The Works of Honoré de Balzac - Translated by Clara Bell 1901 - Volume 02

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STORIES
while
Marguerite
Claes
and
her
mother,
especially
Marguerite,
are
by
common
consent
to
be
ranked
among
Balzac's
greatest
triumphs
in
portraying
'*honest
women.
JRecherQhOf
but
it
is
a
little
complicated,
a
little
his
own
work,
almost
incomparable
things.
combined excite-
word,
which
might
mean
anything,
from
the
Darwinians),
to
her
own
The
character
of
Philip
de
Sucy
is
finely
touched,
and
the
con-
a
later
volaiqe,
volume,
owing
to
exigencies
of
space.
accom-
plish
Vfhat
nature
cannot.
(1)
that
there
seems
less
uncertainty
and
perplexity
in
this
matter-of-fact
life
than
in
any
other.
Such
art
could
Flemish
to
glow
with
a
richer
color.
From
Austria
they
received
the
tradition
of
the
grave
and
deliberate
diplomacy
which,
to
quote
the
popular
adage,
made
three
steps
in
a
bushel
basket.
ease
beneath
the
eaves
of
their
steedea.
disappearing
to
make
way
for
elegant
frivolity
imported
from
France.
Claes-Molina,
Count
of
Nourho,
the
last
century
mony
with
their
appearance.
The
family
of
Claes
much
with
her
spindle,
set
in
a
sort
of
shrine
with
the
roof
was
front
had
been
carefully
repeated
scour-
ings;
an
air
of
sedate
propriety
and
of
grim
respectability
received
in
that
portion
of
the
house
which
looked
out
upon
the
street,
and
strangers
were
lodged
in
apartments
in
the
second
story;
but
though
these
rooms
con-
reconstructed of
white marble
its
general
arrangement.
garden.
girl-
hood.
Clearly
she
was
no
daughter
of
the
land.
Her
hiiir
reconcile
with
so
many
the
chirping
of
the
it
without
feeling
a
thrill
but
at
the
present
moment
the
man
of
Ger-
man
fashion,
in
a
continual
ex-
ercise
of
living
forces
far
remote,
that
society
is
shy
of
cast-
watched
him
so
sadly.
A
nay,
that
such
words
have
a
more
cruel
power,
because
they
are
utterly
at
variance
with
the
year
1783,
the
great
chemist
famous
long
after
the
farmer-general
was
for-
gotten.
Paris for a
for
his
loss
his
thoughts
tamed
to
as
to
marriage,
pro-
nounced
her
to
be
plain,
and
she
had
meekly
acquiesced
in
or a
for
Balthazar
Claes.
and anxieties which
the
Claes.
The
household
treasures
there
had
been
increased,
^^le.
de
Temninck
brought
with
her
several
fine
paintings
by
Murillo
and
Velas-
quez,
her
mother's
diamonds,
and
the
splendid
wedding
pres-
he
determined
to
develop
all
pity.
On
the
contrary,
by
fanaticism;
heart,
just
as
the
cer-
tainty
that
each
lived
only
for
of
Naples,
Diana
of
Poitiers^
Mile,
ê
la
Valliere,
but
Mme.
Claes'
love
for
her
hus-
upon
her
heart
so
nearly
equal
had
become
in
some
sort
antagonistic.
This
rich
in
treasures
of
art,
in
pictures
Balthazarâ
in
ease
in
her
own
house.
to
appear
and
ugly.
Then
it
seemed
to
her
that
she
saw
a
generous
motive,
humiliating
heedless
for
her;
it
seemed
as
if
the
life
of
all,
or
Claes
herself.
the
family
fell
in
with
the
new
ways
by
de-
grees.
her in
cause
might
be,
she
only
received
visits
from
her
most
intimate
friends,
and
Balthazar
went
nowhere.
He
shut
himself
up
in
his
laboratory
all
day,
an^
garment?
with
which^
without
Claes'
knowledge,
she
replaced
coquetries
It
seemed
to
her
that
Lemulquinier
was
more
privi-
to
feel
Balthazar's
love
than
we
are;
they
must
4o
more
than
wed
this and
concerned
money
is
of
small
moment,
Then
has
not
M.
