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e。 The General's companion chanced to be a man for whom he felt a kind of repulsion whenever he met him in other houses。 This was the Marquis de Ronquerolles； whose reputation had grown so great in Paris boudoirs。 He was witty； clever； and what was morecourageous； he set the fashion to all the young men in Paris。 As a man of gallantry； his success and experience were equally matters of envy； and neither fortune nor birth was wanting in his case； qualifications which add such lustre in Paris to a reputation as a leader of fashion。
〃Where are you going？〃 asked M。 de Ronquerolles。
〃To Mme de Langeais's。〃
〃Ah； true。 I forgot that you had allowed her to lime you。 You are wasting your affections on her when they might be much better employed elsewhere。 I could have told you of half a score of women in the financial world； any one of them a thousand times better worth your while than that titled courtesan； who does with her brains what less artificial women do with〃
〃What is this； my dear fellow？〃 Armand broke in。 〃The Duchess is an angel of innocence。〃
Ronquerolles began to laugh。
〃Things being thus； dear boy；〃 said he； 〃it is my duty to enlighten you。 Just a word； there is no harm in it between ourselves。 Has the Duchess surrendered？ If so； I have nothing more to say。 Come； give me your confidence。 There is no occasion to waste your time in grafting your great nature on that unthankful stock； when all your hopes and cultivation will come to nothing。〃
Armand ingenuously made a kind of general report of his position； enumerating with much minuteness the slender rights so hardly won。 Ronquerolles burst into a peal of laughter so heartless； that it would have cost any other man his life。 But from their manner of speaking and looking at each other during that colloquy beneath the wall； in a corner almost as remote from intrusion as the desert itself； it was easy to imagine the friendship between the two men knew no bounds； and that no power on earth could estrange them。
〃My dear Armand； why did you not tell me that the Duchess was a puzzle to you？ I would have given you a little advice which might have brought your flirtation properly through。 You must know； to begin with； that the women of our Faubourg； like any other women； love to steep themselves in love； but they have a mind to possess and not to be possessed。 They have made a sort of compromise with human nature。 The code of their parish gives them a pretty wide latitude short of the last transgression。 The sweets enjoyed by this fair Duchess of yours are so many venial sins to be washed away in the waters of penitence。 But if you had the impertinence to ask in earnest for the moral sin to which naturally you are sure to attach the highest importance； you would see the deep disdain with which the door of the boudoir and the house would be incontinently shut upon you。 The tender Antoinette would dismiss everything from her memory； you would be less than a cipher for her。 She would wipe away your kisses； my dear friend； as indifferently as she would perform her ablutions。
She would sponge love from her cheeks as she washes off rouge。 We know women of that sortthe thorough…bred Parisienne。 Have you ever noticed a grisette tripping along the street？ Her face is as good as a picture。 A pretty cap； fresh cheeks； trim hair； a guileful smile； and the rest of her almost neglected。 Is not this true to the life？ Well； that is the Parisienne。 She knows that her face is all that will be seen； so she devotes all her care； finery； and vanity to her head。 The Duchess is the same； the head is everything with her。 She can only feel through her intellect； her heart lies in her brain； she is a sort of intellectual epicure； she has a head…voice。 We call that kind of poor creature a Lais of the intellect。 You have been taken in like a boy。 If you doubt it； you can have proof of it tonight； this morning； this instant。 Go up to her； try the demand as an experiment； insist peremptorily if it is refused。 You might set about it like the late Marechal de Richelieu； and get nothing for your pains。〃
Armand was dumb with amazement。
〃Has your desire reached the point of infatuation？〃
〃I want her at any cost！〃 Montriveau cried out despairingly。
〃Very well。 Now； look here。 Be as inexorable as she is herself。 Try to humiliate her； to sting her vanity。 Do NOT try to move her heart； nor her soul； but the woman's nerves and temperament； for she is both nervous and lymphatic。 If you can once awaken desire in her； you are safe。 But you must drop these romantic boyish notions of yours。 If when once you have her in your eagle's talons you yield a point or draw back； if you so much as stir an eyelid； if she thinks that she can regain her ascendancy over you； she will slip out of your clutches like a fish； and you will never catch her again。 Be as inflexible as law。 Show no more charity than the headsman。 Hit hard； and then hit again。 Strike and keep on striking as if you were giving her the knout。 Duchesses are made of hard stuff； my dear Armand； there is a sort of feminine nature that is only softened by repeated blows； and as suffering develops a heart in women of that sort； so it is a work of charity not to spare the rod。 Do you persevere。 Ah！ when pain has thoroughly relaxed those nerves and softened the fibres that you take to be so pliant and yielding； when a shrivelled heart has learned to expand and contract and to beat under this discipline； when the brain has capitulatedthen； perhaps； passion may enter among the steel springs of this machinery that turns out tears and affectations and languors and melting phrases； then you shall see a most magnificent conflagration （always supposing that the chimney takes fire）。 The steel feminine system will glow red…hot like iron in the forge； that kind of heat lasts longer than any other； and the glow of it may possibly turn to love。
〃Still；〃 he continued； 〃I have my doubts。 And； after all； is it worth while to take so much trouble with the Duchess？ Between ourselves a man of my stamp ought first to take her in hand and break her in； I would make a charming woman of her； she is a thoroughbred； whereas； you two left to yourselves will never get beyond the A B C。 But you are in love with her； and just now you might not perhaps share my views on this subject。 A pleasant time to you； my children；〃 added Ronquerolles； after a pause。 Then with a laugh： 〃I have decided myself for facile beauties； they are tender； at any rate； the natural woman appears in their love without any of your social seasonings。 A woman that haggles over herself； my poor boy； and only means to inspire love！ Well； have her like an extra horsefor show。 The match between the sofa and confessional； black and white； queen and knight； conscientious scruples and pleasure； is an uncommonly amusing game of chess。 And if a man knows the game； let him be never so little of a rake； he wins in three moves。 Now； if I undertook a woman of that sort； I should start with the deliberate purpose of〃 His voice sank to a whisper over the last words in Armand's ear； and he went before there was time to reply。
As for Montriveau；