Carrying through the examination of these documents by the rule that
recognises the Letter of the 18th November as written ten months after
Charlotte's return to England, we discover in the opening sentence the
fact that the last letter Charlotte had received from her Professor must
have been in May of this same year; that is to say, four months after
the sentimental leave-taking with her Professor, which sent Charlotte
home to England with illusions about the extent to which her own
passionate grief at their separation was shared by M. Heger. By November
these illusions have been dispelled; Charlotte understands perfectly now
(although this does not make her any more just to Madame Heger) that the
'grief' of her 'Master,' that she had said she would 'never forget,
never mind how long she might live,' was a very short-lived affair on
his side; merely the transient regret of a teacher who will miss a
favourite pupil from his class.
'_Que ne puis-je avoir pour vous juste autant d'amitié que vous avez
pour moi_,' she writes to him, '_ni plus, ni moins? Je serais alors si
tranquille, si libre: je pourrais garder le silence pendant six mois
sans effort_.'
There is a note of bitterness in this. In what precedes it there is no
bitterness, but we have one of the passages in these wonderful letters
that seem to me to place them above all the other love-letters preserved
in the world, as immortal records of the Romantic Love that honours
human nature in the hearts that cherish it.
'The six months of silence are over: we are now at the 18th of
November,' she writes:--
I may, then, write to you, without breaking my promise. The
summer and winter have seemed very long to me: in truth, it
has cost me painful efforts to endure up to now the
privation I have imposed upon myself. You, for your part,
cannot understand this! But, Monsieur, try to imagine, for
one moment, that one of your children is a hundred and sixty
leagues away from you; and that you are condemned to remain
for six months, without writing to him; without receiving
any news from him; without hearing anything about him;
without knowing how he is;--well, then you may be able to
understand, perhaps, how hard is such an obligation imposed
upon me.
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