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" It seems to me as if I looked like a fright this theology of Egypt not to know that in the humorning,” said Madame Corneuil, who thought man world, as in the divine, the struggle between nothing of the sort.

the two principles ends generally in the triumph “ You are beautiful as the day, my dear of the good, that Typhon finally submits to be countess, and I defy all the marquises in the disarmed, and Horus, the beneficent deity, takes world"

in hand the government of the universe. The “No, I will not receive this great-uncle," be- Count de Penneville's face expressed profound gan Hortense again, as she pushed aside the faith in the final triumph of Horus, the benefimirror; "you may receive him in my place. Do cent deity. you think I am obliged to endure impertinences?" The ice was entirely broken when Madame

“There you are !-you are putting things at Corneuil made her appearance. We may easily their worst; you are getting excited, forgetting believe that she had taken great pains for this yourself, and rushing at conclusions."

occasion with her toilet and the arrangement of “I tell you once more, I am ill."

her hair ; her half-mourning was most charming. “My dear idol, one must never be ill except It must be granted that there are queens who at the suitable moment; and in this case take strongly resemble ordinary people, so there are care, or he will fancy you are afraid of him.” ordinary people who resemble queens, barring

Madame Corneuil, on reflection, evidently was the crown and the king. That day Madame convinced that her mother was right, for she Corneuil was not merely a queen, she was a godsaid to her :

dess from head to foot. She might have been “Since you wish me to submit to be so bored, described as Juno appearing from a cloud. Neiso be it! Order my breakfast to be brought up, ther did she fail in her manner of entrance. On and send my maid to me."

seeing her approach, the Marquis could not re“Nothing could be better," answered Ma- press a thrill of emotion, and when he drew neardame Véretz. “Ah, my dear! I am not inflict- er to her to greet her with bowed head, he lost ing a bore upon you—it is a victory which I am his self-command, which seldom happened to preparing for you."

him, he stood confused, began several sentences At these words she withdrew, not without without being able to finish them: it is said that kissing her for the second time.

it was the first time in his life that such a mishap At two o'clock precisely, Madame Véretz, had happened to him. His disturbance was so seated in an ajoupa opposite the veranda of great that Horace, who usually never noticed anythe chalet, awaits the Count de Penneville and thing, could not help remarking it. Monsieur de Miraval ; at two o'clock precisely Monsieur de Miraval made a great effort, and the Marquis and the Count appeared on the hori- was not long in recovering his confidence and all zon. The presentation was de with proper his ease of manner. After a few trifling remarks, formality, and soon conversation began. Ma- he began to relate pleasantly several anecdotes dame Véretz was a woman of great tact in all of his diplomatic career, which he seasoned with difficult circumstances; the unexpected never graceful wit and a grain of salt. disconcerted her; she knew how to receive an As he told his little stories, he went on talking uncomfortable visitor as well as a disagreeable with himself. “There is no denying it, she is event. Monsieur de Miraval, however, gave her very beautiful; she is a superior woman, fit for a no occasion to practice that virtue. He was king. What eyes ! what hair! what shoulders ! thoroughly courteous and gracious; he brought Can she be the daughter of such a mother, and all the amiability and brilliancy of his past gran- that from that red hair comes all those beautiful, deur to bear on this occasion; he took as much fair locks? There is no denying, her beauty irripains as he formerly did for the sovereigns of the tates and exasperates me. If I were forty years world who gave him audience. Where was the younger, I would be one of her suitors. Really, use of having been a diplomate if not to possess she is superb. Can I find any fault with her? the art of talking a great deal without saying Yes, there is a restlessness in her eyes which I anything? He had words at his command, and, do not like. Her lips are rather thin-bah! that when it was necessary, a fuent eloquence, the is only a foible. Heaven be thanked ! there is no art of " pouring honey over oil,” as the Russian ink-spot on her finger-ends, but they are too taproverb has it. Everything went on well. Horace, pering, too nervous, and look like hands ready to who had greatly dreaded the interview, and who clutch. Her eyelids are too long—they can conat first appeared constrained and disturbed, was ceal a great deal. Her voice is well modulated, soon over his anxiety, and felt his embarrassment but metallic ; still, if I were forty years younger—" at an end. It was part of his character to be The Marquis went on telling stories. Maquickly reassured. He was not only a born dame Véretz was all ears, and smiled in the best optimist, but he had gone too deeply into the possible grace. As for Madame Corneuil, she


