juliette had just attained her twentieth year when a certain comte de lorsange, a gentleman out of anjou, about forty years of age, became so captivated by her he resolved to bestow his name upon her; he awarded her an income of twelve thousand pounds and assured her of the rest of his fortune were he to be the first to die; he gave her, as well, a house, servants, lackeys, and the sort of mundane consideration which, in the space of two or three years, succeeded in causing her beginnings to be forgot.
it was at this point the fell juliette, oblivious of all the fine feelings that had been hers by birthright and good education, warped by bad counsel and dangerous books, spurred by the desire to enjoy herself, but alone, and to have a name but not a single chain, bent her attentions to the culpable idea of abridging her husband's days. the odious project once conceived, she consolidated her scheme during those dangerous moments when the physical aspect is fired by ethical error, instants when one refuses oneself much less, for then nothing is opposed to the irregularity of vows or to the impetuosity of desires, and the voluptuousness one experiences is sharp and lively only by reason of the number of the restraints whence one bursts free, or their sanctity. the dream dissipated, were one to recover one's common-sense mood the thing would be of but mediocre import, 'tis the story of mental wrong-doing; everyone knows very well it offends no one; but, alas! one sometimes carries the thing a little farther. what, one ventures to wonder, what would not be the idea's realization, if its mere abstract shape has just exalted, has just so profoundly moved one? the accursed reverie is vivified, and its existence is a crime.
fortunately for herself, madame de lorsange executed it in such secrecy that she was sheltered from all pursuit and with her husband she buried all traces of the frightful deed which precipitated him into the tomb.
once again become free, and a countess, madame de lorsange returned to her former habits; but, believing herself to have some figure in the world, she put somewhat less of the indecent in her deportment. 'twas no longer a kept girl, 'twas a rich widow who gave pretty suppers at which the court and the city were only too happy to be included; in a word, we have here a correct woman who, all the same, would to bed for two hundred louis, and who gave herself for five hundred a month.
until she reached the age of twenty-six, madame de lorsange made further brilliant conquests: she wrought the financial downfall of three foreign ambassadors, four farmers-general, two bishops, a cardinal, and three knights of the king's order; but as it is rarely one stops after the first offense, especially when it has turned out very happily, the unhappy juliette blackened herself with two additional crimes similar to the first: one in order to plunder a lover who had entrusted a considerable sum to her, of which the man's family had no intelligence; the other in order to capture a legacy of one hundred thousand crowns another one of her lovers granted her in the name of a third, who was charged to pay her that amount after his death. to these horrors madame de lorsange added three or four infanticides. the fear of spoiling her pretty figure, the desire to conceal a double intrigue, all combined to make her resolve to stifle the proof of her debauches in her womb; and these mis-deeds, like the others, unknown, did not prevent our adroit and ambitious woman from finding new dupes every day.
it is hence true that prosperity may attend conduct of the very worst, and that in the very thick of disorder and corruption, all of what mankind calls happiness may shed itself bountifully upon life; but let this cruel and fatal truth cause no alarm; let honest folk be no more seriously tormented by the example we are going to present of disaster everywhere dogging the heels of virtue; this criminal felicity is deceiving, it is seeming only; independently of the punishment most certainly reserved by providence for those whom success in crime has seduced, do they not nourish in the depths of their soul a worm which unceasingly gnaws, prevents them from finding joy in these fictive gleams of meretricious well-being, and, instead of delights, leaves naught in their soul but the rending memory of the crimes which have led them to where they are? with what regards the luckless one fate persecutes, he has his heart for his comfort, and the interior ecstasies virtues procure bring him speedy restitution for the injustice of men.
such was the state of affairs with madame de lorsange when monsieur de corville, fifty, a notable wielding the influence and possessing the privileges described further above, resolved entirely to sacrifice himself for this woman and to attach her to himself forever. whether thanks to diligent attention, whether to maneuver, whether to policy on the part of madame de lorsange, he succeeded, and there had passed four years during which he dwelt with her, entirely as if with a legitimate wife, when the acquisition of a very handsome property not far from montargis obliged both of them to go and spend some time in the bourbonnais.
