At another time her affections were deeply engaged by a young gentleman who visited a lady on a neighboring plantation.It was after they went to Mississippi to live.The young man was engaged to be married to the young lady, and they sometimes called upon Margaret, driving over of afternoons in a buggy.Edna was a little miss, just merging into her teens; and the realization that she herself was nothing, nothing, nothing to the engaged young man was a bitter affliction to her.But he, too, went the way of dreams.
She was a grown young woman when she was overtaken by what she supposed to be the climax of her fate.It was when the face and figure of a great tragedian began to haunt her imagination and stir her senses.The persistence of the infatuation lent it an aspect of genuineness.The hopelessness of it colored it with the lofty tones of a great passion.
The picture of the tragedian stood enframed upon her desk.Any one may possess the portrait of a tragedian without exciting suspicion or comment.(This was a sinister reflection which she cherished.) In the presence of others she expressed admiration for his exalted gifts, as she handed the photograph around and dwelt upon the fidelity of the likeness.When alone she sometimes picked it up and kissed the cold glass passionately.
Her marriage to Leonce Pontellier was purely an accident, in this respect resembling many other marriages which masquerade as the decrees of Fate.It was in the midst of her secret great passion that she met him.He fell in love, as men are in the habit of doing, and pressed his suit with an earnestness and an ardor which left nothing to be desired.He pleased her; his absolute devotion flattered her.She fancied there was a sympathy of thought and taste between them, in which fancy she was mistaken.Add to this the violent opposition of her father and her sister Margaret to her marriage with a Catholic, and we need seek no further for the motives which led her to accept Monsieur Pontellier.for her husband.
The acme of bliss, which would have been a marriage with thetragedian, was not for her in this world.As the devoted wife of a man who worshiped her, she felt she would take her place with a certain dignity in the world of reality, closing the portals forever behind her upon the realm of romance and dreams.
But it was not long before the tragedian had gone to join the cavalry officer and the engaged young man and a few others; and Edna found herself face to face with the realities.She grew fond of her husband, realizing with some unaccountable satisfaction that no trace of passion or excessive and fictitious warmth colored her affection, thereby threatening its dissolution.
She was fond of her children in an uneven, impulsive way.She would sometimes gather them passionately to her heart; she would sometimes forget them.The year before they had spent part of the summer with their grandmother Pontellier in Iberville.Feeling secure regarding their happiness and welfare, she did not miss them except with an occasional intense longing.Their absence was a sort of relief, though she did not admit this, even to herself.It seemed to free her of a responsibility which she had blindly assumed and for which Fate had not fitted her.
Edna did not reveal so much as all this to Madame Ratignolle that summer day when they sat with faces turned to the sea.But a good part of it escaped her.She had put her head down on Madame Ratignolle's shoulder.She was flushed and felt intoxicated with the sound of her own voice and the unaccustomed taste of candor.It muddled her like wine, or like a first breath of freedom.
There was the sound of approaching voices.It was Robert, surrounded by a troop of children, searching for them.The two little Pontelliers were with him, and he carried Madame Ratignolle's little girl in his arms.There were other children beside, and two nurse-maids followed, looking disagreeable and resigned.
The women at once rose and began to shake out their draperies and relax their muscles.Mrs.Pontellier threw the cushions and rug into the bath-house.The children all scampered off to the awning, and they stood there in a line, gazing upon the intruding lovers, still exchanging theirvows and sighs.The lovers got up, with only a silent protest, and walked slowly away somewhere else.
The children possessed themselves of the tent, and Mrs.Pontellier went over to join them.
Madame Ratignolle begged Robert to accompany her to the house; she complained of cramp in her limbs and stiffness of the joints.She leaned draggingly upon his arm as they walked.
