"This was on a Tuesday; and during the next three days a great struggle went on in my heart. I was desperately in love with the countess, and still I was afraid of her. But my evil star conquered;and the next Saturday, at nine o'clock, I was at the station again.
"The countess has since confessed to me that she expected me. When she saw me, she made a sign; and, when they opened the doors, I managed to find a place by her side."M. Magloire had for some minutes given signs of great impatience; now he broke forth,--"This is too improbable!"
At first Jacques de Boiscoran made no reply. It was no easy task for a man, tried as he had been of late, to stir up thus the ashes of the past; and it made him shudder. He was amazed at seeing on his lips this secret which he had so long buried in his innermost heart.
Besides, he had loved, loved in good earnest; and his love had been returned. And there are certain sensations which come to us only once in life, and which can never again be effaced. He was moved to tears.
But as the eminent advocate of Sauveterre repeated his words, and even added,--"No, it is not credible!"
"I do not ask you to believe me," he said gently: "I only ask you to hear me."And, overcoming with all his energy the kind of torpor which was mastering him, he continued,--"This trip to Fontainebleau decided our fate. Other trips followed.
The countess spent her days with her friend, and I passed the long hours in roaming through the woods. But in the evening we met again at the station. We took a /coupe/, which I had engaged beforehand, and Iaccompanied her in a carriage to her father's house.
"Finally, one evening, she left her friend's house at the usual hour;but she did not return to her father's house till the day after.""Jacques!" broke in M. Magloire, shocked, as if he had heard a curse, --"Jacques!"M. de Boiscoran remained unmoved.
"Oh!" he said, "I know you must think it strange. You fancy that there is no excuse for the man who betrays the confidence of a woman who has once given herself to him. Wait, before you judge me."And he went on, in a firmer tone of voice,--"At that time I thought I was the happiest man on earth; and my heart was full of the most absurd vanity at the thought that she was mine, this beautiful woman, whose purity was high above all calumny. I had tied around my neck one of those fatal ropes which death alone can sever, and, fool that I was, I considered myself happy.
"Perhaps she really loved me at that time. At least she did not hesitate, and, overcome by the only real great passion of her life, she told me all that was in her innermost heart. At that time she did not think yet of protecting herself against me, and of making me her slave. She told me the secret of her marriage, which had at one time created such a sensation in the whole country.
"When her father, the Marquis de Brissac, had given up his place, he had soon begun to feel his inactivity weigh upon him, and at the same time he had become impatient at the narrowness of his means. He had ventured upon hazardous speculations. He had lost every thing he had;and even his honor was at stake. In his despair he was thinking of suicide, when chance brought to his house a former comrade, Count Claudieuse. In a moment of confidence, the marquis confessed every thing; and the other had promised to rescue him, and save him from disgrace. That was noble and grand. It must have cost an immense sum.
And the friends of our youth who are capable of rendering us such services are rare in our day. Unfortunately, Count Claudieuse could not all the time be the hero he had been at first. He saw Genevieve de Tassar. He was struck with her beauty; and overcome by a sudden passion--forgetting that she was twenty, while he was nearly fifty--he made his friend aware that he was still willing to render him all the services in his power, but that he desired to obtain Genevieve's hand in return.
"That very evening the ruined nobleman entered his daughter's room, and, with tears in his eyes, explained to her his terrible situation.
She did not hesitate a moment.
" 'Above all,' she said to her father, 'let us save our honor, which even your death would not restore. Count Claudieuse is cruel to forget that he is thirty years older than I am. From this moment I hate and despise him. Tell him I am willing to be his wife.'
"And when her father, overcome with grief, told her that the count would never accept her hand in this form, she replied,--" 'Oh, do not trouble yourself about that! I shall do the thing handsomely, and your friend shall have no right to complain. But Iknow what I am worth; and you must remember hereafter, that, whatever service he may render you, you owe him nothing.'
"Less than a fortnight after this scene, Genevieve had allowed the count to perceive that he was not indifferent to her and a month later she became his wife.
"The count, on his side, had acted with the utmost delicacy and tact;so that no one suspected the cruel position of the Marquis de Tassar.
