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Updated: May 24, 2025
Montriveau and Chatelet met for the first time since they parted in the desert. "To part in the desert, and meet again in the opera-house!" said Lucien. "Quite a theatrical meeting!" said Canalis.
I am looking after her interests with the most honorable intentions. Do you believe that the proud Duchesse de Chaulieu would cast a favorable eye on the happiness of Madame de Canalis if her waiting-woman, who is in love with Monsieur Germain, not liking that charming valet's absence in Havre, were to say to her mistress while brushing her hair "
We can be pitiless to the eagles, requiring from them the quality of the diamond, incorruptible perfection; but as for Canalis, we take him for what he is and let the rest go.
"He would be without a heart," replied Canalis. "He would write barren verses like Voltaire, who never loved any one but Voltaire." "I thought you did me the honor to say, in Paris," interrupted Dumay, "that you never felt the sentiments you expressed."
Modeste, determined to think Canalis sublime, sat motionless with amazement; the embroidery slipped from her fingers, which held it only by the needleful of thread. "Modeste, this is Monsieur Ernest de La Briere. Monsieur Ernest, my daughter," said the count, thinking the secretary too much in the background.
"But stay, you shall not come from Havre to Paris to see Canalis without carrying something back with you. Warrior!" It is a treasure which is his alone, it is " "Forgive me for interrupting you," said Dumay, who was gazing at the poet with horror, "but did you ever come to Havre?" "I was there for a day and a night in the spring of 1824 on my way to London."
"You have the right to ask me that degrading question," he said, in a voice weakened by the violent palpitation of his heart. "Well, then, did you read my letters to Monsieur de Canalis?" "No, mademoiselle; and I allowed your father to read them it was to justify my love by showing him how it was born, and how sincere my efforts were to cure you of your fancy."
The Duchesse de Chaulieu does not acknowledge Canalis even now, and he is famous and a man of good family. This young fellow is neither your son nor your lover, I suppose?" added the haughty dame, with a keen, inquisitive glance at her cousin. "How fortunate for me that I kept the little scapegrace at a distance!" thought Madame de Bargeton.
"Well then," said the poet, taking his secretary's arm and leaning heavily upon it, "be happy, Ernest. By a mere accident I have been not ungrateful to you. You are richly rewarded for your devotion, and I will generously further your happiness." Canalis was furious; but he could not behave otherwise than with propriety, and he made the best of his disappointment by mounting it as a pedestal.
The last letter written by Modeste, which here follows, gives us a glimpse of the enchanted isle to which the meanderings of this correspondence had led the two lovers. To Monsieur de Canalis, Be at Havre next Sunday; go to church; after the morning service, walk once or twice round the nave, and go out without speaking to any one; but wear a white rose in your button-hole.
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