Their eyes met. He took his hat off with a blush, and she too could not
help blushing in the corner of her carriage, so great was the
pleasurable revulsion of feeling caused by this unexpected meeting, and
especially by the idea that he must be in love with her. She, the
creature of calculation and deceit, fell into one of those profound
reveries in which women, when in love, anticipate all the delights to
which the sentiment they experience and inspire can give birth. At such
a moment they will give themselves up in thoughts to the man they did
not know a week ago. If they dared, they would give themselves up too,
there and then, though this would not hinder them from persuading the
man who conquered them at the first glance that their subjugation was a
work of time and degrees. In this they are right, for man's stupid
vanity is gratified by the difficulties of the conquest, and few have
sense enough to understand the divine quality of love that is
spontaneous, natural, and irresistible.
Whilst the poet walked off, saying to himself, 'I am undone--she will
never forgive me for such folly,' Suzanne was in one of those transports
of delight before which prudence itself gives way, and, forgetting her
fears of the morning, she now saw her way to carrying out one of those
simple plans such as only the eminently realistic mind of a woman can
concoct. She had set herself the task of deceiving a very sharp man, and
one who was well acquainted with her disposition. The best thing to do,
therefore, was to act in a manner exactly contrary to what that man
would expect and foresee. Matters must be precipitated; René must be
brought to her feet after two or three visits, and she must surrender
before he had had time to woo her; Desforges would never suspect her of
such an escapade--he who knew her to be so circumspect, so cautious, and
so clever. But what if the poet despised her for her too easy surrender?
She shook her pretty head incredulously as this objection occurred to
her. That was a matter of tact and of woman's wit, and there she was
sure of her ground!
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