This rupture between the Portendueres and Doctor Minoret gave talk among the heirs for a week; they did homage to the genius of Dionis, and regarded their inheritance as rescued.

So, in an age when ranks are leveled, when the mania for equality puts everybody on one footing and threatens to destroy all bulwarks, even military subordination,—­that last refuge of power in France, where passions have now no other obstacles to overcome than personal antipathies, or differences of fortune,—­the obstinacy of an old-fashioned Breton woman and the dignity of Doctor Minoret created a barrier between these lovers, which was to end, as such obstacles often do, not in destroying but in strengthening love.  To an ardent man a woman’s value is that which she costs him; Savinien foresaw a struggle, great efforts, many uncertainties, and already the young girl was rendered dearer to him; he was resolved to win her.  Perhaps our feelings obey the laws of nature as to the lastingness of her creations; to a long life a long childhood.

The next morning, when they woke, Ursula and Savinien had the same thought.  An intimate understanding of this kind would create love if it were not already its most precious proof.  When the young girl parted her curtains just far enough to let her eyes take in Savinien’s window, she saw the face of her lover above the fastening of his.  When one reflects on the immense services that windows render to lovers it seems natural and right that a tax should be levied on them.  Having thus protested against her godfather’s harshness, Ursula dropped the curtain and opened her window to close the outer blinds, through which she could continue to see without being seen herself.  Seven or eight times during the day she went up to her room, always to find the young viscount writing, tearing up what he had written, and then writing again—­to her, no doubt!

The next morning when she woke La Bougival gave her the following letter:—­

To Mademoiselle Ursula: 

Mademoiselle,—­I do not conceal from myself the distrust a young man inspires when he has placed himself in the position from which your godfather’s kindness released me.  I know that I must in future give greater guarantees of good conduct than other men; therefore, mademoiselle, it is with deep humility that I place myself at your feet and ask you to consider my love.  This declaration is not dictated by passion; it comes from an inward certainty which involves the whole of life.  A foolish infatuation for my young aunt, Madame de Kergarouet, was the cause of my going to prison; will you not regard as a proof of my sincere love the total disappearance of those wishes, of that image, now effaced from my heart by yours?  No sooner did I see you, asleep and so engaging in your childlike slumber at Bouron, than you occupied my soul as a queen takes possession of her empire.  I will have no other wife than you.  You have every qualification I desire in her who is to bear my name.  The education you have received and the dignity of your own mind, place you on the level of the highest positions.  But I doubt myself too much to dare describe you to yourself; I can only love you.  After listening to you yesterday I recalled certain words which seem as though written for you; suffer me to transcribe them:—­