Louis Lambert
LOUIS LAMBERT BY HONORE DE BALZAC Translated by Clara Bell and James Waring DEDICATION "Et nunc et semper dilectoe dicatum."
The happy family did not miss her for a time; yet when their great
and sudden happiness subsided into realization they sought her, but in
vain.
They needed her not; for the essence of her life was with them, while
she was walking over the earth, carrying pleasure and happiness to
thousands; yet doing the work of her father no more than her worn and
sad-eyed sister.
VII.
UPWARD.
There was once an aged man who owned and lived in a large house
the height of which was three stories. His only child was a daughter,
of whom he was very fond, and who listened generally to his words
of counsel and instruction; but no amount of persuasion could induce
her to ascend to the highest story of their dwelling, where her father
spent many hours in watching the varied landscape which it overlooked.
It was an alloyed pleasure as he sat there evening after evening alone,
looking at the lovely cloud tints, and rivers winding like veins of
LOUIS LAMBERT BY HONORE DE BALZAC Translated by Clara Bell and James Waring DEDICATION "Et nunc et semper dilectoe dicatum."