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stice。 I had this portrait by me for a few days after her death； and the likeness was so astonishing that it has helped to refresh my memory in regard to some points which I might not otherwise have remembered。
Some among the details of this chapter did not reach me until later； but I write them here so as not to be obliged to return to them when the story itself has begun。
Marguerite was always present at every first night； and passed every evening either at the theatre or the ball。 Whenever there was a new piece she was certain to be seen； and she invariably had three things with her on the ledge of her ground…floor box： her opera…glass； a bag of sweets； and a bouquet of camellias。
For twenty…five days of the month the camellias were white； and for five they were red； no one ever knew the reason of this change of colour； which I mention though I can not explain it； it was noticed both by her friends and by the habitue's of the theatres to which she most often went。 She was never seen with any flowers but camellias。 At the florist's； Madame Barjon's； she had come to be called 〃the Lady of the Camellias；〃 and the name stuck to her。
Like all those who move in a certain set in Paris； I knew that Marguerite had lived with some of the most fashionable young men in society； that she spoke of it openly； and that they themselves boasted of it； so that all seemed equally pleased with one another。 Nevertheless； for about three years； after a visit to Bagnees； she was said to be living with an old duke； a foreigner； enormously rich； who had tried to remove her as far as possible from her former life； and； as it seemed； entirely to her own satisfaction。
This is what I was told on the subject。 In the spring of 1847 Marguerite was so ill that the doctors ordered her to take the waters； and she went to Bagneres。 Among the invalids was the daughter of this duke； she was not only suffering from the same complaint； but she was so like Marguerite in appearance that they might have been taken for sisters； the young duchess was in the last stage of consumption； and a few days after Marguerite's arrival she died。 One morning； the duke； who had remained at Bagneres to be near the soil that had buried a part of his heart； caught sight of Marguerite at a turn of the road。 He seemed to see the shadow of his child； and going up to her； he took her hands； embraced and wept over her； and without even asking her who she was； begged her to let him love in her the living image of his dead child。 Marguerite； alone at Bagneres with her maid； and not being in any fear of compromising herself； granted the duke's request。 Some people who knew her； happening to be at Bagneres； took upon themselves to explain Mademoiselle Gautier's true position to the duke。 It was a blow to the old man； for the resemblance with his daughter was ended in one direction； but it was too late。 She had become a necessity to his heart； his only pretext； his only excuse； for living。 He made no reproaches； he had indeed no right to do so； but he asked her if she felt herself capable of changing her mode of life； offering her in return for the sacrifice every compensation that she could desire。 She consented。
It must be said that Marguerite was just then very ill。 The past seemed to her sensitive nature as if it were one of the main causes of her illness； and a sort of superstition led her to hope that God would restore to her both health and beauty in return for her repentance and conversion。 By the end of the summer； the waters； sleep； the natural fatigue of long walks； had indeed more or less restored her health。 The duke accompanied her to Paris； where he continued to see her as he had done at Bagneres。
This liaison； whose motive and origin were quite unknown； caused a great sensation； for the duke； already known for his immense fortune； now became known for his prodigality。 All this was set down to the debauchery of a rich old man； and everything was believed except the truth。 The father's sentiment for Marguerite had； in truth； so pure a cause that anything but a communion of hearts would have seemed to him a kind of incest； and he had never spoken to her a word which his daughter might not have heard。
Far be it from me to make out our heroine to be anything but what she was。 As long as she remained at Bagneres； the promise she had made to the duke had not been hard to keep； and she had kept it； but； once back in Paris； it seemed to her； accustomed to a life of dissipation； of balls； of orgies； as if the solitude； only interrupted by the duke's stated visits； would kill her with boredom； and the hot breath of her old life came back across her head and heart。
We must add that Marguerite had returned more beautiful than she had ever been； she was but twenty； and her malady； sleeping but not subdued； continued to give her those feverish desires which are almost always the result of diseases of the chest。
It was a great grief to the duke when his friends； always on the lookout for some scandal on the part of the woman with whom； it seemed to them； he was compromising himself； came to tell him； indeed to prove to him； that at times when she was sure of not seeing him she received other visits； and that these visits were often prolonged till the following day。 On being questioned； Marguerite admitted everything to the duke； and advised him； without arriere…pensee； to concern himself with her no longer； for she felt incapable of carrying out what she had undertaken； and she did not wish to go on accepting benefits from a man whom she was deceiving。 The duke did not return for a week； it was all he could do； and on the eighth day he came to beg Marguerite to let him still visit her； promising that he would take her as she was； so long as he might see her； and swearing that he would never utter a reproach against her； not though he were to die of it。
This； then； was the state of things three months after Marguerite's return； that is to say； in November or December； 1842。
Chapter 3
At one o'clock on the 16th I went to the Rue d'Antin。 The voice of the auctioneer could be heard from the outer door。 The rooms were crowded with people。 There were all the celebrities of the most elegant impropriety； furtively examined by certain great ladies who had again seized the opportunity of the sale in order to be able to see； close at hand； women whom they might never have another occasion of meeting； and whom they envied perhaps in secret for their easy pleasures。 The Duchess of F。 elbowed Mlle。 A。； one of the most melancholy examples of our modern courtesan； the Marquis de T。 hesitated over a piece of furniture the price of which was being run high by Mme。 D。； the most elegant and famous adulteress of our time； the Duke of Y。； who in Madrid is supposed to be ruining himself in Paris； and in Paris to be ruining himself in Madrid； and who； as a matter of fact； never even reaches the limit of his income； talked with Mme。 M。； one of our wittiest story…tellers； who from time to time writes what she says and signs what she writes； while at the same time he exchanged confidential glances with Mme。 de N。； a fair ornament of the Champs…Elysees； almost always dressed in pink