did not desist from a somewhat disdainful gravity neuil. “I have quite overawed him; I have made of bearing. She had come upon the scene with him afraid of me.” a certain part to play ; she had got it into her And so, applauding herself for having silenced head that she was to appear before an ill-disposed the batteries of the besieger and put out his fires, judge, who had come expressly to take her mea- a smile of satisfied pride hovered around her lips. sure and to weigh her in the balance. So she A moment after she rose to walk around the gararmed herself with Olympian majesty and that den, and Horace hastened to follow her. insolence of beauty which tramples impertinence The Marquis remained alone with Madame under foot, crushes the haughty, and transforms Véretz. He followed the pair of lovers with his Actæons into deer. Although the Marquis's eyes for a little while, as they slowly withdrew politeness was faultless and emphatic, and al- and finally disappeared behind the shrubbery. though he besought her to look favorably upon The spell seemed then to be unloosed. Monsieur him, she remained firm and would not be dis- de Miraval regained his voice, and, turning toarmed. Horace listened to all with great satis- ward Madame Véretz, he exclaimed dramaticalfaction ; he thought his uncle charming, and ly : “ No, nothing has ever been created yet more could hardly keep from embracing him. He also beautiful than youth, more divine than love. My thought that Madame Corneuil never had been nephew is a fortunate fellow. I congratulate more beautiful, that the sunlight was brighter him aloud, but I keep my envy to myself." than ever, that it streamed down upon his happi- Madame Véretz rewarded this ejaculation ness, that the air was full of perfume, and that with a gracious smile which signified : “Good old everything in the world went on wonderfully. fellow! we judged you wrongly. How can you Now and then a slight shadow fell like a cloud serve us best ? " before his eyes. In reading over that morning The more I see them together, Monsieur le the fragments of Manetho, he stumbled upon Marquis,” said she, “ the more I am convinced a passage which seemed contradictory to his that they were made for one another. Never favorite argument, which was dear to him as life were two characters better matched : they have itself. At intervals he began to doubt whether the same likes and the same dislikes, the same it really was during the reign of Apepi that Jo- elevated tone of mind, the same scorn of mediocre seph, son of Jacob, came into Egypt; then he ideas and petty calculation, the same disregard reproached himself for his doubt, which came of vulgar interests. They both live in paradise. back to him the next moment. This contradic- Ah! Monsieur le Marquis, only a providential distion grieved him greatly, for he had a great pensation could have brought them together." regard for Manetho. But when he looked at Very providential,” said the Marquis, but he Madame Corneuil his soul was at rest again, added, in petto, A manoeuvring mother is the and he fancied he could read in her beautiful surest of all providences.” Then he resumed eyes a proof that the Pharaoh who knew not Jo- aloud : “ After all, what is the aim of it? Hapseph must have been Sethos I., in which case piness. My nephew is right to consider his affecthe Pharaoh who did know him must have been tion only. He can have his paradise, as you call the King Apepi. To be tenderly loved by a it, madame, and all the rest into the bargain; for beautiful woman makes it easy to believe any- Madame Corneuil-We will not speak of her thing, and all things become possible -- Mane- beauty, which is incomparable, but it is impossible tho, Joseph, the King Apepi, and all the rest. to see her or to hear her speak without recognize

What was passing in the heart of the Mar- ing her to be a most superior woman, the most quis ? To what conquering charm was he the suitable in the world to give a man good counsel, prey? The fact was, he no longer resembled and to lead him onward, to push him forhimself. He had made an excellent beginning, ward." and Madame Véretz was delighted with his tales. “You certainly judge her correctly," answered Little by little his animation grew languid. This Madame Véretz. “ My daughter is a strange man, who was so great a master over his own being; she is full of noble enthusiasm which she thoughts, could no longer control them ; this carries at times to exaltation, and yet she is thorman, so great a master in conversation, really oughly reasonable, very intelligent as regards the was seeking in vain for the proper words. He things of this world, and, at the same time, ice struggled for some time against this strange fas- to her own interests and on fire for, others." cination which deprived him of his faculties, but "Only one thing distresses me," said the it was all in vain. He no longer took part in Marquis to her. “The story-te advises all the conversation, except in a few loose phrases, happy lovers to roam only to neighboring shores, which were absolutely irrelevant, and soon fell and ours are going to bury their happiness in into a deep reverie and the dullest silence. Memphis or in Thebes. It would be a crime to

“My mother was right,” said Madame Cor- take Madame Corneuil away from Paris."

