experience of the great world had given a prodigious perspicacity of judgment, the Duchess of Chalux, arbitress of the opinion to be held on all new comers to the Faubourg Saint Germain, and of their destiny and reception in it;--one of those women, in a word, who make or ruin a man,--said, in speaking of Gerard de Stolberg, whom she received at her own house, and met everywhere, 'This young German will never gain for himself the title of an exquisite, or a man of bonnes fortunes, among us.In spite of his calm and politeness, I think I can see in his character some rude and insurmountable difficulties, which time will only increase, and which will prevent him for ever from bending to the exigencies of either profession; but, unless I very much deceive myself, he will, one day, be the hero of a veritable romance.'
"'He, madame?' answered a young man, of fair complexion and fair hair, one of the most devoted slaves of the fashion:--'He, Madame la Duchesse? why, the man is, at best, but an original, fished out of the Rhine: a dull, heavy creature, as much capable of understanding a woman's heart as I am of speaking bas-Breton.'
"'Well, Monsieur de Belport, you will speak bas-Breton.Monsieur de Stolberg has not your admirable ease of manner, nor your facility of telling pretty nothings, nor your--in a word, that particular something which makes you the most recherche man of the Faubourg Saint Germain; and even I avow to you that, were I still young, and a coquette, AND THAT I TOOK IT INTO MY HEAD TO HAVE ALOVER, I would prefer you.'
"All this was said by the Duchess, with a certain air of raillery and such a mixture of earnest and malice, that Monsieur de Belport, piqued not a little, could not help saying, as he bowed profoundly before the Duchess's chair, 'And might I, madam, be permitted to ask the reason of this preference?'
"'O mon Dieu, oui,' said the Duchess, always in the same tone;'because a lover like you would never think of carrying his attachment to the height of passion; and these passions, do you know, have frightened me all my life.One cannot retreat at will from the grasp of a passionate lover; one leaves behind one some fragment of one's moral SELF, or the best part of one's physical life.A passion, if it does not kill you, adds cruelly to your years; in a word, it is the very lowest possible taste.And now you understand why I should prefer you, M.de Belport--you who are reputed to be the leader of the fashion.'
"'Perfectly,' murmured the gentleman, piqued more and more.
"'Gerard de Stolberg WILL be passionate.I don't know what woman will please him, or will be pleased by him' (here the Duchess of Chalux spoke more gravely); 'but his love will be no play, I repeat it to you once more.All this astonishes you, because you, great leaders of the ton that you are, never fancy that a hero of romance should be found among your number.Gerard de Stolberg--but, look, here he comes!'
"M.de Belport rose, and quitted the Duchess, without believing in her prophecy; but he could not avoid smiling as he passed near the HERO OF ROMANCE.
"It was because M.de Stolberg had never, in all his life, been a hero of romance, or even an apprentice-hero of romance.
