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COMPANY
PHILADELPHIA.
U.S.
A.
THE
WORKS
OF
HONORE-DE-BALZAC
COUSIN
BETTY
(La
Causing
Betie)
TRANSLATED
BY
JAMC5
WARING
WITH
AN
INTRODUCTION
BY
GEORGE
SftlNTSBURY
AVIL
PUBLISHING
COMPANY
PHILADELPHIA,
U.S.A.
<
COUSIN
BETTY
365
COUSIN
BETTY
Pons.
The
whole
stuff
and
substance
of
La
Cousine
Bette
is
honestly
woven
novel-
less
irresistible
than
that
of
the
older
and
simpler
stories
just
without
losing
Adeline
had
been
prettier
than
herself
iii
childhood,
and
was
richer
and
more
highly
the second
G. S.
(1)
The
Poor
Relations
Of
your
affectionate
humble
servant,
DE
BALEAC.
PAMS,
August-September,
1846.
fancy
themselves
infinitely
Legion
of
Honor
was
not
missing
from
his
breast,
gallantly
padded
a
la
Prus-
sienne.
Proudly
seated
in
garden.
The
old
(3)
age
followed
the
man,
who
opened
the
door
of
the
drawing-
room,
announcing:
Baroness,
though
she
was
five
years
younger.
They
are
Madame
Hulot
as
Tartuffe
casts
at
him-
self
for
a
minute,
for
she
thought
it
wise
to
shut
the
window
and
agita-
atti-
tude.
woman,
that
I
am
perfectly
secure
in
my
own
virtue?
I
fear
nothing
not
at
all,
I
suspect,
the
mark;
we
are
wandering
from
the
point.
Still,
to
dispose
of
it
finally,
it
may
be
said
that
if
my
son
gets
into
office,
if
he
has
you
made
with recriminations
over accom-
hundred thousand
Napoleon,
his
head
showing
three-quarters
face,
and

last,
in
1834,
when
the
long
lashes
deprave
me
son
had
married
my
Celestine,
Hulot
I
for
gold
and
jewels
for
the
golden
calf.
by
that
very
rich
Duke,
who
is
such
a
patron
love
costs
thirty
thousand
francs
a
year.
It
is
through
your
husband's
experience
that
I
know
terror,
that
he
thought
she
had
gone
mad,
and
he
stopped.
You
insisted
on
it,
you
heaped
me
with
scorn,
you
defied
me
and
I
have
spoken,
said
he,
feeling
that
he
must
justify
the
ferocity
of
his
last
words.
ill-concealed
evidence
of
the
I
began
by
hopeful
expression,
which
so
completely
changed
her
countenance,
that
this
alone
ought

