It is the only life for a woman of quality, and I have waited too long before entering upon it.  The one day will be enough for our preparations; to-morrow night I shall set out, and you are coming with me, are you not?  You shall start first.  I will overtake you between Mansle and Ruffec, and we shall soon be in Paris.  There, beloved, is the life for a man who has anything in him.  We are only at our ease among our equals; we are uncomfortable in any other society.  Paris, besides, is the capital of the intellectual world, the stage on which you will succeed; overleap the gulf that separates us quickly.  You must not allow your ideas to grow rancid in the provinces; put yourself into communication at once with the great men who represent the nineteenth century.  Try to stand well with the Court and with those in power.  No honor, no distinction, comes to seek out the talent that perishes for lack of light in a little town; tell me, if you can, the name of any great work of art executed in the provinces!  On the contrary, see how Jean-Jacques, himself sublime in his poverty, felt the irresistible attraction of that sun of the intellectual world, which produces ever-new glories and stimulates the intellect—­Paris, where men rub against one another.  What is it but your duty to hasten to take your place in the succession of pleiades that rise from generation to generation?  You have no idea how it contributes to the success of a clever young man to be brought into a high light, socially speaking.  I will introduce you to Mme. d’Espard; it is not easy to get into her set; but you meet all the greatest people at her house, Cabinet ministers and ambassadors, and great orators from the Chamber of Deputies, and peers and men of influence, and wealthy or famous people.  A young man with good looks and more than sufficient genius could fail to excite interest only by very bad management.

“There is no pettiness about those who are truly great; they will lend you their support; and when you yourself have a high position, your work will rise immensely in public opinion.  The great problem for the artist is the problem of putting himself in evidence.  In these ways there will be hundreds of chances of making your way, of sinecures, of a pension from the civil list.  The Bourbons are so fond of encouraging letters and the arts, and you therefore must be a religious poet and a Royalist poet at the same time.  Not only is it the right course, but it is the way to get on in life.  Do the Liberals and the Opposition give places and rewards, and make the fortunes of men of letters?  Take the right road and reach the goal of genius.  You have my secret, do not breathe a syllable of it, and prepare to follow me.—­Would you rather not go?” she added, surprised that her lover made no answer.