Synopsis

I was not rich—on the contrary; and I had been told the Pension Beaurepas was cheap. I had, moreover, been told that a boarding- house is a capital place for the study of human nature. I had a fancy for a literary career, and a friend of mine had said to me, "If you mean to write you ought to go and live in a boarding-house; there is no other such place to pick up material." I had read something of this kind in a letter addressed by Stendhal to his sister: "I have a ionate desire to know human nature, and have a great mind to live in a boarding-house, where people cannot conceal their real characters." I was an irer of La Chartreuse de Parme, and it appeared to me that one could not do better than follow in the footsteps of its author. I ed, too, the magnificent boarding-house in Balzac's Pere Goriot,—the "pension bourgeoise des deux sexes et autres," kept by Madame Vauquer, nee De Conflans.