第46章 Chapter 10(4)

At Paris he would have been miserable without Mr.Browning's help,in his ignorance of the language,and impatience of the discomforts which this created for him.He couldn't ask for anything,he complained,but they brought him the opposite.

On one occasion Mr.Carlyle made a singular remark.He was walking with Mr.Browning,either in Paris or the neighbouring country,when they passed an image of the Crucifixion;and glancing towards the figure of Christ,he said,with his deliberate Scotch utterance,'Ah,poor fellow,YOUR part is played out!'

Two especially interesting letters are dated from the same address,February 15and April 7,1852.

'...Beranger lives close to us,and Robert has seen him in his white hat,wandering along the asphalte.I had a notion,somehow,that he was very old,but he is only elderly --not much above sixty (which is the prime of life,nowadays)and he lives quietly and keeps out of scrapes poetical and political,and if Robert and I had a little less modesty we are assured that we should find access to him easy.But we can't make up our minds to go to his door and introduce ourselves as vagrant minstrels,when he may probably not know our names.We could never follow the fashion of certain authors,who send their books about with intimations of their being likely to be acceptable or not --of which practice poor Tennyson knows too much for his peace.

If,indeed,a letter of introduction to Beranger were vouchsafed to us from any benign quarter,we should both be delighted,but we must wait patiently for the influence of the stars.

Meanwhile,we have at last sent our letter [Mazzini's]to George Sand,accompanied with a little note signed by both of us,though written by me,as seemed right,being the woman.We half-despaired in doing this --for it is most difficult,it appears,to get at her,she having taken vows against seeing strangers,in consequence of various annoyances and persecutions,in and out of print,which it's the mere instinct of a woman to avoid --I can understand it perfectly.

Also,she is in Paris for only a few days,and under a new name,to escape from the plague of her notoriety.People said,"She will never see you --you have no chance,I am afraid."But we determined to try.At least I pricked Robert up to the leap --for he was really inclined to sit in his chair and be proud a little.

"No,"said I,"you SHA'N'T be proud,and I WON'T be proud,and we WILL see her --I won't die,if I can help it,without seeing George Sand."So we gave our letter to a friend,who was to give it to a friend who was to place it in her hands --her abode being a mystery,and the name she used unknown.

The next day came by the post this answer:

'"Madame,j'aurai l'honneur de vous recevoir Dimanche prochain,rue Racine,3.C'est le seul jour que je puisse passer chez moi;et encore je n'en suis pas absolument certaine --mais je ferai tellement mon possible,que ma bonne e/toile m'y aidera peut-entre un peu.

Agre/ez mille remerciments de coeur ainsi que Monsieur Browning,que j'espe

e voir avec vous,pour la sympathie que vous m'accordez.

George Sand.

Paris:12fevrier '52."

'This is graceful and kind,is it not?--and we are going to-morrow --I,rather at the risk of my life,but I shall roll myself up head and all in a thick shawl,and we shall go in a close carriage,and I hope I shall be able to tell you the result before shutting up this letter.

'Monday.--I have seen G.S.She received us in a room with a bed in it,the only room she has to occupy,I suppose,during her short stay in Paris.

She received us very cordially with her hand held out,which I,in the emotion of the moment,stooped and kissed --upon which she exclaimed,"Mais non!je ne veux pas,"and kissed me.I don't think she is a great deal taller than I am,--yes,taller,but not a great deal --and a little over-stout for that height.The upper part of the face is fine,the forehead,eyebrows and eyes --dark glowing eyes as they should be;the lower part not so good.The beautiful teeth project a little,flashing out the smile of the large characteristic mouth,and the chin recedes.It never could have been a beautiful face Robert and I agree,but noble and expressive it has been and is.