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Reassure yourself,” said she; Paris will itive woman a full description of his château, have them back again."

which was doubtless well worth the trouble, only “ You do not know my nephew: he has a he seldom visited it. The minute information horror of that perverse and frivolous city. He which he gave respecting his estates and their confided to me yesterday that he means to end revenues was not of such a nature as to chill the his days in Egypt, and assured me that Madame interest which she was beginning to take in him. Corneuil was as much in love as he was with the During all this time, Madame Corneuil strolled solitude and silence of the region of Thebaid. He through a path in the garden with Horace, who appears very gentle, but there never was a per- did not notice that her nerves were greatly exson of more determined will.”

cited and that she was somewhat ruffled. There “Heaven help him!” said Madame Véretz, were a great many things which the Count de looking at the Marquis as if she would say, “My Penneville never noticed. fine friend, there is no will which can hold against “ Heavens ! what beautiful weather," said he ours, and Paris can no more do without us than to her; “what a beautiful sky, what a beautiful we without Paris."

sun! Still it is not the sun of Egypt ! when shall “ They have chosen the good part,” continued we see it again ? Oh, thither, thither, let us go,' Monsieur de Miraval with a deep sigh. “I have as says the song of Mignon. You must sing that often laughed at my nephew, blaming him because song to me to-night ; no one sings it like you. he did not know how to enjoy life; now it is his This park never seemed so green to me as now. turn to laugh at me, for I am reduced to envying There is no denying the beauty of green grass, his happiness. There comes an age when one although I can get along wonderfully well withregrets bitterly not having been able to make out it. I once knew a traveler who thought a home for one's self. But you must be aston- Greece horrible because there were so few trees. ished, madame, at my confidences.”

There are people who are wild on the subject of "I am rather flattered by them, than aston- trees. Do you remember our first excursion to ished," answered she.

Gizeh—the vast bare plain, the wavy hills, the “I am devoured by ennui, I must acknowl- ochre-colored sand? You said, I could eat edge. I had determined to pass the remainder it!' of my days in retirement and in quiet, but ennui “We met a long line of camels ; I'can see will yet force me out of my den. I shall plunge them now. The pyramids pierced the horizon, and into active political life again. I have been urged they seemed white and sparkling. How they to stand for the arrondissement where my châ- stood out against the sky! They seemed quivteau is situated, and have also been proposed for ering. The air here never quivers. What a the senate. I might go still higher if I were good breakfast we had in that chapel! You married to a woman of sense, intelligent in the wore a tarbouch on your head, and it became things of this world, in spite of her enthusiasms. you like a charm. When shall I see you in a Women are a great means of success in politics. tarbouch again? The turkey was somewhat Would that I had a wife! as the poet says: 'Have lean, I remember, and I made a great blunder I passed the season of love? Ah! if my heart,' -I let fall the jar which held our Nile-water. etc., etc. I can not remember the rest of it. We laughed at it well, and had to drink our but never mind. Lucky Horace ! thrice happy! wine unmixed. After which we descended into What a vast difference there is between living in the grotto, and I interpreted hieroglyphics to you Egypt with the beloved, and bustling about Paris for the first time. I shall never forget your dein the whirl of politics without the beloved !” light at my telling you that a lute meant hap

Madame Véretz in truth thought the differ- piness, because the sign of happiness was the ence vast, but greatly to the advantage of the harmony of the soul. In the Chinese writings, bustle and the whirl. She could not help think- happiness is represented by a handful of rice. ing, “ It would be perfect if my future son-in-law After that, who could contest the immense supeonly had the tastes and inclinations of his uncle; riority of soul in the genius of the Egyptians there would be nothing more to wish for." over the inhabitants of the Celestial Empire?”

