"Well, then, madame, let us not speak of the happiness which is assured
to her so long as she lives by your side; that would be too easy a
prophecy. Let us speak of the moment so cruel to a mother's heart, when
she must abandon her idolised child to the care of an unknown family, of
an unknown man. Poor mother! she can scarcely believe it. Her daughter,
so timid, so retiring, so sensitive a nature, that to her mother alone
she spoke without blushing, and with joyous assurance! Her
daughter,--whom she has never left by day or by night! Her
daughter,--her pride, her care, her solicitude, and her glory! Her
daughter,--that angel of grace and candour, whom she alone can
understand, whose joys and sorrows, susceptibility and diffidence she
alone can divine! She is now in the power of a stranger, one who has
ingratiated himself solely by coming daily for two months under the eyes
of her parents to talk to her of conventional trifles, or, perhaps, of
the duty that a wife owes her husband. They are now united; and here,
madame, I spare you the horribly vulgar and suggestive pageantry with
which we lead a young girl to the altar, under the eyes of an unblushing
crowd, with great parade, in the glare of daylight, and with the blare
of music and of pomp. In Otähiti they act with more modesty, or at
least with more reserve. At length, after the ceremony, this man carries
off his prey to his home, saying, 'Follow me, wife!' Well, madame,
should my predictions be realised, he who before God and before men
would have the right to say so harshly to your daughter, 'Wife, follow
me!' should rather say to her, in a soft, timid, supplicating voice,
'Come, my betrothed!'"
Madame de Fersen looked at me with astonishment.
"Yes, madame, above all, that man will respect with pious adoration,
with religious veneration, the chastely sublime terror of the maiden,
torn from her mother's arms, from her virgin couch, to be thrown
suddenly in a strange household. That deep and instinctive fear, that
sorrowful regret which his wife feels, he will calm by degrees, with
charming attention, with simple kindness, which will tame that poor
shrinking heart. He will know how to make himself beloved as the best of
brothers, in the hope of being some day the happiest of lovers."
"What a pity that dream is only a charming folly!" said Madame de
Fersen, with a sigh.
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