of
that
splendid
creature,
as
strong
in
her
pure
life
under
her
mother's
gift
of
nature?
There
are
in
a
false
position.
So
handsome
a
girl
find
a
husband
nowadays
if
she
is
penniless,
Crevel
re-
marked,
resuming
his
starchiest
manner.
Your
daughter
is
one
of
source
of
much
uneasiness
to
men
who
do
not
want
to
be
killing
lovers;
for,
after
all,
no
man
ex-pe-rf
inner.
an
old
libertine,
wish to owe
doors
she
had
closed,
and
did
not
see
the
threatening
gesture
which
was
Crevel's
parting
greeting.
She
walked
with
a
proud,
defiant
step,
like
a
martyr
Baron,
whom
everybody
regarded
as
one
of
the
giants
who
so
effectually
backed
Napoleon,
he
knew
name,
position,
women
who
preserved
their
beauty
in
spite
of
years,
The
eldest,
a
soldier
of
1792,
severely
wounded
in
the
at-
tack
on
the
lines
at
Wissembourg,
adored
the
Emperor
Napoleon
and
everything
herself
for
love
of
her
husband,
for
she
was
simply
who
organized
the
improvised
troops
whose
rout
brought
the
for
wives
but
as
soon
as
she
saw
Hector,
she
always
noblest and saintliest
of her sex.
Adeline
is
fifty,
?
idea
of
her
idol's
fall,
with
a
vague
vision
of
the
Though
she
was
beaten
for
this
misdeed,
she
persisted
nevertheless
in
tearing
the
favorite's
gowns
and
crumpling
eyes
and
sooty
brows,
unable,
Hulot
had
raised
it.
Lisbeth
sus-
pected
the
halter
of
domestic
servitude;
several
times
the
she
had
most
of
to be so
whom the
of
figure
by
Baroness,
laughing.
I
Hortense.
Is
he
a
prince?
he
really
exists,
you
are
treating
him
criminally.
You
do
not
know
how
to
love
truly.
to the
his
protection
and
sent
him
to
school.
I
will
not
break
my
word,
Hortense
replied;
prove
his
these
that
symbolized
the
evil
passions.
The
palms,
ferns,
reeds,
and
foliage
that
wreathed
the
Virtues
showed
a
style,
a
taste,
a
warmed
his
heart.
But,
mum;
you
promised,
you
know
say
forty-
three.
**I
ajn
listening;
I
am
a
wooden
image/'
said
Hprtense,
curiosity
Carrousel,
near
my
lodgings.
Now,
your
buy
or
even
look
at
unknown,
love
in
|ts
vaguest
form.,
when
eyery
thought
is
acqreted
round
;
Her
daughter's
cry
of
alarm
recalled
her
to
salts.
When
she
came
back,
she
found
spectacles
men
whose
eyes
always
light
up
the
enemy.
Talk
has
taken
the
place
of
action,
which
goes
very
much
against
the
Hortense,
I
am
heard,
opened
his
arms,
abominable
Jewess
again;
two
lines,
I
should
go
to
her,
as
we
crave in-
Revolution of
military
promotion,
and
sound
sense
disagree-
ment,
love,
that
Europe
may
reassure
itself
as
to
Tuileries,
Parisians
know
on
meeting
a
pretty
woman,
realiz-
back
at
once.
the
window.
Fischer.
of the house
superficial
ob-
try
to
to
tell
tales.
words,
the
young
man
seemed
man seemed
greengage
and
offered
it
him.
Thank
you/*
said
.he,
taking
the
plum.
Are
you
tired
see,
I
thought
of
you
when
dining
with
my
cousin/'
I
know,
said
he,
with
a
look
at
affectionate and
have
understood
that
the
hints
thrown
out
by
the
Oliviers
were
false.
Everything
in
this
the use of
your
desires,
for
you
will
have
boggy
or
discreditable
path,
be
uncommon
in
Poland,
WENCESLAS/'
work,
and
sat
stitching
shall
leave
you
to
your
fate.
he
had
a
gift
for
it.
hearing
her
story,
Monsieur
and
a
guarantee
to
a
money-lender
who
agreed
who
make
my
fortune.'
If
works
of
art
could
be
hammered
out
like
nails,
models in
lay
as
a
germ
in
the
old
maid's
heart
developed
rapidly.
She
could
now
satisfy
formal release.
this
wretched
state
of
affairs
may
be,
years,
she
cherished
the
foolish
hope
of
prolonging
at
Vernisset,
Monsieur
Stidmann;
and
ladies
smelling
of
patchouli
holding
a
housewarming.
the
all
so
much
on
here.,
that
it
was
Baron
leave
the
room
as
precipitately
as
Lot
departed
from
Gomorrah,
but
he
did
not
look
back
like
Mrs.
Lot,
time
be
prefer
any
man
in
the
world
Louvre,
and
facing
the
Hotel
de
Nantes
;
forget
that
grasp-
as-
tonished
eye,
and
she
responded
with
a
War
Office,
wear-
go
of
great
works;
and
the
girl
herself
might
in
Italy
have
of
the
offspring
as
there
is
in
thin,
drawn
features,
like
those
of
a
monk
consumed
by
asceticism;
she
7
?
story
to
your
good
punish
me
for
confiding
in
you,
replied
she.
It
you
think
of
Li-
vonia?
Is
you.
execute
this
model
could
get
a
hundred
with
twenty
amateurs
only
too
glad
to
possess
a
replica
of
such
a
work.
good.
repaid by
and
then,
as
if
ashamed
of
having
said
too
much,
she
ran
out
into
the
garden.
and
in
love,
first
sight
is
practically
second
sight.
the arid
penetrated
its
secrets.
seeing
you/'
from
the
political
firmament,
like
extin-
monument
of
Marshal
made
acquaintance
colors;
their
made
a
friend
and
can
go
wrong
for
a
man
who
is
not
wholly
hers.
8
might
see
him
without
risk.
My
dear
child,
said
she,
for
they
called
each
my
dear,
pushed
her
clenched
fingers
they
have
kept
it
from
burning,
I
am
going
mad
what
can
a
poor
relation
do
against
a
rich
family
? It
would
be
the
story
of
under
it.
justice.
I
keep
up
every
appearance
of
respectability,
Valerie
went
sheep-dog,
a
confidante,
a
sort
of
respect-
pretty
little
woman
to
herself
when
she
was
alone.
I
shall
not
embrace
you
often,
my
Valerie
in-
herited
these
courtesan
tastes
from
her
mother,
on
whom
abyss
to
demonstrate
its
depth.
And
this old
her
will;
she
Mauvaises-Paroles,
in
the
ancient
Hotel
Langeais,
built
by
that
illustrious
family
at
the
time
when
the
nobility
still
gathered
round
the
Louvre.
had
com-
Louis-Philippe,
her
Livonian
to
her-
self
had left Wenceslas
the moon.
tail-
ors'
patterns
an
object
of
perennial
admiration
to
Crevel's
citizen
friends.
The
portraits
of
a church
courtyard
and
a
garden.
Everything
was
as
spick-and-span
as
the
beetles
in
an
entomological
case,
for
Crevel
lived
very
little
at
home.
This
gorgeous
residence
was
the
political
friends,
to
men
he
wanted
to
dazzle,
or
to
a
family
party.
r-9
bringing
up
by
hand
for
her?
is
little
milliner ?
trust
me
again.
I
know,
At
the
same
time,
he
is
spending
judicious
and
respect
those
seeing
her
sum
in
five-per-cents
just
come
from
the
Lebas',,
and
they
were
talking
of
Mademoiselle
Popinot
as
a
suitable
match
for
their
are Hortensias.
How
could
we
spirit;
I
could
save
you
a
you,
and
who
will
give
you
happiness
you
could
never
find
the full
into
her
own
room.
on
your
character.
I
will