From that moment, the Marquis de Miraval At last he discovered that Madame Corneuil became a most interesting being to her. She tried made no reply to him; he sought for an explanato reconcile him to his fate, and, as she had a tion, and soon found it. genius for detail and for business, she asked him “How did the Marquis de Miraval impress a great many questions about his electoral arron- you ?" asked he of her with an anxious voice. dissement and his chances of election. The Mar- This time she answered. quis, somewhat embarrassed, replied as best he He is very distingué. He begins stories could. He could not get out of it except by remarkably well, but finishes them poorly. Must changing the subject, and so he gave the inquis- I be sincere ?"


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Absolutely sincere.”

him, I will do everything to please you, although He does not please me much."

I have always returned the friendship he has Did he say anything to offend you?" ex- borne for me.” claimed Horace, who was afraid his uncle might “Yes, send him back to his family, who must have been disagreeable while his mind was wan- object to our having him. May he return soon, dering with Manetho and the King Apepi. to tell his stories to them !"

" He is a man of talent,” answered she, “but “But allow me-I am his family; he is unI like some soul, and I suspect he has none.” married, or rather he has been a widower for

As she spoke these words she fastened her thirty years, and has neither son nor daughter. great brown eyes on the face of the young man; But what do I care for his property ? " he saw a soul in their depths; he might perhaps

At these words Madame Corneuil came out have seen two.

of her rapture, and pricked up her ears like a dog * You must be frank in your turn," resumed who scents unexpected game. she. “You do not know how to tell a lie, and “ His property! You his heir! You never for that I love you a little. You told me that you told me so." were going to write to Madame de Penneville. And why should I have told you? What is The Marquis is her answer."

money to us? This is my treasure,” added he, “I must say it is so," said he, “but, if the in trying to get a second kiss, which she wisely whole universe should put itself between you and refused, for one must not be too lavish. me, it would have its trouble for nothing. You “ Yes, how base a trifle the whole subject of know that I love and that I adore you."

money is !” said she. “Is the Marquis very rich?" “Your heart, then, is indeed mine, wholly “My mother says that he has two hundred mine?” asked she, with a most bewitching thousand livres' income. He may do what he glance.

chooses with it. Since he does not please you, I “For ever, for ever yours," answered he, with will tell him plainly that I renounce my place as voice half choked.

his heir." They drew near an arbor, the entrance to “It must all be done with propriety," answered which was narrow. Madame Corneuil went in Madame Corneuil with considerable animation. first, and when Horace joined her she stood mo- “You are fond of him. It would make me tionless before him, gazing at him with a melan- wretched to set you against a relation whom you choly smile. Until that moment she kept him at love." a distance, without allowing him to make any “I would give up all for you,” exclaimed he; advances, but now by a sudden impulse she “the rest seems so small.” lifted up lips and forehead to him, as if to claim He remained a little longer at her feet; but a kiss. He understood, and yet hardly dared hope to his great grief she made him rise, saying : that he had rightly understood. He hesitated, “Monsieur de Miraval must remark our long but at last touched her lips with his. He felt ill. absence from him. We must be polite." Only once before had he felt the same wild emo- Two minutes after she entered the pavilion, tion. It was one day near Thebes, when making whither Horace followed her, and greeted the an excavation, he saw with his eyes—his own eyes Marquis with a tinge of affability which she had -at the bottom of the trench, a great sarcopha- not shown before; but, although she had changed gus of rose-granite. That day, too, he grew faint. her expression and manner, the spell was not

Madame Corneuil sat down; he fell at her broken, and its effect was even more perceptible. feet, and, with elbows upon the beloved knees, Monsieur de Miraval, after having recovered all he devoured her glances for a while. There was his wits in conversing with Madame Véretz, and only the width of a path between the arbor and giving her all sorts of confidences, was disturbed the lake; they heard the waves whispering to the anew at the appearance of his beautiful enemy. beach. She stammered a few words of love; He replied to all her advances in incoherent she spoke of that joy and mystery which no hu- phrases, and sentences without head or tail, which man tongue can express.

might have fallen from the moon. Soon, as if After a long silence Madame Corneuil said : angry with himself and his undignified weakness,

Great happiness is always restless and un- he rose hastily, and turning toward Madame Véeasy, everything frightens it-it is scared at eve- retz with a profound bow, took his leave of her; rything. I implore you, get rid of this diplomate. then, advancing toward Madame Corneuil, he I never liked diplomates. All they can see in looked her full in the eyes, and said to her with the world is prejudice, interest, calculation, and a sort of fierceness in his voice: vanity."

