yielded to the fever of insomnia and schemed out new social schemes of
the most absurdly ingenuous nature, in which woman, always personified
by Miette, was worshipped by the nations on their knees.
He was predisposed to Utopian ideas by certain hereditary influences;
his grandmother’s nervous disorders became in him so much chronic
enthusiasm, striving after everything that was grandiose and
impossible. His lonely childhood, his imperfect education, had
developed his natural tendencies in a singular manner. However, he had
not yet reached the age when the fixed idea plants itself in a man’s
mind. In the morning, after he had dipped his head in a bucket of
water, he remembered his thoughts and visions of the night but vaguely;
nothing remained of his dreams save a childlike innocence, full of
trustful confidence and yearning tenderness. He felt like a child
again. He ran to the well, solely desirous of meeting his sweetheart’s
smile, and tasting the delights of the radiant morning. And during the
day, when thoughts of the future sometimes made him silent and dreamy,
he would often, prompted by some sudden impulse, spring up and kiss
aunt Dide on both cheeks, whereat the old woman would gaze at him
anxiously, perturbed at seeing his eyes so bright, and gleaming with a
joy which she thought she could divine.
At last, as time went on, Miette and Silvère began to tire of only
seeing each other’s reflection. The novelty of their play was gone, and
now they began to dream of keener pleasures than the well could afford
them. In this longing for reality which came upon them, there was the
wish to see each other face to face, to run through the open fields,
and return out of breath with their arms around each other’s waist,
clinging closely together in order that they might the better feel each
other’s love. One morning Silvère spoke of climbing over the wall, and
walking in the Jas with Miette. But the child implored him not to
perpetrate such folly, which would place her at Justin’s mercy. He then
promised to seek some other means.
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