And Madame Caroline, with her face still and ever young under its crown of snowy hair, remained gay in spite of everything, gay as though rejuvenescence came to her with each returning April of the world's old age. And at the shame-fraught recollection of her liaison with Saccard she began to think of the frightful filth with which love also has been soiled. Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy—love which creates life?
THE END
[NOTES]
[1] The authorised stockbrokers, who stand in a railed-off space in the centre of the Bourse. This space is called the Corbeille, or basket.—Trans.
[2] The outside brokers, jobbers, keepers of bucket-shops, &c.—Trans.
[3] An individual who brings business to a broker, and receives a remise or commission on the transaction.—Trans.
[4] 1864.
[5] The father of the present President.—Trans.
[6] Schleswig-Holstein.