Having resolved to conform to an assiduity which was necessary, Iimmediately and voluntarily entered upon it, and for the first year at least, found it less burthensome than I could have expected.Madam d'Epinay, who commonly passed the summer in the country, continued there but a part of this; whether she was more detained by her affairs at Paris, or that the absence of Grimm rendered the residence of the Chevrette less agreeable to her, I know not.I took the advantage of the intervals of her absence, or when the company with her was numerous, to enjoy my solitude with my good Theresa and her mother, in such a manner as to taste all its charms.Although I had for several years past been frequently in the country, I seldom had enjoyed much of its pleasures; and these excursions, always made in company with people who considered themselves as persons of consequence, and rendered insipid by constraint, served to increase in me the natural desire I had for rustic pleasures.The want of these was the more sensible to me as I had the image of them immediately before my eyes.I was so tired of saloons, jets-d'eau, groves, parterres, and of the more fatiguing persons by whom they were shown; so exhausted with pamphlets, harpsichords, trios, unravelings of plots, stupid bon mots, insipid affectations, pitiful story-tellers, and great suppers; that when I gave a side glance at a poor ****** hawthorn bush, a hedge, a barn, or a meadow; when, in passing through a hamlet, I scented a good chervil omelette, and heard at a distance the burden of the rustic song of the Bisquieres; I wished all rouge, furbelows and ambergris at the devil, and envying the dinner of the good housewife, and the wine of her own vineyard, I heartily wished to give a slap on the chaps to Monsieur le Chef and Monsieur le Maitre, who made me dine at the hour of supper, and sup when I should have been asleep, but especially to Messieurs the lackeys, who devoured with their eyes the morsel I put into my mouth, and, upon pain of my dying with thirst, sold me the *****erated wine of their master, ten times dearer than that of a better quality would have cost me at a public house.
At length I was settled in an agreeable and solitary asylum, at liberty to pass there the remainder of my days, in that peaceful, equal and independent life for which felt myself born.Before I relate the effects this situation, so new to me, had upon my heart, it is proper I should recapitulate its secret affections, that the reader may better follow in their causes the progress of these new modifications.
I have always considered the day on which I was united to Theresa as that which fixed my moral existence.An attachment was necessary for me, since that which should have been sufficient to my heart had been so cruelly broken.The thirst after happiness is never extinguished in the heart of man.Mamma was advancing into years, and dishonored herself! I had proofs that she could never more be happy here below; it therefore remained to me to seek my own happiness, having lost all hopes of partaking of hers.I was sometimes irresolute, and fluctuated from one idea to another, and from project to project.My journey to Venice would have thrown me into public life, had the man with whom, almost against my inclination, Iwas connected there had common sense.I was easily discouraged, especially in undertakings of length and difficulty.The ill success of this disgusted me with every other; and, according to my old maxims, considering distant objects as deceitful allurements Iresolved in future to provide for immediate wants, seeing nothing in life which could tempt me to make extraordinary efforts.
It was precisely at this time we became acquainted.The mild character of the good Theresa seemed so fitted to my own, that Iunited myself to her with an attachment which neither time nor injuries have been able to impair, and which has constantly been increased by everything by which it might have been expected to be diminished.The force of this sentiment will hereafter appear when Icome to speak of the wounds she has given my heart in the height of my misery, without my ever having, until this moment, once uttered a word of complaint to any person whatever.
When it shall be known, that after having done everything, braved everything, not to separate from her; that after passing with her twenty years in despite of fate and men; I have in my old age made her my wife, without the least expectation or solicitation on her part, or promise or engagement on mine, the world will think that love bordering upon madness, having from the first moment turned my head, led me by degrees to the last act of extravagance; and this will no longer appear doubtful when the strong and particular reasons which should forever have prevented me from taking such a step are made known.What, therefore, will the reader think when I shall have told him, with all the truth he has ever found in me, that, from the first moment in which I saw her, until that wherein I write, I have never felt the least love for her, that I never desired to possess her more than I did to possess Madam de Warrens, and that the physical wants which were satisfied with her person were, for me, solely those of the ***, and by no means proceeding from the individual? He will think that, being of a constitution different from that of other men, I was incapable of love, since this was not one of the sentiments which attached me to women the most dear to my heart.
Patience, O my dear reader! the fatal moment approaches in which you will be but too much undeceived.