Claes
as
yet
said
anything
to
you
apQutit?'*
accounts
which
he
received
of
them
convinced
him
that
they
had
been
fatal
gift
of
foreseeing
their
effects
and
unwritteo.
the
yawning
depths
into
which
he
days
far
mortgaging
the
house
itself,
God.
She
could
best
life without theii
dread
of
separation.
mind.
Her
brain
reeled,
and
her
heart
grew
heavy
with
pent-up
hand
to
him,
but
sank
back
again
exhausted.
II
ruined,
dear.
about
this
science
that
you
adore.
Come,
you
can
tell
nhi
your
secrets
now.
Oh
you
are
an
angel
cried
Balthazar,
falling
on
his
—
hand
in
his,
and
kissed
her
fore-
head.
Mamma
cried
the
girl,
as
she
went
into
her
mother's
the
scrap
cousin,
but
she
never
took
any
discontented
rather
than
melancholy
expression;
it
was
not
a
thoughtful
face
in
spite
of
its
vague
dreaminess.
He
had
a
name
for
being
pictured
Claes
grown
youthful
t
Madonna
of
the
Chair.
They
had
not
been
changed
since
the
beginning
of
the
sixteenth
of
green
leaves.
You
Flemish
ways
your
was
dreaming
of
happiness,
let
fall
by
his
master
when
an
experimeia
nau
-
?
('
Dwell-
-I
WHilWII—
il
111
I
latmar:
mmulquiniers;
and
the
romance. Dwell-
this
business-like
remark.
*^hat
is
the
good
of
it
all?
you
ought
to
sell
them/*
Pierquin
went
on,
turning
to
Balthazar.
quite
Mme.
Claes
raised
her
face
to
her
husband
without
attempt-
ing
to
hide
the
happy
tears
which
filled
her
eyes.
Then
she
1
They
watched
the
last
twilight
tints
fade
away
in
the
garden,
the
leaves
turned
black,
the
outlines
grew
knowledge
to
Balthazar,
he
was
usually
so
unmindful
raven's
wing,
making
a
setting
for
her
face,
Josephine
glanced
with
a
bright
smile
at
her
husband,
who
that
you
are
seeking
so
Wierz-
chownia,
relinquish
him.
that there
science,
yet
body.
Water
the
seeds
with
distilled
water,
to
make
certain
that
DO
unknown
element
an
element
common
to
oxygen,
hydrogen,
nitrogen,
and
carbon;
the
Agency
must
Stahl
and
Becher,
Paracelsus
and
Agrippa,
Somewhat
in
this
way
what
I
the
system,
which
are
revealed
by
analysis.
What
are
these
substances
but
traces
of
the
action
of
electric
fluid,
the
life-giving
principle?
him.
''What
force?
he
said.
and
laugh
to
see
it
vanish
in
curling
smoke.
Then,
if
we
were
poor.
your happiness
until
life
of
wretchedness.
a
painful
dream.
nothing
dreamer
of
dreams
sees
and
draws
think
of,
Claes.
Be
sure
of
this,
sent
him
to
Dunkirk
The
news
made
a
deep
deeper
shadow
father or
for
her
to
sustain
an
inter-
last,
and
Josephine
for
vanity
he
would
take
up
the
tongs,
and
build
fantastic
pyramids
with
the
glowing
coals.
she
went
on.
readiness,
by
a
gesture,
but
Mme.
Claes
now
bound
up
in
his
pursuits.
Yet
when
her
laboratory,
but
at
last,
in
spite
of
the
proud
herent,
so
dreadful,
so
touching,
that
Mme.
Claes,
watching
feeling
protecting
power;
and
he,
in
spite
of
the
sympathy
on,
tell
Lemulquinier
to
go
to
M.
de
Solis
and
ask
him
to
come
to
see
me.
your
pots
and
pans,
and
boil
the
water,
said
the
Fleming,
inter-
rupting
the
cook.
left
to
die,
quarrel
was
to
bring
about
great
results
in
future
days
when
the
family
stood
in
need
of
help
in
misfortune.
to
justify
formidable
judge.
Mme.
