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_ BOOK V CHAPTER VIII
"It is the soul that sees. The outward eyes
Present the object, but the mind descries;
And thence delight, disgust, or cool indifference rise.
"CRABBE.
WHEN Maltravers entered the enormous saloon, hung with damask, and decorated with the ponderous enrichments and furniture of the time of Louis XIV. (that most showy and barbarous of all tastes, which has nothing in it of the graceful, nothing of the picturesque, and which, nowadays, people who should know better imitate with a ludicrous servility), he found sixteen persons assembled. His host stepped up from a circle which surrounded him, and formally presented his new visitor to the rest. He was struck with the likeness which the sister of Valerie bore to Valerie herself; but it was a sobered and chastened likeness--less handsome, less impressive. Mrs. George Herbert--such was the name she now owned--was a pretty, shrinking, timid girl, fond of her husband, and mightily awed by her father-in-law. Maltravers sat by her, and drew her into conversation. He could not help pitying the poor lady, when he found she was to live altogether at Doningdale Park--remote from all the friends and habits of her childhood--alone, so far as the affections were concerned, with a young husband, who was passionately fond of field-sports, and who, from the few words Ernest exchanged with him, seemed to have only three ideas--his dogs, his horses, and his wife. Alas! the last would soon be the least in importance. It is a sad position--that of a lively young Frenchwoman entombed in an English country-house! Marriages with foreigners are seldom fortunate experiments. But Ernest's attention was soon diverted from the sister by the entrance of Valerie herself, leaning on her husband's arm. Hitherto he had not very minutely observed what change time had effected in her--perhaps he was half afraid. He now gazed at her with curious interest. Valerie was still extremely handsome, but her face had grown sharper, her form thinner and more angular; there was something in her eye and lip, discontented, restless, almost querulous:--such is the too common expression in the face of those born to love, and condemned to be indifferent. The little sister was more to be envied of the two--come what may, she loved her husband, such as he was, and her heart might ache, but it was not with a void.
Monsieur de Ventadour soon shuffled up to Maltravers--his nose longer than ever.
"Hein--hein--how d'ye do--how d'ye do?--charmed to see you--saw madame before me--hein--hein--I suspect--I suspect--"
"Mr. Maltravers, will you give Madame de Ventadour your arm?" said Lord Doningdale, as he stalked on to the dining-room with a duchess on his own.
"And you have left Naples," said Maltravers: "left it for good?"
"We do not think of returning."
"It was a charming place--how I loved it!--how well I remember it!" Ernest spoke calmly--it was but a general remark.
Valerie sighed gently.
During dinner, the conversation between Maltravers and Madame de Ventadour was vague and embarrassed. Ernest was no longer in love with her--he had outgrown that youthful fancy. She had exercised influence over him--the new influences that he had created had chased away her image. Such is life. Long absences extinguish all the false lights, though not the true ones. The lamps are dead in the banquet-room of yesterday; but a thousand years hence, and the stars we look on to-night will burn as brightly. Maltravers was no longer in love with Valerie. But Valerie--ah, perhaps _hers_ had been true love!
Maltravers was surprised when he came to examine the state of his own feelings--he was surprised to find that his pulse did not beat quicker at the touch of one whose very glance had once thrilled him to the soul--he was surprised, but rejoiced. He was no longer anxious to seek, but to shun excitement, and he was a better and a higher being than he had been on the shores of Naples. _
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