menacing
aspect,
of
which
the
Baroness,
in
her
alarm,
took
no
notice.
I
was
wrong,
said
Adeline,
supporting
the
artist,
who,
how
much
have
you
saved?
was
a
peagant's
daughter,
and
had
not
a
farthing
nf
her
own.
10
shred
of
distrust
he
asked.
More,
monsieur,
said
the
sculptor.
Her
mother
was
a
peasant's
daughter,
and
had
not
a
farthincr
of
her
own.
10
perfect
manners,
as
francs'
worth
of
diamonds.
orders
of
his
debts,
with
where
they
hide.
out
of
sight,
Fischer
called
back
the
pension,
will
each
party
tion.
your
place?
said
the
millionaire
Baron,
laughing.
The
other
Baron
not
a
millionaire
looked
grave.
Be
quite
easy;
I
only
raised
the
question
to
show
you
A
man
could
not
expend
more
activity,
intelligence,
and
presence
of
mind
in
the
honest
acquisition
of
a
fortune
than
the
Baron
a
proper
of
my
heart.
indispen-
francs,
success,
the
poor
relations
whose
I
would
serve
the
world;
for,
as
Monsieur
Mar-
'Was it
very expensive,
Leon de
than
a
second
edition
of
Fabert,
vanity
of
her
lovers;
she
must
absolute
folly.
If
you
work
harder,
do
inexcusable crime
when she
degrees
even
oats,
Sunday
services,
she
en-
legitimate
branch,
had
three
charms
Valerie
added
the
highly-prized
advantage
of
being
an
occult
power.
Claude
Vignon,
now
together
and
to
proclaim
the
many
merits
of
the
lady
of
the
house.
Scandal
is
the
true
Holy
Alliance
in
then she
him;
and
Madame
Marneffe
thought
it
necessary
to
deceive
him
thoroughly,
for
this
man,
she
saw,
would
prove
an
inexhaustible
till.
The
overcome
by
seem-
ing
to
of
the
old
beau
of
the
Empire,
de-
termined
to
forestall
it.
hair
in
the
ears
the
Mayor
keep
her
hair
smooth,
wore
fiery eyes,
life,
Lisbeth
was
most
amiable;
it
did
indeed.
politics
of
but
his
passion
for
Madame
Marneffe
had
ere
long
become
so
you
in
my
place
de-
liberation
between
them.
Lisbeth,
strangely
excited
by
this
harlot
existence,
advised
her
docile,
as
elegant
12
to the
of a
in
a
whisper.
You
really
ought
to
persuade
her
to
live
better.
Now,
yesterday
madame
told
me
to
give


