This young girl, with all her ignorance and all her desires, committed to the mercy of a man who, even though he be in love, cannot know her shrinking and secret emotions, will submit to him with a certain sense of shame, and will be obedient and complaisant so long as her young imagination persuades her to expect the pleasure or the happiness of that morrow which never dawns.

In this unnatural situation social laws and the laws of nature are in conflict, but the young girl obediently abandons herself to it, and, from motives of self-interest, suffers in silence.  Her obedience is a speculation; her complaisance is a hope; her devotion to you is a sort of vocation, of which you reap the advantage; and her silence is generosity.  She will remain the victim of your caprices so long as she does not understand them; she will suffer from the limitations of your character until she has studied it; she will sacrifice herself without love, because she believed in the show of passion you made at the first moment of possession; she will no longer be silent when once she has learned the uselessness of her sacrifices.

And then the morning arrives when the inconsistencies which have prevailed in this union rise up like branches of a tree bent down for a moment under a weight which has been gradually lightened.  You have mistaken for love the negative attitude of a young girl who was waiting for happiness, who flew in advance of your desires, in the hope that you would go forward in anticipation of hers, and who did not dare to complain of the secret unhappiness, for which she at first accused herself.  What man could fail to be the dupe of a delusion prepared at such long range, and in which a young innocent woman is at once the accomplice and the victim?  Unless you were a divine being it would be impossible for you to escape the fascination with which nature and society have surrounded you.  Is not a snare set in everything which surrounds you on the outside and influences you within?  For in order to be happy, is it not necessary to control the impetuous desires of your senses?  Where is the powerful barrier to restrain her, raised by the light hand of a woman whom you wish to please, because you do not possess?  Moreover, you have caused your troops to parade and march by, when there was no one at the window; you have discharged your fireworks whose framework alone was left, when your guest arrived to see them.  Your wife, before the pledges of marriage, was like a Mohican at the Opera:  the teacher becomes listless, when the savage begins to understand.

LVI.  In married life, the moment when two hearts come to understand each other is sudden as a flash of lightning, and never returns, when once it is passed.