French fiction -- Translations into English; Paris (France) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
It is, above all, when one loves with the candor and good faith of early
youth that one yields himself tremblingly to the first interview which
sounds a knell to all the cherished past. Why, at the very moment of
happiness, should one sigh and fear? Poor mortals, it seems that
accustomed to sorrow, we shall always be astonished at being happy. In
truth, this astonishment passes with age and experience; then these
delightful rendezvous do not cause us the same emotion; we regard them
only as distractions, and laugh at the uneasiness, the embarrassment,
which accompanied our first intercourse with the ladies. Ungrateful that
we are, we mock at the source of our happiness, at those sweet
sensations which time has dissipated, with all the other illusions of
our youth, after the manner of the fox in the fable.
"How awkward we were at eighteen years of age," we say; "how embarrassed
and constrained in a tete-a-tete, trembling like a leaf as we went to
the rendezvous; what a difference now, we go to them singing, we reach
that which we desire more quickly, we are a hundred times more
pleasing." Yes, but our hair is becoming grizzly, our figure has become
rotund, and some rather deep lines are imprinted at the corners of our
eyes.
If the approach of long-desired happiness causes in love an inexplicable
trouble, what should be the state of one who, all of a sudden, without
having had even the slightest hope, finds himself in a position where he
may obtain the greatest heights. Such was Urbain's situation; he loved
Blanche with the delirium, the intoxication, which one experiences at
nineteen for his first love, and he found himself at eleven o'clock at
night alone with the object of his tenderness in a little chamber,
separated from all neighbors, with the lovely child drawing the bolt and
beginning to undress herself to go to bed. What lover at such a moment
could preserve his reason? Poor Blanche, I tremble for thee! In truth
thou hast a talisman, but I have no great faith in its power; above
all, if you allow yourself to remain with Urbain in the situation in
which he is placed. The young bachelor tremblingly paused, sighing and
saying not a word he remained standing in a corner of the room, while
Blanche prepared the bed, coming and going, jumping and laughing, and
finally began to undress herself.
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