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y its great orchestra of song and storm。
A similar revelation awaits in the Bois de Boulogne。 Behind those sanded drives； watered and clean； whereon files of carriage…wheels moving slowly round the lake trace all day long a worn and mechanical furrow； behind that admirably set scene of trimmed green hedges； of captive water； of flowery rocks； the true Bois； a wild wood with perennial undergrowth； grows and flourishes； forming impenetrable recesses traversed by narrow paths and bubbling springs。
This is the Bois of the children； the Bois of the humble； the little forest beneath the great one。 And Paul； who knew only the long avenues of the aristocratic Parisian promenades； the sparkling lake perceived from the depths of a carriage or from the top of a coach in a drive back from Longchamps； was astonished to see the deliciously sheltered nook to which his friends had led him。 It was on the banks of a pond lying like a mirror under willow…trees； covered with water…lilies； with here and there large white shimmering spaces where sunbeams fell and lay on the bright surface。
On the sloping bank； sheltered by the boughs of trees where the leaves were already thick； they sat down to listen to the reading of the play； and the pretty； attentive faces； the skirts lying puffed out over the grass； made one think of some Decameron； more innocent and chaste； in a peaceful atmosphere。 To complete this pleasant country scene； two windmill…sails seen through an opening in the branches were revolving over in the direction of Suresnes； while of the dazzling and luxurious vision to be met at every cross…roads in the Bois there reached them only a confused and perpetual murmur； which one ended by ceasing to notice。 The poet's voice alone rose in the silence； the verses fell on the air tremblingly； repeated below the breath by other moved lips； and stifled sounds of approbation greeted them； with shudders at the tragic passages。 Bonne Maman was even seen to wipe away a big tear。 That comes； you see； from having no embroidery in one's hand！
His first work！ That was what the /Revolt/ was for Andre； that first work always too exuberant and ornate； into which the author throws； to begin with； whole arrears of ideas and opinions； pent up like the waters of a river…lock； that first work which is often the richest if not the best of its writer's productions。 As for the fate that awaited it； no one could predict it； and the uncertainty that hovered over the reading of the drama added to its own emotion that of each auditor； the hopes； all arrayed in white； of Mlle。 Elise； the fantastic hallucinations of M。 Joyeuse； and the more positive desires of Aline as she installed in advance the modest fortune of her sister in the nest of an artist's household； beaten by the winds but envied by the crowd。
Ah； if one of those idle people； taking a turn for the hundredth time round the lake； overwhelmed by the monotony of his habitual promenade； had come and parted the branches； how surprised he would have been at this picture！ But would he ever have suspected how much passion； how many dreams； what poetry and hope there could be contained in that little green corner； hardly larger than the shadow a fern throws on the moss？
〃You were right； I did not know the Bois；〃 said Paul in a low voice to Aline； who was leaning on his arm。
They were following a narrow path overarched by the boughs of trees； and as they talked were moving forward at a quick pace； well in advance of the others。 It was not； however； /pere/ Kontzen's terrace nor his appetizing fried dishes that drew them on。 No； the beautiful lines which they had just heard had carried them away； lifting them to great heights； and they had not yet come down to earth again。 They walked straight on towards the ever…retreating end of the road； which opened out at its extremity into a luminous glory； a mass of sunbeams； as if all the sunshine of that beautiful day lay waiting for them where it had fallen on the outskirts of the wood。 Never had Paul felt so happy。 That light arm that lay on his arm； that child's step by which his own was guided； these alone would have made life sweet and pleasant to him； no less than this walk over the mossy turf of a green path。 He would have told the girl so； simply； as he felt it； had he not feared to alarm that confidence which Aline placed in him； no doubt because of the sentiments which she knew he possessed for another woman； and which seemed to hold at a distance from them every thought of love。
Suddenly； right before them； against the bright background； a group of persons riding on horseback came in sight； at first vague and indistinct； then appearing as a man and a woman； handsomely mounted； and entered the mysterious path among the bars of gold； the leafy shadows； the thousand dots of light with which the ground was strewn； and which； displaced by their progress as they cantered along； rose and covered them with flowery patterns from the chests of the horses to the blue veil of the lady rider。 They came along slowly； capriciously； and the two young people； who had drawn back into the copse； could see pass close by them； with a clinking of bits proudly shaken and white with foam as though after a furious gallop； two splendid animals carrying a pair of human beings brought very near together by the narrowing of the path； he； supporting with one arm the supple figure moulded in a dark cloth habit； she； with a hand resting on the shoulder of her cavalier and her small head seen in retreating profile beneath the half…dropped tulle of her veil； resting on it tenderly。 This embrace； half disturbed by the impatience of the horses； that kiss on which their reins became confused； that passion which stalked in broad day through the Bois with so great a contempt for public opinion； would have been enough to betray the duke and Felicia； if the haughty and charming mein of the lady and the aristocratic ease of her companion； his pallor slightly tinged with colour as the result of his ride and of Jenkins's miraculous pearls； had not already betrayed them。
It is not an extraordinary thing to meet Mora in the Bois on a Sunday。 Like his master； he loved to show himself to the Parisians； to advertise his popularity with all sections of the public； and then the duchess never accompanied him on that day； and he could make a halt quite at his ease in that little villa of Saint…James； known to all Paris； whose red towers； outlined among the trees schoolboys used to point out to each other in whispers。 But only a mad woman； a daring affronter of society like this Felicia； could have dreamt of advertising herself like this； with the loss of her reputation forever。 A sound of hoofs dying away in the distance； of shrubs brushed in passing； a few plants that had been pressed down and were straightening themselves again； branches pushed out of the way resuming their placesthat was all that remained of the apparition。
〃You saw？〃 said Paul； speaking first。
She had seen； and she had understood； notwithstanding the candour of her innocence； for a blush spread over her features； one of those feelings of shame experienced for the faults of those we love。
〃Poor Felicia！〃 she said in a