Claes
watched
Marguerite
anxiously,
and
tried
little Jean
cried Felicie.
a
nephew,
who
had
been
left
an
orphan
at
a
ver}^
early
age.
After
the
French
conquest
of
the
Netherlands
he
had
the
stem
ascetic
was
not
utterly
divorced
from
the
things
of
this
life;
his
affection
with some'
the
picture-gallery,
found
some
light
pretext
for
speaking
to
her
mother,
so
that
for
poetry
or
love,
and
they
listen
long,
with
a
mute
request
r.
i
the
first
i<
them.
depths
surface
and
soft
color,
was
like
a
flower.
guerites,
said
she.
Enimanuel
de
Solis
flushed
up
to
the
eyes;
he
racked
his
to
the
house
of
Claes,
the
disasters
that
befell
the
armies
of
France,
the
first
fall
of
Napoleon,
a
chemist.
Towards
never
gave
another
He
sat
with
love in
to
check
the
sweet
playfuiness
of
love
lest
it
should
add
to
her
pain.
grapes
snatched
in
some
vineyard
nook.
Beside
this
bed
of
pain
they
never
dared
to
give
expression
a I
been
her
bedside
and
took
being quite
the
house
who
came
to
visit
her.
The
two
who
of
her
sufferings.
from
Pier-
quin.
wrote.
For
my
daughter
Marguerite.
cried Mme.
you
children
appanage
of
Oh,
I
the
Madman *
As
for
me,
I
believe
in
you;
you
do
it,
but
do
it
canons;
a
jest
prepares
the
way
for
base
actions,
a
jest
brings
down
anything
beautiful
franca.
satisfied;
an
alliance
with
a
twice-ennobled
daughter
saw
although
she
had
early
understood
the
found
herself
involved
with a
regard
for
the
privileges
of
weakness.
Why,
in
that
case,
said
the
notary,
your
father
would
aaminister
the
estate.
If
he
takes
it
into
bis
head
again
to

your
father
gave.
You
were
charming
You
may
the
hard
eyes
that
usually
only
grow
eloquent
over
money,
that
Marguerite
fancied
she
saw
an
interested
my
best
to
serve
you
in
spite
this
moment,
like
Marguerite
herself,
he
had
Emmanuel,
therefore,
feared
in
her
mourning,
feeling
least
word
or
a
glance
un-
her coldness
in
harmony
with
their
manner.
The
one
feigned
a
passion
which
he
did
not
feel,
she
was
in
a
position
to
judge,
for
she
was
her
that
he
was
neglecting
his
son?
So,
as
things
are,
could
you
not
yourself
consult
Gabriel
as
to
his
inclinations,
and
help
delicacy
which
has
led
you
to
offer
something
that
I
can
accept
from
you.
In
all
that
you
have
saw
her
am
simply
doing
my
duty
as
legal
adviser
to
the
family.
he
exclaimed:
But
ia
my
marriage
contract,
wnicn
was
four.
Talk
of
business
to
a
girl
of
nineteen,
and
she
gets
sentimental
over
it
for
^^cole
poly-
certainly
fifty-nine
years
of
age,
and
his
idea
possessed
substances
which
Impossible
said
Marguerite.
'*Come
and
see
their
goings-on
for
yourself,
so
sure
of
the
outcome
hundred
thousand
crowns,
and
brought
in
sixteen
thousand
francs,
were
already
incumbered
with
mortgages
to
the
amount
of
three
hundred
country
of
love,
the
clouds
vanished,
the
sky
grew
clear
and
§erene,
unsuspected
treasures
which
had
been
hidden
w
the
either
side,
but
perhaps
some
coquetry.
<^9ws
Îread^-,
and
all
the
trunks
have
way
in
the
world.
But
now,
my
dear
Marguerite,
the
honor
of
thg
family
is
at
stake;
will
you
listen
to
m^
this
time?''
old
lawyer,
one
of
my
felled
share,
a
hundred
and
fifty
thousand
francs?
pupil's
shoulder.
marked
with
her
own
initials.
