Part I–The Log

I shut myself up in my room, with the “Golden Legend” opened before me. I was stunned. This, then, was the secret of Princess Trepof! An old almanac-peddler’s wife, the signora Coccoz, had become a millionaire and a princess. Nothing more natural in our democratic society, where all is possible. But was it very probable? Above all, was it likely that this same person, having heard me tell Madame Trepof all about the manuscript in Sicily, did, on arriving in Paris, conceive the generous fancy of giving me back my cherished dream, my long-desired treasure? All this seemed to me in the highest degree improbable; yet it was the truth. And I, who glory in my reason, had
never once suspected the secret.

I devoted myself to accomplishing the task imposed by my gratitude to the singular and touching Princess Trepof—the task of publishing the “Golden Legend” of Jacque de Voragine, completed by the Clerk Alexander. The work was long and arduous; but I brought to it all the
devotion of which my heart and mind were capable.

Now, as I write these last lines, the task is finished. The work is published, and already it has won the approval of the learned world. It is not for me to speak of its scientific value; but this I can declare: never, in the course of my long career, have I undertaken a task that brought me greater joy. I think of it as a monument raised, not to my own glory, but to honor the noble and generous deed of a woman who, beneath the frivolous appearance of Madame Trepof, hid the warm heart and the fine mind of Jeanne Alexandre Coccoz.

My career draws to its close. I have not many more joys to expect from life; but among those few I count this strange and happy adventure of the “Legende Doree.” And, lost in these reflections, I imagine I can see, under the golden skies of Sicily, the laughing face of Madame Trepof, forever mingled in my memory with the fragrance of violets.

[The End]