Albert Savarus

Albert Savarus is a Romance of Honore de Balzac, published in 1842 in serial in the Century , published in volume in the Furne edition of the same year, classified in the Scènes of the private life of the human Comedy .

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The baroness of Watteville, dominating and fashionable, holds with Besancon one of the most run living rooms. Still tempting, it crushes a husband hand lantern and his Rosalie daughter to which it prepares a brilliance marriage with Amédée de Soulas which is in admiration in front of the mother. But Rosalie has other aimings, since in the city a lawyer settled, Savaron de Savarus whose mysterious personality intrigues the young girl. She loves in secrecy this ambitious man who prepares his political career. But Savarus with imprudence to publish a text, a news in the fashion of the time, where it describes the adventures in love with a man with a princess. It is not difficult to guess that this text is autobiographical. Rosalie conceives a sharp spite of it, then a rageuse jealousy when she realizes that the princess really exists.

By a diabolic machination, it intercepts the correspondence of lawyer and it manufactures letters making accept the princess that Savarus, absorptive by its electoral campaign, does not feel any more any love for it. Blow, the princess become widowed remarie. And, at the time when the electoral campaign really starts, where Savarus most active, it should be shown disappears from Besancon. Insane from sorrow to have lost its princess, it was withdrawn in a convent. Rosalie will not be able to enjoy her victory because, with died of her father, her mother remarie with Amédée de Soulas, applicant whom the young girl had refused. It does not remain to him any more, in its turn, that to leave Besancon and to withdraw themselves in a property far away from the city.

Rosalie, in another register, fact part of the manipulators of the same type as the Cousin White beet . Like it besides, it will lose itself in its schemes. Taken with her own trap, Rosalie knows an end as sad as that of Lisbeth Fischer.

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