening？〃 she asked。 〃I am going to a ball； but I shall stay at home for you until ten o'clock。〃
Montriveau spent most of the next day in smoking an indeterminate quantity of cigars in his study window； and so got through the hours till he could dress and go to the Hotel de Langeais。 To anyone who had known the magnificent worth of the man； it would have been grievous to see him grown so small； so distrustful of himself； the mind that might have shed light over undiscovered worlds shrunk to the proportions of a she…coxcomb's boudoir。 Even he himself felt that he had fallen so low already in his happiness that to save his life he could not have told his love to one of his closest friends。 Is there not always a trace of shame in the lover's bashfulness； and perhaps in woman a certain exultation over diminished masculine stature？ Indeed； but for a host of motives of this kind； how explain why women are nearly always the first to betray the secret？a secret of which； perhaps； they soon weary。
〃Mme la Duchesse cannot see visitors； monsieur；〃 said the man； 〃she is dressing； she begs you to wait for her here。〃
Armand walked up and down the drawing…room； studying her taste in the least details。 He admired Mme de Langeais herself in the objects of her choosing； they revealed her life before he could grasp her personality and ideas。 About an hour later the Duchess came noiselessly out of her chamber。 Montriveau turned； saw her flit like a shadow across the room； and trembled。 She came up to him； not with a bourgeoise's enquiry； 〃How do I look？〃 She was sure of herself； her steady eyes said plainly； 〃I am adorned to please you。〃
No one surely； save the old fairy godmother of some princess in disguise； could have wound a cloud of gauze about the dainty throat； so that the dazzling satin skin beneath should gleam through the gleaming folds。 The Duchess was dazzling。 The pale blue colour of her gown； repeated in the flowers in her hair； appeared by the richness of its hue to lend substance to a fragile form grown too wholly ethereal； for as she glided towards Armand； the loose ends of her scarf floated about her； putting that valiant warrior in mind of the bright damosel flies that hover now over water； now over the flowers with which they seem to mingle and blend。
〃I have kept you waiting；〃 she said； with the tone that a woman can always bring into her voice for the man whom she wishes to please。
〃I would wait patiently through an eternity；〃 said he； 〃if I were sure of finding a divinity so fair； but it is no compliment to speak of your beauty to you； nothing save worship could touch you。 Suffer me only to kiss your scarf。〃