one evening, when the excellence of the weather had induced them to prolong their stroll beyond the bounds of their estate and toward montargis, too fatigued, both, to attempt to return home as they had left, they halted at the inn where the coach from lyon stops, with the intention of sending a man by horse to fetch them a carriage. in a cool, low-ceilinged room in this house, looking out upon a courtyard, they took their ease and were resting when the coach we just mentioned drew up at the hostelry.
it is a commonplace amusement to watch the arrival of a coach and the passengers' descent: one wagers on the sort of persons who are in it, and if one has gambled upon a whore, an officer, a few abbots and a monk, one is almost certain to win. madame de lorsange rises, monsieur de corville follows her; from the window they see the well-jolted company reel into the inn. there seemed to be no one left in the carriage when an officer of the mounted constabulary, stepping to the ground, received in his arms, from one of his comrades poised high on top of the coach, a girl of twenty-six or twenty-seven, dressed in a worn calico jacket and swathed to the eyes in a great black taffeta mantle. she was bound hand and foot like a criminal, and in such a weakened state, she would surely have fallen had her guards not given her support. a cry of surprise and horror escaped from madame de lorsange: the girl turned and revealed, together with the loveliest figure imaginable, the most noble, the most agreeable, the most interesting visage, in brief, there were there all the charms of a sort to please, and they were rendered yet a thousand times more piquant by that tender and touching air innocence contributes to the traits of beauty.
monsieur de corville and his mistress could not suppress their interest in the miserable girl. they approached, they demanded of one of the troopers what the unhappy creature had done.
"she is accused of three crimes," replied the constable, "'tis a question of murder, theft and arson; but i wish to tell your lordship that my comrade and i have never been so reluctant to take a criminal into custody; she's the most gentle thing, d'ye know, and seems to be the most honest too."
"oh, la," said monsieur de corville, "it might easily be one of those blunders so frequent in the lower courts... and where were these crimes committed ?"
"at an inn several leagues from lyon, it's at lyon she was tried; in accordance with custom she's going to paris for confirmation of the sentence and then will be returned to lyon to be executed."
madame de lorsange, having heard these words, said in lowered voice to monsieur de corville, that she fain would have from the girl's own lips the story of her troubles, and monsieur de corville, who was possessed of the same desire, expressed it to the pair of guards and identified himself. the officers saw no reason not to oblige, everyone decided to stay the night at montargis; comfortable accomodations were called for; monsieur de corville declared he would be responsible for the prisoner, she was unbound, and when she had been given something to eat, madame de lorsange, unable to control her very great curiosity, and doubtless saying to herself, "this creature, perhaps innocent, is, however, treated like a criminal, whilst about me all is prosperity... i who am soiled with crimes and horrors"; madame de lorsange i say, as soon as she observed the poor girl to be somewhat restored, to some measure reassured by the caresses they hastened to bestow upon her, besought her to tell how it had fallen out that she, with so very sweet a face, found herself in such a dreadful plight.
"to recount you the story of my life, madame," this lovely one in distress said to the countess, "is to offer you the most striking example of innocence oppressed, is to accuse the hand of heaven, is to bear complaint against the supreme being's will, is, in a sense, to rebel against his sacred designs... i dare not..." tears gathered in this interesting girl's eyes and, after having given vent to them for a moment, she began her recitation in these terms.
permit me to conceal my name and birth, madame; without being illustrious, they are distinguished, and my origins did not destine me to the humiliation to which you see me reduced. when very young i lost my parents; provided with the slender inheritance they had left me, i thought i could expect a suitable position and, refusing to accept all those which were not, i gradually spent, at paris where i was born, the little i possessed; the poorer i became, the more i was despised; the greater became my need of support, the less i was able to hope for it; but from amongst all the severities to which i was exposed at the beginning of my woeful career, from amongst all the terrible proposals that were made me, i will cite to you what befell me at the home of monsieur dubourg, one of the capital's richest tradesmen. the woman with whom i had lodgings had recommended him to me as someone whose influence and wealth might be able to meliorate the harshness of my situation; after having waited a very long time in this man's antechamber, i was admitted; monsieur dubourg, aged forty-eight, had just risen out of bed, and was wrapped in a dressing gown which barely hid his disorder; they were about to prepare his coiffure; he dismissed his servants and asked me what i wanted with him.