Hitherto
meanwhile,
property
wonders,
my
little
Marguerite/*
a
workman,
his
shirt
was
unfastened,
exposing
his
chest,
covered
with
white
ten
thou-
sand
francs
by
four
o'clock.
see
of
tbein?
'i
did
I
take
leave
of
them?
to
play
her
part
any
longer
ears.
as
well
pay
me
for
it
by
treating
us
to
a
few
herrings:
if
he
brings
any
home
I
shall
look
after
them.
brink
of
me,
help
me,
you
whom
my
mother
calls
'our
good
Emmanuel/
she
said,
as
she
gave
him
the
letter;
What
is
to
be
done?
What
will
become
of
us?
He
sees
nothing
of
all
this;
can
you
expect
of
a
man
who
at
every
moment
he
gives
it
up
as
hopeless.
Claes
sold,
Wait
a
momentj
dear
father/'
Marguerite
added,
and
with
not
succeed
this
time,
I
must
present
distress,
either
by
giving
expression
to
her
doubts,
or
by
a
glance
at
the
empty
tiers
of
shelves
along
the
walls.
ing
as
they
understand,
and
will
slip
the
gold
inside
it:
no
one
would
think
of
looking
there
for
it.
But
just
as
Marguerite
was
making
the
last
journey
but
one
between
the
work-table
and
the
pedestal,
she
gave
a
shrill
cry
and
let
the
piles
of
ducats
fall,
the
paper
in
which
they
were
wrapped
gave
way,
and
the
gold
coins
rolled
in
all
to have
ing
share
of
the
over.
Marguerite
I
will
leave
Flanders,
and
even
France,
if
you
wish
it.
I
will
begin
again
as
a
mechanic,
and
build
up
my
a
stood
for
awhile
in
dull
shed;
he
was
like
a
child;
he
kissed
her
forehead,
speaking
incoherent,
meaningless
words;
anxiously,
as
he
went
up
to
Marguerite.
I
gave
way,
she
said.
Hope
time to
Conyncks
guessed
Balthazar's
thoughts;

brilliantly
successful
efforts
to
eclipse
their
Liberal
rivals
that
these
Maison
Claes.
He
had
made
up
dreaded
glories
intimacy
with
Felicie
to
his
own
account,
adopted
the
max-
ims
of
statecraft,
and
had
kept
her
own
counsel.
light;
there
experiment;
heavily
prolonged
absence,
and
did
not
appear
to
notice
her
silence,
for
she
wrote
neither
to
him
nor
to
Felicie.
IJe
seamed
to
be
displeased
if
Solis
or
Pierquin
guilty
wife
who
cannot
dissemble;
but
when
she
saw
Emmanuel,
the
troubled
look
4ie4
Qut
of
her
with
the
children
of
the
family,
ries;
you
would
find
it
h^re in
I
promised
this
to
her
who
died
there/'
she
said,
pointing
to
hQT
mother's
life
was
inseparable,
as
it
were,
from
the
places
which
had
become
a
part
of
it.
His
thoughts
were
wadded
to
his
house
and
laboratory;
he
moment.
You
will
let
him
spend
the
day
with
us,
said
Balthazar,
to
sue-
crys-
tallization
requires
time,
and
she made
I feel
the consols

sure that
to
say,
good
little
thing,
who
will
a
Claes;
I
am
connected
with
several
families
of
distinction.
de Solis had
:
shrewd, kindly
men
who
regard
marriage
as
a
business
contract,
a
fulfilment
of
social
duties,
and
a
rests
with
my
sister
and
father/*
said
Mar-
guerite.
the
drain
the
land,
to
make
plantations,
and
purchase
cattle.
While
the
steadings
were
in
course
of
erec-
tion
they
began
to
clear
the
ground.
his
home
gleam
of
hope
would
give
him
awaited
Marguerite's
coming
with
great
impatience.
his
reason.
After
the
first
outpourings
of
affection,
which
were
much
warmer
of his
nothing
in
Balthazar's
eyes;
he
thousand
francs
here
in
the
town
to
a
druggist
and
wholesale
grocer
who
has
supplied
us
with
caustic
potash,
lead
and
zinc,
and
reagents.
merely
represented
feet,
caught
his
daughter
in
his
arms,
and
spun
round
the
room
with
her,
lifting
her
off
her
feet
that
his
owes
his
freedom?
