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Soldats Russes, Helen, Andromeda or the fair ladies of a reverent knight, and had become mere instruments of pleasure and servants. However, one of those whom I saw at that time was especially worthy of being loved. She was a student of medicine whom I had met on the train between Rouen and Paris. Chance had led to a conversation. I had found my fellow traveller cultured and remarkable for the scientific turn of her conversation: since she was also very pretty, with the freshness of a Flemish blonde, I was eager to see her again. This was not difficult to arrange, for she was studying to be an assistant, and the courses, the hospital and, in case of need, a substitute for the night, gave her a great deal of liberty. '
We dined together two or three times on Sundays and then, wishing to receive her in my own establishment, I rented a ground-floor apartment at the end of a courtyard in the Rue de Madrid. This was the time of bachelor apartments, of the novels of Bourget and of Le Lys Rouge, and Madame N. took pleasure in hiding her face behind a thick veil and stealing into forbidden lodgings. Surely there was never a less exacting mistress. I was incapable of any effort of kindness or sacrifice for her, no matter how slight. Twenty times Suzanne (this was her first name) said to me:
`Stay over Monday night ... I can take a night off. ..'
`What are you thinking of?' I would reply. `I have to be at the mill Tuesday morning at seven-thirty.'
`Then give me part of Monday afternoon.'
`But you're dreaming, Suzanne! What about my work?'
Perhaps this conscientiousness -Was laudable, but it was carried out gracelessly, and I am amazed that this charming woman was able to put up with me for as long as she did.
When my vacation came, I went mountain climbing with a team of good Alpinists in the massif of the Vanoise, and on my way back stopped at Geneva. I had promised while there to call on an actress named Maggy Bertin, a friend of one of my friends. She was playing at the theatre of the Parc des Eaux-Vives. During th intermission I went to see her in her dressing-room. A girl was seate~ nearby. She introduced her:
`Mademoiselle Janine de Szymkiewicz. . . . '
I stood motionless, transfixed by the astonishing beauty of this stranger. How often I had dreamed of the perfect face -in which the pensive serious

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