is now striving to interest himself in the conversation of a group of men twice his age i will not say he is but neither the nor the young girls make any advances towards him the young girls ss of a looking to sweet � in the of their fresh hair flowers dresses and glances � are being introduced are getting up to dance and the hostess is looking round for partners she sees the young man in the doorway but she and goes to some one else and if you asked her why she could not tell you why she avoided him presently the woman of thirty enters she is in white satin and diamonds she looks for him � a circular glance � and calm with possession she passes to a seat she dances the eighth twelfth and with him will he induce her to visit his rooms will they be like mine � strange of color and lamps s taste an old cabinet a faded which the memory of a pastoral century my taste or will it be a library � two leather library chain a large etc be this as it may whether the apartments be the extravagance of artistic impulse or the subdued taste of the student she the woman of thirty shall be there by night and day her statue is there and even when she is sleeping safe in her husband s arms with brow he the young man of refined mind alone and lonely shall kneel and her and should she not visit his rooms if the complex and various accidents of existence should have ruled out her life if the many of sentiment have decided against this last then she will wax to the complete the � the of old � she will never set him free and in the end will be found about his heart one single golden hair she shall haunt his wife s face and words should he seek to rid himself of her by marriage a ss of a young han l bitter sweet a half welcome enchantment she shall and destroy the strength and spirit of his life leaving it desolation a barren landscape burnt and faintly scented with the sea fame and wealth shall slip like sand from him she may be set aside for the of a rhyme for the flowing line of a limb but when the passion of art has raged itself out she shall return to the peace of the a terrible malady is she a malady the knew of and called a beautiful name and of its idea aspect the breast of the in the and the disease is not extinct in these modern days nor will it ever be so long as men shall for the and the who trail their ill fated lives from their chambers to their clubs know of and they call their the woman of thirty ss chapter vi a dressing gown the of whose delights me some fresh honey and milk set by this couch hung with royal and having of this refreshment i call to jack my great that is crawling about after a two months fast i tie up a guinea pig to the pure louis xv the little beast struggles and � the snake his black bead like eyes are fixed how superb are the � now he strikes and slowly and with what exquisite he and is at the organ in the hall he is playing a chant that beautiful hymn the by saint the great poet of the middle ages and having turned over the leaves of les i sit down to write my original intention was to write some thirty or forty stories varying from thirty to three hundred lines in length the nature of these stories is easy to imagine there was the youth who wandered by night into the sabbath and was disputed for by the young and old there was the light o love who went into the desert to tempt the holy man but he died as he yielded and the arms by some miracle to she was unable to free herself and died of starvation as her bondage loosened in decay and i had increased my difficulties by as part of my task the introduction of all sorts of elaborate and in � of a young it an many cases composed and i had begun to feel that i was working in sand i could make no progress the house i was raising and fell away on every side these stories had one merit they were all so far as i can remember perfectly constructed far the art of telling a story clearly and les de s de m i had thoroughly learned from old m the author of a hundred and sixty plays written in with more than a hundred of the best writers of his day including the master himself i frequently met m at breakfast at a neighboring and our conversation turned on i de la piece la situation des etc one day as i sat waiting for him i took up the it contained an article by m la v la science were repeated some half a dozen times hardly able to believe my eyes i read that you should write with as little imagination as possible that plot in a novel or in a play was and and that the art of m was an art of strings and wires etc i rose up from breakfast ordered my coffee and stirred the sugar a little dizzy like one who has received a violent blow on the head echo words heard in an unexpected quarter but applying well to the difficulty of the moment the reader who has followed me so far will remember the instant effect the word had upon me in childhood and how it called into existence a train of feeling that illuminated the and 