"Infuse with passion,then,if you will,this friendship,and let the voice of love disturb its calm.On my part I will do what I can to bring my feelings into accord with yours.One thing,above all,Iwould beg of you.Spare me the annoyances to which the strangeness of our mutual position might give rise to our relations with others.I am neither whimsical nor prudish,and should be sorry to get that reputation;but I feel sure that I can trust to your honor when I ask you to keep up the outward appearance of wedded life."Never,dear,have I seen a man so happy as my proposal made Louis.The blaze of joy which kindled in his eyes dried up the tears.
"Do not fancy,"I concluded,"that I ask this from any wish to be eccentric.It is the great desire I have for your respect which prompts my request.If you owe the crown of your love merely to the legal and religious ceremony,what gratitude could you feel to me later for a gift in which my goodwill counted for nothing?If during the time that I remained indifferent to you (yielding only a passive obedience,such as my mother has just been urging on me)a child were born to us,do you suppose that I could feel towards it as I would towards one born of our common love?A passionate love may not be necessary in marriage,but,at least,you will admit that there should be no repugnance.Our position will not be without its dangers;in a country life,such as ours will be,ought we not to bear in mind the evanescent nature of passion?Is it not ****** prudence to make provision beforehand against the calamities incident to change of feeling?"He was greatly astonished to find me at once so reasonable and so apt at reasoning;but he made me a solemn promise,after which I took his hand and pressed it affectionately.
We were married at the end of the week.Secure of my *******,I was able to throw myself gaily into the petty details which always accompany a ceremony of the kind,and to be my natural self.Perhaps Imay have been taken for an old bird,as they say at Blois.A young girl,delighted with the novel and hopeful situation she had contrived to make for herself,and may have passed for a strong-minded female.
Dear,the difficulties which would beset my life had appeared to me clearly as in a vision,and I was sincerely anxious to make the happiness of the man I married.Now,in the solitude of a life like ours,marriage soon becomes intolerable unless the woman is the presiding spirit.A woman in such a case needs the charm of a mistress,combined with the solid qualities of a wife.To introduce an element of uncertainty into pleasure is to prolong illusion,and render lasting those selfish satisfactions which all creatures hold,and should shroud a woman in expectancy,crown her sovereign,and invest her with an exhaustless power,a redundancy of life,that makes everything blossom around her.The more she is mistress of herself,the more certainly will the love and happiness she creates be fit to weather the storms of life.
But,above all,I have insisted on the greatest secrecy in regard to our domestic arrangements.A husband who submits to his wife's yoke is justly held an object of ridicule.A woman's influence ought to be entirely concealed.The charm of all we do lies in its unobtrusiveness.If I have made it my task to raise a drooping courage and restore their natural brightness to gifts which I have dimly descried,it must all seem to spring from Louis himself.
Such is the mission to which I dedicate myself,a mission surely not ignoble,and which might well satisfy a woman's ambition.Why,I could glory in this secret which shall fill my life with interest,in this task towards which my every energy shall be bent,while it remains concealed from all but God and you.
I am very nearly happy now,but should I be so without a friendly heart in which to pour the confession?For how make a confidant of him?My happiness would wound him,and has to be concealed.He is sensitive as a woman,like all men who have suffered much.
For three months we remained as we were before marriage.As you may imagine,during this time I made a close study of many small personal matters,which have more to do with love than is generally supposed.
In spite of my coldness,Louis grew bolder,and his nature expanded.Isaw on his face a new expression,a look of youth.The greater refinement which I introduced into the house was reflected in his person.Insensibly I became accustomed to his presence,and made another self of him.By dint of constant watching I discovered how his mind and countenance harmonize."The animal that we call a husband,"to quote your words,disappeared,and one balmy evening I discovered in his stead a lover,whose words thrilled me and on whose arm I leant with pleasure beyond words.In short,to be open with you,as I would be with God,before whom concealment is impossible,the perfect loyalty with which he had kept his oath may have piqued me,and I felt a fluttering of curiosity in my heart.Bitterly ashamed,I struggled with myself.Alas!when pride is the only motive for resistance,excuses for capitulation are soon found.
We celebrated our union in secret,and secret it must remain between us.When you are married you will approve this reserve.Enough that nothing was lacking either of satisfaction for the most fastidious sentiment,or of that unexpectedness which brings,in a sense,its own sanction.Every witchery of imagination,of passion,of reluctance overcome,of the ideal passing into reality,played its part.
Yet,in spite of all this enchantment,I once more stood out for my complete independence.I can't tell you all my reasons for this.To you alone shall I confide even as much as this.I believe that women,whether passionately loved or not,lose much in their relation with their husbands by not concealing their feelings about marriage and the way they look at it.
My one joy,and it is supreme,springs from the certainty of having brought new life to my husband before I have borne him any children.