Little
things
that
passed
under
Marguerite's
go,
showing
more,
and
sprang
out
of
the
carriage
with
the
quickness
of
a
young
man;
curiosi-
not
very
amusing
of
course,
he
added,
laughing,
after
into
an
armchair.
of
the
staircase,
and
clasped
her
was brilliant
was to
has
signed.
the diamond
saved
out
of
all
that
your
debt
to
the
vortex
of
social
life
for
several
months.
His
oldest
son
went
to
live
near
Conyncks
came,
and
received
her
own
circle
all
childless,
and
the
titles
and
entail
passed
to
Emmanuel,
had
completely
ruined
himself.
Gabriel
and
Pierquin
were
obliged
to
allow
him
a
fixed
sum
every
month
to
pay
for
necessary
expenses,
end
the
money
was
paid
to
Iiemulquinier.
The
old
servant
to
her
house
in
the
candlestick. Thp
put
under
the
ban
of
society;
he
was
a
bad
father,
who
had
run
through
half-a-
servant
went
out
to
buy
their
scanty
supply
of
necessaries
a
third,
with
a
contemptuous
gesture.
Xothing
could
prevent
the
crowd
that
pressure
he
put
all
the
feelings
and
the
thoughts
that
he
came,
he
decided
to
remain;
Claes'
convulsions
seemed
so
not
leave
to
Science
the
solution
of
the
Great
Enigma
revealed
to
him
too
late,
as
fingers
of
Death.
a
day
of
gen-
C2U)
wonderful
portrait
of
Henri
IV.
But
unfriendly
to
the
arts;
but
besides
twi-
portraits
might
stepped
dowi;
sphere
of
glc
the
canvas
stood
good
then?
glued
many
a
spot
in
your
picture
has
not
been
touched
by
the
divine
flame,
them,
like
hands.
Yet
I
improbable

very
soul
is
revealed.
a
house,
you
think
that
you
have
set
your
fingers
only
brought
you
to
the
starting-point.
You
might
now
perhaps
face.
I
am
unknown
and
a
sheet
of
paper.
The
newcomer
quickly
while
to
give
you
the
lesson,
for
you
are
able
to
understand
it,
so
I
will
show
you
how
little
it
needs
to
complete
this
picture.
You
must
be
giving you.
drew
a
leather
purse
was
not
drunk.
I
have
studied
the
works
of
the
great
masters
of
color,
stripping
off
coat
after
coat
of
color
from
Titian's
can-
vas,
analyzing
the
pigments
of
the
king
of
light.
Like
that
away,
those
parts
of
the
picture
would
never
glow
with
light.
I
have
escaped
one
mistake,
Î
J
genius,
for
the
human
nature.
stony
wilderness
where
they
see
nothing
whom
we
have
sought
so
often,
only
to
find
the
scattered
gleams
of
her
beauty
here
extravagance,
and
very
existence
lodging
without
fancies,
ac-
cepting
their
lot
of
poverty
and
love
as
bravely
art
engrossed
it.
Listen,
Gillette.
Gome
here.
Do
powered
by
Forgive
me,
my
Gillette,
said
the
painter,
falling
upon
eyes.
has
kept
my
happiness
sacred?
To
ex-
hibit
end
of
love.
The
old
man
seamed
to
have
ôwn
young
again ^
tiiere
was
will
be
faithful
to
me
she
asked
of
her
lover
jn
low
vibrating
tones,
with
her
eyes
fixed
on
his.
when he saw
I
consent.'*
lette
took
comfort
from
the
young
painter's
bearing,
and
yet
conspirators
waiting
for
the
hour
when
they
might
strike
down
a
tyrant.
Her
*Tes,
my
friend/'
said
the
old
man,
rousing
himself
from
of
will
find
out
that
there
is
nothing
there
cried
Poussin.
picture,
and
stag-
gered
back.
Nothing
Fi&Or
ing
his
canvases.
Pabk,
February
1832.
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The Works of Honoré de Balzac - Translated by Clara Bell 1901 - Volume 02