would
must
be
wanting
it,
since
you
give
her
yours,
paper.
She
had
or
discuss
Those
pretty
fingers
will
know
at
last,
like
mine,
what
Adeline which
go
on
together,
and
re-
mained
standing
in
a
window-bay.
What
is
it,
Yictorin?
said
Lisbeth,
''Some
caused
by
your
father,
I
dare
wager.

close
this
PH.
If
only
Madame
Marneffe
would
throw
him
over
said
Hortense
bitterly.
Victorin,
said
Lisbeth,
you
have
janog.
weak woman. The
holding
his
hat
in
one
hand,
made
a
fool
dimpled,
were
past
three
years;
but
she
ear,
and
then,
to
the
surprise
of
all,
Valerie
went
Mar-
?

freedom,
neither
you
nor
of Eve.
twelve
in
swallowing
drugs
and
decoc-
quite
easy.
And
in
Madame
Marneffe
re-
piece
into
her
hand
cares
for
you,
and
for
no
one
but
you;
fury.
You
left
this
room
looking
like
the
asked Crevel.
This
dialogue
is
garnished
with
puns
for
which
it
is
difficult
to
find
any
English
equivalent.
to submission.
Josepha.
That
young
person
has
the
courage
of
her
disgrace,
while
I
I
am
a
hypocrite,
and
deserve
to
be
publicly
whipped.
Alas
Josepha
is
protected
by
I
have
been
entirely
kind,

you
children
gate
was
closed.
is
capable
upsets
me
like
Baron
suddenly
aware
that
he
was
sixty-three,
and
that
his
cloak
was
wet.
proof
than
you
can
show.
Proofs
give
me
proof
cried
the
Baron,
almost
crazy
with
exasperation.
shops
facing
The
little
apartment,
comprising
a
din-
ing-room,
drawing-room,
and
bedroom,
all
lighted
from
above,
and
standing
partly
on
Crevel's
ground
and
partly
on
his
:
greatest
of
human
gifts
for
power.
Every
she
would
a
She
told
But
she,
who
we
are
older
than
we
were,
But,
my
dear
fellow,
how
is
one
to
do
without
fun.
her
sallies
pf
wit,
and
of
affection;
for
she
was
an
arU\;
in
love,
and.
e
gg
e
<J
fpr
8
totef
interview.
an
end,
for
I
am
six-and-
twenty,
and
henceforth
I
you
dgn't
know,
JJeari
for
fancy.
she
added
in
a
whisper.
No;
he
is
in
the
drawing-room
talking
to
Stidmann
and
Chanor,
design
fpr
hemispheres
of
Art.
;
as a
statue
of
Marshal
Montcornet.
enraptured
Stein-
to see
many
clever
men
in
Paris
who
spend
their
lives
in
talking
themselves
out,
and
are
con-
and the

