French fiction -- Translations into English; Love -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
In the month of July, Hubert ceased to go out in the evening, and she
imagined that they had quarrelled; then George Liauran, whom she had
made a confidant of her anxieties, because she knew that he was
acquainted with Theresa, informed her that the latter had left for
Trouville, and the deception was a blow the more to her. It is the
privilege and the scourge of those organisms in which nerves
predominate, that griefs, instead of being lulled by habituation, become
incessantly more exaggerated and inflamed. The smallest details
comprehend an infinity of sorrow within them, as a drop of water
comprehends the infinity of heaven.
CHAPTER VI
Of the few persons composing the home circle in the Rue Vaneau, it was
George Liauran himself who was most anxious about the sorrow of Marie
Alice, because it was to him that she most completely betrayed her pain.
She understood that he was the only one who might some day be of service
to her. At every visit he compared the ravages which her one thought had
wrought upon her. Her features were growing thin, her cheeks hollow, and
her complexion livid, while her hair, hitherto so dark, was whitening in
entire tresses. It sometimes happened that George would go out into
society at the conclusion of one of these visits, and meet his cousin
Hubert, nearly always in the same circle as Madame de Sauve, elegant,
handsome, with brilliant eyes and happy mouth.
The contrast roused within him strange feelings, which were a mixture of
good and evil. On the one hand, indeed, George was very fond of Marie
Alice, and with an affection which, during the early days of their
youth, had been a very romantic one with them both. On the other, the,
to him, indubitable connection between this charming Hubert and Theresa
irritated him with a nervous anger without his well knowing why. He felt
towards his cousin that insurmountable ill-will which men of more than
forty and less than fifty years of age profess for the very young men
whom they see making their way in society, and, in fact, taking their
own places.
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