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ted respect and the signature。 It was quite easy to tear off the best part of the letter and convert it into a bill of exchange for any amount。 The diabolical missive had been enclosed in an envelope； so that the other side of the sheet was blank。 When it arrived； Victurnien was writhing in the lowest depths of despair。 After two years of the most prosperous； sensual； thoughtless； and luxurious life； he found himself face to face with the most inexorable poverty； it was an absolute impossibility to procure money。 There had been some throes of crisis before the journey came to an end。 With the Duchess' help he had managed to extort various sums from bankers； but it had been with the greatest difficulty； and； moreover； those very amounts were about to start up again before him as overdue bills of exchange in all their rigor； with a stern summons to pay from the Bank of France and the commercial court。 All through the enjoyments of those last weeks the unhappy boy had felt the point of the Commander's sword； at every supper…party he heard； like Don Juan； the heavy tread of the statue outside upon the stairs。 He felt an unaccountable creeping of the flesh； a warning that the sirocco of debt is nigh at hand。 He reckoned on chance。 For five years he had never turned up a blank in the lottery； his purse had always been replenished。 After Chesnel had come du Croisier （he told himself）； after du Croisier surely another gold mine would pour out its wealth。 And besides； he was winning great sums at play； his luck at play had saved him several unpleasant steps already； and often a wild hope sent him to the Salon des Etrangers only to lose his winnings afterwards at whist at the club。 His life for the past two months had been like the immortal finale of Mozart's Don Giovanni； and of a truth； if a young man has come to such a plight as Victurnien's； that finale is enough to make him shudder。 Can anything better prove the enormous power of music than that sublime rendering of the disorder and confusion arising out of a life wholly give up to sensual indulgence？ that fearful picture of a deliberate effort to shut out the thought of debts and duels； deceit and evil luck？ In that music Mozart disputes the palm with Moliere。 The terrific finale； with its glow； its power； its despair and laughter； its grisly spectres and elfish women； centres about the prodigal's last effort made in the after…supper heat of wine； the frantic struggle which ends the drama。 Victurnien was living through this infernal poem； and alone。 He saw visions of himselfa friendless； solitary outcast； reading the words carved on the stone； the last words on the last page of the book that had held him spellboundTHE END！
Yes； for him all would be at an end； and that soon。 Already he saw the cold； ironical eyes which his associates would turn upon him； and their amusement over his downfall。 Some of them he knew were playing high on that gambling…table kept open all day long at the Bourse； or in private houses at the clubs； and anywhere and everywhere in Paris； but not one of these men could spare a banknote to save an intimate。 There was no help for itChesnel must be ruined。 He had devoured Chesnel's living。
He sat with the Duchess in their box at the Italiens； the whole house envying them their happiness； and while he smiled at her； all the Furies were tearing at his heart。 Indeed； to give some idea of the depths of doubt； despair； and incredulity in which the boy was groveling； he who so clung to lifethe life which the angel had made so fairwho so loved it； that he would have stooped to baseness merely to live； he； the pleasure…loving scapegrace； the degenerate d'Esgrignon； had even taken out his pistols； had gone so far as to think of suicide。 He who would never have brooked the appearance of an insult was abusing himself in language which no man is likely to hear except from himself。
He left du Croisier's letter lying open on the bed。 Josephin had brought it in at nine o'clock。 Victurnien's furniture had been seized； but he slept none the less。 After he came back from the Opera； he and the Duchess had gone to a voluptuous retreat； where they often spent a few hours together after the most brilliant court balls and evening parties and gaieties。 Appearances were very cleverly saved。 Their love…nest was a garret like any other to all appearance； Mme。 de Maufrigneuse was obliged to bow her head with its court feathers or wreath of flowers to enter in at the door； but within all the peris of the East had made the chamber fair。 And now that the Count was on the brink of ruin； he had longed to bid farewell to the dainty nest； which he had built to realize a day…dream worthy of his angel。 Presently adversity would break the enchanted eggs； there would be no brood of white doves； no brilliant tropical birds； no more of the thousand bright…winged fancies which hover above our heads even to the last days of our lives。 Alas！ alas！ in three days he must be gone； his bills had fallen into the hands of the money…lenders； the law proceedings had reached the last stage。
An evil thought crossed his brain。 He would fly with the Duchess； they would live in some undiscovered nook in the wilds of North or South America； buthe would fly with a fortune； and leave his creditors to confront their bills。 To carry out the plan； he had only to cut off the lower portion of that letter with du Croisier's signature； and to fill in the figures to turn it into a bill； and present it to the Kellers。 There was a dreadful struggle with temptation； tears shed； but the honor of the family triumphed； subject to one condition。 Victurnien wanted to be sure of his beautiful Diane； he would do nothing unless she should consent to their flight。 So he went to the Duchess in the Rue Faubourg Saint…Honore； and found her in coquettish morning dress； which cost as much in thought as in money； a fit dress in which to begin to play the part of Angel at eleven o'clock in the morning。
Mme。 de Maufrigneuse was somewhat pensive。 Cares of a similar kind were gnawing her mind； but she took them gallantly。 Of all the various feminine organizations classified by physiologists； there is one that has something indescribably terrible about it。 Such women combine strength of soul and clear insight； with a faculty for prompt decision； and a recklessness； or rather resolution in a crisis which would shake a man's nerves。 And these powers lie out of sight beneath an appearance of the most graceful helplessness。 Such women only among womankind afford examples of a phenomenon which Buffon recognized in men alone； to wit； the union； or rather the disunion； of two different natures in one human being。 Other women are wholly women； wholly tender； wholly devoted； wholly mothers； completely null and completely tiresome； nerves and brain and blood are all in harmony； but the Duchess； and others like her； are capable of rising to the highest heights of feelings； or of showing the most selfish insensibility。 It is one of the glories of Moliere that he has given us a wonderful portrait of such a woman； from one point of view only； in that greatest of his full…length figuresCelimene； Celimene is the typical aristocratic woman； as Figaro； the