“Madame, I came, I saw, and I have been "Your wishes are sacred to me," said he to conquered.” her, “and, even if I must for ever break with Thereupon he withdrew like one wishing to


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get away, and forbade his nephew to accompany “Ten days—that is a century !” said she; him. It can be easily imagined that after his “but keep your word, or I shall break with departure he was freely discussed. All agreed you." that his conduct was peculiar; but Madame Vé- As he drew away she added, “ The next time retz protested that she thought him more charm- you meet Monsieur de Miraval, be distrustful and ing than odd, but Madame Corneuil thought him be shrewd." more odd than charming. Horace, for his part, He shrewd!” exclaimed Madame Véretz, tried to explain the eccentricity of his conduct when alone with her daughter ; “ you might as by his varying state of health, or by a certain well order him to swim across the lake.” whimsical disposition excusable at his age. He "Is that meant for another epigram?” said acknowledged that he had never seen him so be- Madame Corneuil crossly. fore, but had always known him to be a bon vi- Since I adore him as he is," answered the vant, active, of good memory, witty, and easily mother, “what more can you expect ? As for adapting himself to all.

Monsieur de Miraval, you are quite wrong to “There is some mystery about it that you worry yourself on his account. My opinion is, must take pains to clear up,” said Madame Cor- that he is entirely won over to our side." neuil to him ; and as he looked at his watch and “ It is not mine," answered Madame Corwas about to withdraw—“By the way, lazy boy,” neuil. said she to him, “when are you going to read " At all events, my dear, we must treat him me the famous fourth chapter of your · History with great tact, for I know from the very best of the Hyksos ’? You must remember that authority—” you were to read it some evening with a midnight “You are going to tell me," interrupted Masupper in its honor. We must have that supper dame Corneuil disdainfully, “ that he has an inin Paris. Will it not be delicious ?”

come of two hundred thousand livres, and that At thought of the little private banquet in Horace is his heir. Such base trifles are like afhonor of Apepi, Horace's heart thrilled with de- fairs of state to you.” light and his eyes beamed.

Soon after she said to her mother, “ Then “ I will send you nothing until it is worthy of ask Horace to invite him to breakfast with us at you. Give me ten days more."

an early day.” (Conclusion next month.)

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HE year 1697 A. D. was rendered memo- destined to render that parent's name immortal.

rable, not only by the Peace of Ryswick, Their success was one of the unexpected triwhich saved so great a part of Europe from the umphs which fate has now and then accorded to horrors of war, but also by the earliest appear- literature. As little, in all probability, did the eldance in print of Charles Perrault's “ Cendrillon, er Perrault, grave member of the French Acadou la petite pantoufle de verre.” It was in the emy and erudite defender of modern writers fourth part of the fifth volume of the “ Recueil against the claim of the ancients to supremacy, de pièces curieuses et nouvelles,” published at dream of the fame which Cinderella and her the Hague by Adrian Moëtgens, that the narra- companions were to bring to him, as did Charles tive of Cinderella's fortunes, in the form under XII., who in the same eventful year succeeded which it has become familiar to the whole civ- to the throne of Sweden, foresee the ruinous nailized world, first saw the light. In the same ture of the conflict in which he was doomed to eventful year it was a second time introduced to engage with his young brother monarch Peter the public, figuring as one of the eight histories the Great

, just then, on ship-building intent, contained in the “Histoires ou contes du temps making his way toward the peaceful dockyards passé," which professed to be written by the of Holland. “Sieur P. Darmancour"; this “ Sieur" being the author's son, Perrault d'Armancour, a boy then Cinderella's story had doubtless been familiar ten years old, who may possibly have acted as an for centuries to the common people of Europe. intermediate relater between the nurse who told, In the opinion of many critics it had, indeed, and the parent who wrote, the tales which were figured for ages among the heirlooms of human

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