There were parties and
receptions, horse rides, hunts, drives--and it was always thus!
Alas, this was not the life she had dreamed of; she was born for
more exciting pleasures. She yearned for unknown emotions and
sensations, the unforeseen, abrupt transitions, passions, adventures.
She had not liked Sauvresy from the first day she saw him, and her
secret aversion to him increased in proportion as her influence over
him grew more certain. She thought him common, vulgar, ridiculous.
She thought the simplicity of his manners, silliness. She looked
at him, and saw nothing in him to admire. She did not listen to
him when he spoke, having already decided in her wisdom that he
could say nothing that was not tedious or commonplace. She was angry
that he had not been a wild young man, the terror of his family.
He had, however, done as other young men do. He had gone to Paris
and tried the sort of life which his friend Tremorel led. He had
enough of it in six months, and hastily returned to Valfeuillu, to
rest after such laborious pleasures. The experience cost him a
hundred thousand francs, but he said he did not regret purchasing
it at this price.
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