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n purpose for days in the country。 With her unchanging good…humour and her eternal appetite； she never left a dull moment to those whom she was with； and was perfectly happy in ordering eggs； cherries； milk； stewed rabbit； and all the rest of the traditional lunch in the country。
We had now only to decide where we should go。 It was once more Prudence who settled the difficulty。
〃Do you want to go to the real country？〃 she asked。
〃Yes。〃
〃Well； let us go to Bougival； at the Point du Jour； at Widow Arnould's。 Armand； order an open carriage。〃
An hour and a half later we were at Widow Arnould's。
Perhaps you know the inn； which is a hotel on week days and a tea garden on Sundays。 There is a magnificent view from the garden； which is at the height of an ordinary first floor。 On the left the Aqueduct of Marly closes in the horizon； on the right one looks across bill after hill； the river； almost without current at that spot； unrolls itself like a large white watered ribbon between the plain of the Gabillons and the island of Croissy； lulled eternally by the trembling of its high poplars and the murmur of its willows。 Beyond； distinct in the sunlight； rise little white houses； with red roofs； and manufactories； which； at that distance； put an admirable finish to the landscape。 Beyond that； Paris in the mist！ As Prudence had told us； it was the real country； and； I must add； it was a real lunch。
It is not only out of gratitude for the happiness I owe it； but Bougival； in spite of its horrible name； is one of the prettiest places that it is possible to imagine。 I have travelled a good deal； and seen much grander things； but none more charming than this little village gaily seated at the foot of the hill which protects it。
Mme。 Arnould asked us if we would take a boat； and Marguerite and Prudence accepted joyously。
People have always associated the country with love； and they have done well； nothing affords so fine a frame for the woman whom one loves as the blue sky； the odours； the flowers； the breeze； the shining solitude of fields； or woods。 However much one loves a woman； whatever confidence one may have in her； whatever certainty her past may offer us as to her future； one is always more or less jealous。 If you have been in love； you must have felt the need of isolating from this world the being in whom you would live wholly。 It seems as if； however indifferent she may be to her surroundings； the woman whom one loves loses something of her perfume and of her unity at the contact of men and things。 As for me； I experienced that more than most。 Mine was not an ordinary love； I was as much in love as an ordinary creature could be； but with Marguerite Gautier； that is to say； that at Paris； at every step； I might elbow the man who had already been her lover or who was about to； while in the country； surrounded by people whom we had never seen and who had no concern with us； alone with nature in the spring…time of the year； that annual pardon； and shut off from the noise of the city； I could hide my love； and love without shame or fear。
The courtesan disappeared little by little。 I had by me a young and beautiful woman； whom I loved； and who loved me； and who was called Marguerite； the past had no more reality and the future no more clouds。 The sun shone upon my mistress as it might have shone upon the purest bride。 We walked together in those charming spots which seemed to have been made on purpose to recall the verses of Lamartine or to sing the melodies of Scudo。 Marguerite was dressed in white； she leaned on my arm； saying over to me again under the starry sky the words she had said to me the day before； and far off the world went on its way； without darkening with its shadow the radiant picture of our youth and love。
That was the dream that the hot sun brought to me that day through the leaves of the trees； as； lying on the grass of the island on which we had landed； I let my thought wander； free from the human links that had bound it； gathering to itself every hope that came in its way。
Add to this that from the place where I was I could see on the shore a charming little house of two stories； with a semicircular railing； through the railing； in front of the house； a green lawn； smooth as velvet； and behind the house a little wood full of mysterious retreats； where the moss must efface each morning the pathway that had been made the day before。 Climbing flowers clung about the doorway of this uninhabited house； mounting as high as the first story。
I looked at the house so long that I began by thinking of it as mine； so perfectly did it embody the dream that I was dreaming； I saw Marguerite and myself there； by day in the little wood that covered the hillside； in the evening seated on the grass； and I asked myself if earthly creatures had ever been so happy as we should be。
〃What a pretty house！〃 Marguerite said to me； as she followed the direction of my gaze and perhaps of my thought。
〃Where？〃 asked Prudence。
〃Yonder；〃 and Marguerite pointed to the house in question。
〃Ah； delicious！〃 replied Prudence。 〃Do you like it？〃
〃Very much。〃
〃Well； tell the duke to take it for you； he would do so； I am sure。 I'll see about it if you like。〃
Marguerite looked at me； as if to ask me what I thought。 My dream vanished at the last words of Prudence； and brought me back to reality so brutally that I was still stunned with the fall。
〃Yes； yes； an excellent idea；〃 I stammered； not knowing what I was saying。
〃Well； I will arrange that；〃 said Marguerite； freeing my hand； and interpreting my words according to her own desire。 〃Let us go and see if it is to let。〃
The house was empty； and to let for two thousand francs。
〃Would you be happy here？〃 she said to me。
〃Am I sure of coming here？〃
〃And for whom else should I bury myself here； if not for you？〃
〃Well； then； Marguerite； let me take it myself。〃
〃You are mad； not only is it unnecessary； but it would be dangerous。 You know perfectly well that I have no right to accept it save from one man。 Let me alone； big baby； and say nothing。〃
〃That means；〃 said Prudence； 〃that when I have two days free I will come and spend them with you。〃
We left the house； and started on our return to Paris； talking over the new plan。 I held Marguerite in my arms； and as I got down from the carriage； I had already begun to look upon her arrangement with less critical eyes。
Chapter 17
Next day Marguerite sent me away very early； saying that the duke was coming at an early hour； and promising to write to me the moment he went； and to make an appointment for the evening。 In the course of the day I received this note：
〃I am going to Bougival with the duke； be at Prudence's to…night at eight。〃
At the appointed hour Marguerite came to me at Mme。 Duvernoy's。 〃Well； it is all settled；〃 she said； as she entered。 〃The house is taken？〃 asked Prudence。 〃Yes； he agreed at once。〃
I did not know the duke； but I felt ashamed of deceiving him。
〃But that is not all；〃 continued Marguerite。
〃What else is there？〃
〃I have been seeing about a place for Armand to stay。〃
〃In the same house？〃 asked Prudence； laughing。
〃No； at Point du