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ought of her simply as a friend; the most adorable of friends。 But the idea that Maranne was interested in her; that she no doubt returned this regard; gave him the jealous shiver of an annoyance; and it was with some considerable sharpness that he inquired whether Mlle。 Joyeuse was aware of this sentiment of Andre's and had in any way authorized him thus to proclaim his rights。

〃Yes; monsieur; Mlle。 Elise knows that I love her; and before your frequent visits〃

〃Elise? It is of Elise you are speaking?〃

〃And of whom; then; should I be speaking? The two others are too young。〃

He fully entered into the traditions of the family; this Andre。 For him; Bonne Maman's age of twenty years; her triumphant grace; were obscured by a surname full of respect and the attributes of a Providence which seemed to cling to her。

A very brief explanation having calmed Andre Maranne's mind; he offered his apologies to de Gery; begged him to sit down in the arm… chair of carved wood which was used by his sitters; and their conversation quickly assumed an intimate and sympathetic character; brought about by the so abrupt avowal at its opening。 Paul confessed that he; too; was in love; and that he came so often to M。 Joyeuse's only in order to speak of her whom he loved with Bonne Maman; who had known her formerly。

〃That is my case; too;〃 said Andre。 〃Bonne Maman knows all my secrets; but we have not yet ventured to say anything to the father。 My position is too unsatisfactory。 Ah; when I shall have got /Revolt/ produced!〃

Then they talked of that famous drama; /Revolt/; upon which he had been at work for six months; day and night; which had kept him warm all the winter; a very severe winter; but whose rigours the magic of composition had tempered in the little studio; which it transformed。 It was there; within that narrow space; that all the heroes of his piece had appeared to his poet's vision like familiar gnomes dropped from the roof or riding moon…beams; and with them the gorgeous tapestries; the glittering chandeliers; the park scenes with their gleaming flights of steps; all the luxurious circumstance expected in stage effects; as well as the glorious tumult of his first night; the applause of which was represented for him by the rain beating on the glass roof and the boards rattling in the door; while the wind; driving below over the murky timber…yard with a noise as of far…off voices; borne near and anew carried off into the distance; resembled the murmurs from the boxes opened on the corridor to let the news of his success circulate among the gossip and wonderment of the crowd。 It was not only fame and money that it was destined to procure him; this thrice…blessed play; but something also more precious still。 With what care accordingly did he not turn over the leaves of the manuscript in five thick books; all bound in blue; books like those that the Levantine was accustomed to strew about on the divan where she took her siestas; and that she marked with her managerial pencil。

Paul; having in his turn approached the table in order to examine the masterpiece had his glance attracted by a richly framed portrait of a woman; which; placed so near to the artist's work; seemed to be there to preside over it。 Elise; doubtless? Oh; no; Andre had not yet the right to bring out from its protecting case the portrait of his little friend。 This was a woman of about forty; gentle of aspect; fair; and extremely elegant。 As he perceived her; de Gery could not suppress an exclamation。

〃You know her?〃 asked Andre Maranne。

〃Why; yes。 Mme。 Jenkins; the wife of the Irish doctor。 I have had supper at their house this winter。〃

〃She is my mother。〃 And the young man added in a lower tone:

〃Mme。 Maranne made a second marriage with Dr。 Jenkins。 You are surprised; are you not; to see me in these poor surroundings; while my relatives are living in the midst of luxury? But; you know; the chances of family life sometimes group together natures that differ very widely。 My stepfather and I have never been able to understand each other。 He wished to make me a doctor; whereas my only taste was for writing。 So at last; in order to avoid the continual discussions which were painful to my mother; I preferred to leave the house and plough my furrow alone; without the help of anybody。 A rough business。 Funds were wanting。 The whole fortune has gone to thatto M。 Jenkins。 The question was to earn a livelihood; and you are aware what a difficult thing that is for people like ourselves; supposed to be well brought…up。 To think that among all the accomplishments gained from what we are accustomed to call a complete education; this child's play was the only thing I could find by which I could hope to earn my bread。 A few savings; my own purse; slender like that of most young men; served to buy my first outfit and I installed myself here far away; in the remotest region of Paris; in order not to embarrass my relatives。 Between ourselves; I don't expect to make a fortune out of photography。 The first days especially were very difficult。 Nobody came; or if by chance some unfortunate wight did mount; I made a failure of him; got on my plate only an image blurred and vague as a phantom。 One day; at the very beginning; a wedding…party came up to me; the bride all in white; the bridegroom with a waistcoatlike that! And all the guests in white gloves; which they insisted on keeping on for the portrait on account of the rarity of such an event with them。 No; I thought I should go mad。 Those black faces; the great white patches made by the dresses; the gloves; the orange…blossoms; the unlucky bride; looking like a queen of Niam…niam under her wreath merging indistinguishably into her hair。 And all of them so full of good…will; of encouragements to the artist。 I began them over again at least twenty times; and kept them till five o'clock in the evening。 And then they only left me because it was time for dinner。 Can you imagine that wedding…day passed at a photographer's?〃

While Andre was recounting to him with this good humour the troubles of his life; Paul recalled the tirade of Felicia that day when Bohemians had been mentioned; and all that she had said to Jenkins of their lofty courage; avid of privations and trials。 He thought also of Aline's passion for her beloved Paris; of which he himself was only acquainted; for his part; with the unwholesome eccentricities; while the great city hid in its recesses so many unknown heroisms and noble illusions。 This last impression; already experienced within the sheltered circle of the Joyeuse's great lamp; he received perhaps still more vividly in this atmosphere; less warm; less peaceful; wherein art also entered to add its despairing or glorious uncertainty; and it was with a moved heart that he listened to Andre Maranne as he spoke to him of Elise; of the examinations which it was taking her so long to pass; of the difficulties of photography; of all that unforeseen element in his life which would end certainly 〃when he could have secured the production of /Revolt/;〃 a charming smile accompanying on the poet's lips this so often expressed hope; which he was wont himself to hasten to make fun of; as though to deprive others of the right to do so。



MEMOIRS OF AN OFFICE PORTER SERVANTS

Truly Fortune in Paris has bewildering turns of the wheel!

To have seen the Territorial Bank as I have seen it; the rooms without fires; never swept; the desert with its dust; protested bills piled high as /that/ on the desks; every week a notice of sale posted at the door; my stew spreading throughout the whole place the odour of a poor man's kitchen; and then to witness now the reconstitution of our company in its newly furnished halls; in which I have orders to light fires big enough for a Government department; amid a busy crowd; blowings of whistles; electric bells; gold pieces piled up till they fall over; it savours of miracle。 I need to look at myself in the glass before I can believe it; to see in the mirror my iron…gray coat; trimmed with silver; my white tie; my usher's chain like the one I used to wear at the Faculty on the days when there were sittings。 And to think that to work this transformation; to bring back to our

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