'He came home the day before yesterday about four o'clock, and I saw at
once by his face that there was something wrong with him. I had,
however, been so accustomed to see him look sad of late that it did not
strike me very much. He had told me that he was going to Italy on a long
tour. I said to him: "Do you still intend going to-morrow?" "No," he
replied, and, taking me in his arms, held me there for some time, whilst
he sobbed like a child. I asked him what was the matter. "Nothing," he
said; "where is Constant?" His question surprised me. He knew that the
boy never comes home from school before six o'clock. "And Fresneau?" he
added. Then he drew a deep sigh and went into his room. I stood there
for five minutes debating with myself--I thought that perhaps I ought
not to leave him alone. At last I began to get frightened--he is so
easily led away in his fits of despair. And then I heard the report--I
shall hear it all my life!'
She stopped, too agitated to go on, and, after another storm of tears
had spent itself, Claude asked, 'What does the doctor say?'
'That he is out of danger, unless some unforeseen complication sets in,'
replied Emilie; 'he has explained to us that the trigger of the
revolver--it was I who gave it him!--was somewhat hard to pull. The
pressure that he brought to bear upon it must have altered the direction
of the ball; it passed through the lung without touching the heart, and
came out on the other side. At twenty-five! _Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!_ What a
terrible thing! No--he does not love us; he has never loved us!'
Whilst she was thus lamenting and laying bare a heart suffering from
those pangs of unrequited affection that mothers know so well the Abbé
Taconet appeared on the threshold of the sick-room. He shook hands with
Claude, whom he had long since forgiven for having run away from the
Ecole Saint-André, and replied to the inquiring looks of his niece and
Rosalie:
'He is going to sleep, and I must get back to my school.'
'Will you allow me to walk with you?' said Claude.
'I was going to ask you to do so,' replied the priest.
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