an
of
life,
Great
men
are
and
the
noted
artist,
she
caught
certain
glances
from
his
eyes
at
Hortense,
which
suggested
to
her
the
possibility
of
offering
him
to
the
Countess
Stein-
bock
as
a
consolation
if
Wenceslas
should
be
false
to
her.
In
see
the
lender,
who
will
oblige
him
at
my
request.
It
is
him.
However,
I
must
tell
no
tales.
by
lending
us
her
savings.
And
he
gave
Lisbeth
all
my
enemies.
I
am
new.
This
evening,
which
Valerie
meant
to
be
a
success
for
her,
she
had
placed
three
of
triumph.
She
had
promised
to
marry
Crevel
if
Marneffe
overlooked.
Oh
yes,
I
recognized
Monsieur
le
Comte/'
replied
Valerie,
three
artists,
in
Ninon's
petticoats
I
civilization
rather
than
that
they
have
become
civilized.
The
given
them
the
tough
constitution
of
Arabs.
At the
his own.
Celimene,
thought
he
to
himself.
All
through
the
dinner
Hulot
was
charming;
pleased
to
mense.
condition,
she
went
on,
playing
with
his
handsome
curls.

crowns
then/'
said
Steinbock
to
un-dressy.
way
that
is
enough
to
compromise
her,
and
her
husband
is
insanely
jealous.
Do
not
tread
in
your
father-in/<
Artists are
so heed-
here
-
Hortense
knew
nothing.
He
owed
money
to
?
blundered.
The
Countess
did
not
finish
her
sentence;
she
simply
fainted
away.
The
artist
rang,
and
the
maid
came
in.
When
the
unhappy
in
the
\
have
shown
the
world
the
spectacle
of
it,
as
pious
Catholics
kiss
the
holy
relics
of
a
martyr.
Nay,
get
up,
Hortense,
said
the
Baroness.
Such
homage
from
to
soothe
But
you
had
ten
years,
dear
mamma,
and
I
have
had
but
three
said
the
self-absorbed
girl.
a woman.
thousand
francs;
but
I
owe
happy
woman,*'
thought
she
to
herself,
as
every
mother
thinks
when
she
sees
would borrow
proved
guilty?
devil's
hoof;
am
supposed
to
be
Eue
du
Doyenne ?
by
her-
self?
long.
Madame
Olivier
is
the
only
person
who
the

night
enfolded
her.
The
shouts
of
her
little
She
has
been
heroical
every
day
for
twenty-three
years.
3ut
I
have
not
the
was
written
in
anguish.
Hortense
abandoned
did
not
regret
the
money,
the
young
Hulots
were
full
alike
of
doubts
and
uneasiness
as
regarded
the
Baron.
This
sentiment,
which
was
evident
enough,
distressed
the
Baroness;
she
foresaw
a
break-up
of
the
family
tie.
Hortense
was
accommodated
in
the
dining-room,
arranged
as
a
bedroom
with
the
help
of
the
Marshal's
money,
and
the
I
say
tell
Valerie
that
I
will
in
same
reserve
as
she
had
im-
to
say
so
much,
my
dear
friend,
it
is
because
your
personal
interest
is
far
more
deeply
implicated
than
any
concern
or
vanity
of
mine.
In,
the
first
place,
the
But,
after
all,
Roger,
what
is
nothing.
Now,
am
I
to
go?
Wait
a
little.
I
will
see
the
Marshal,
replied
Hulot,
She
prefers
to
stick
to
her
family,
You
must
tell
him
yourself
that
he
be
signed
to-morrow.
She
was
so
convinced
that
her

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