LET any one judge my surprise and grief at not finding her on my arrival.I now felt regret at having abandoned M.le Maitre, and my uneasiness increased when I learned the misfortunes that had befallen him.His box of music, containing all his fortune, that precious box, preserved with so much care and fatigue, had been seized on at Lyons by means of Count Dortan, who had received information from the Chapter of our having absconded with it.In vain did Le Maitre reclaim his property, his means of existence, the labor of his life; his right to the music in question was at least subject to litigation, but even that liberty was not allowed him, the affair being instantly decided on the principle of superior strength.Thus poor Le Maitre lost the fruit of his talents, the labor of his youth, and principal dependence for the support of old age.
Nothing was wanting to render the news I had received truly afflicting, but I was at an age when even the greatest calamities are to be sustained; accordingly I soon found consolation.Iexpected shortly to hear news of Madam de Warrens, though I was ignorant of the address, and she knew nothing of my return.As to my desertion of Le Maitre (all things considered) I did not find it so very culpable.I had been serviceable to him in his retreat; it was not in my power to give him any further assistance.Had I remained with him in France it would not have cured his complaint.I could not have saved his music, and should only have doubled his expense: in this point of view I then saw my conduct; I see it otherwise now.It frequently happens that a villainous action does not torment us at the instant we commit it, but on recollection, and sometimes even after a number of years have elapsed, for the remembrance of crimes is not to be extinguished.
The only means I had to obtain news of Madam de Warrens was to remain at Annecy.Where should I seek her at Paris? or how bear the expense of such a journey? Sooner or later, there was no place where Icould be so certain to hear of her as that I was now at; this consideration determined me to remain there, though my conduct was but indifferent.I did not go to the bishop, who had already befriended me, and might continue to do so: my patroness was not present, and Ifeared his reprimands on the subject of our flight; neither did I go to the seminary; M.Gros was no longer there; in short, I went to none of my acquaintance.I would gladly have visited the intendant's lady, but did not dare; I did worse, I sought out M.Venture, whom (notwithstanding my enthusiasm) I had never thought of since my departure.I found him quite gay, in high spirits, and the universal favorite of the ladies of Annecy.
This success completed my infatuation; I saw nothing but M.Venture;he almost made me forget even Madam de Warrens.That I might profit more at ease by his instructions and example, I proposed to share his lodging, to which he readily consented.It was at a shoemaker's; a pleasant, jovial fellow, who, in his country dialect, called his wife nothing but trollop; an appellation which she certainly merited.Venture took care to augment their differences, though under an appearance of doing the direct contrary, throwing out in a distant manner, and provincial accent, hints that produced the utmost effect, and furnished such scenes as were sufficient to make any one die with laughter.Thus the mornings passed without our thinking of them; at two or three o'clock we took some refreshment.
Venture then went to his various engagements, where he supped, while Iwalked alone, meditating on his great merit, coveting and admiring his rare talents, and cursing my own unlucky stars, that did not call me to so happy a life.How little did I then know of myself! mine had been a hundred times more delightful, had I not been such a fool, or known better how to enjoy it.
Madam de Warrens had taken no one with her but Anet: Merceret, her chambermaid, whom I have before mentioned, still remained in the house.Merceret was something older than myself, not pretty, but tolerably agreeable; good-natured, free from malice, having no fault to my knowledge but being a little refractory with her mistress.Ioften went to see her; she was an old acquaintance, who recalled to my remembrance one more beloved, and this made her dear to me.She had several friends, and among others one Mademoiselle Giraud, a Genevese, who, for the punishment of my sins, took it in her head to have an inclination for me, always pressing Merceret, when she returned her visits, to bring me with her.As I liked Merceret, I felt no disinclination to accompany her; besides, I met there with other young people whose company pleased me.For Mademoiselle Giraud, who offered every kind of enticement, nothing could increase the aversion I had for her.When she drew near me, with her dried black snout, smeared with Spanish snuff, it was with the utmost difficulty that I could refrain from expressing my distaste; but, being pleased with her visitors, I took patience.Among these were two girls who (either to pay their court to Mademoiselle Giraud or myself) paid me every possible attention.I conceived this to be only friendship;but have since thought it depended only on myself to have discovered something more, though I did not even think of it at the time.
There was another reason for my stupidity.Seamstresses, chambermaids, or milliners, never tempted me; I sighed for ladies!
