task towards which my every energy shall be bent, while it remains
concealed from all but God and you.

I am very nearly happy now, but should I be so without a friendly
heart in which to pour the confession? For how make a confidant of
him? My happiness would wound him, and has to be concealed. He is
sensitive as a woman, like all men who have suffered much.

For three months we remained as we were before marriage. As you may
imagine, during this time I made a close study of many small personal
matters, which have more to do with love than is generally supposed.
In spite of my coldness, Louis grew bolder, and his nature expanded. I
saw on his face a new expression, a look of youth. The greater
refinement which I introduced into the house was reflected in his
person. Insensibly I became accustomed to his presence, and made
another self of him. By dint of constant watching I discovered how his
mind and countenance harmonize. "The animal that we call a husband,"
to quote your words, disappeared, and one balmy evening I discovered
in his stead a lover, whose words thrilled me and on whose arm I leant
with pleasure beyond words. In short, to be open with you, as I would
be with God, before whom concealment is impossible, the perfect
loyalty with which he had kept his oath may have piqued me, and I felt
a fluttering of curiosity in my heart. Bitterly ashamed, I struggled
with myself. Alas! when pride is the only motive for resistance,
excuses for capitulation are soon found.

We celebrated our union in secret, and secret it must remain between
us. When you are married you will approve this reserve. Enough that
nothing was lacking either of satisfaction for the most fastidious
sentiment, or of that unexpectedness which brings, in a sense, its own