"It is of such a kind that enjoyment would only increase it, and yet enjoyment seems to me a mere accident." "Then what is its essence?" "To live together in perfect unity." "That's a blessing we can enjoy from morning to eve, but why should we not add the harmless accident which would take so short a time, and give us such peace and tranquillity. You must confess, Pauline, that the essence cannot exist long without the accident." "Yes, but you in your turn, you will agree that the food often proves in time to be deadly." "No, not when one loves truly, as I do. Do you think that you will not love me so well after having possessed me?" "No, it's because I think quite otherwise, that I dread to make the moment of parting so bitter." "I see I must yield to your logic. I should like to see the food on which you feed your brain, otherwise your books. Will you let me come upstairs?" "Certainly, but you will be caught." "How?" "Come and see." We went to her room, and I found that all her books were Portuguese, with the exception of Milton, in English, Ariosto, in Italian, and Labruyere's "Characters," in French. "Your selection gives me a high idea of your mental qualities," said I, "but tell me, why do you give such a preference to Camoens and all these Portuguese authors?" "For a very good reason, I am Portuguese myself." "You Portuguese? I thought you were Italian. And so you already know five languages, for you doubtless know Spanish." "Yes, although Spanish is not absolutely necessary." "What an education you have had!" "I am twenty-two now, but I knew all these languages at eighteen." "Tell me who you are, tell me all about yourself. I am worthy of your confidence." "I think so too, and to give you a proof of my trust in you I am going to tell you my history, for since you love me you can only wish to do me good." "What are all these manuscripts?" "My history, which I have written down myself. Let us sit down:" CHAPTER IX Pauline's Story--I Am Happy--Pauline Leaves Me I am the only daughter of the unfortunate Count X---- o, whom Carvailho Oeiras killed in prison on suspicion of being concerned in the attempt on the king's life, in which the Jesuits were supposed to have had a hand. I do not know whether my father was innocent or guilty, but I do know that the tyrannical minister did not dare to have him tried, or to confiscate the estates, which remain in my possession, though I can only enjoy them by returning to my native land. "My mother had me brought up in a convent where her sister was abbess. I had all kinds of masters, especially an Italian from Leghorn, who in six years taught me all that he thought proper for me to know. He would answer any questions I chose to put him, save on religious matters, but I must confess that his reserve made me all the fonder of him, for in leaving me to reflect on certain subjects by myself he did a great deal to form my judgment.