The day before this frightful event, he caused me to go through a long
and serious examination on the manner in which I was to manage my
fortune; this with remarkable lucidity and apparent satisfaction. He
then said to me: "I have doubled the means my father left me; this
increase of fortune has been my steady object in life, because my
constant aim has been your future happiness. Make a good use of these
riches if you are able. Remember, my child, that gold is all-powerful:
honour and happiness. Above all things, try to live alone; that is the
great science of life. If you should find a woman like your mother,
marry her, but be on your guard against adorers who will simply be after
your fortune; in a word, never trust in any appearances before having
sounded their secret depths." Then showing me his great secretary, he
added: "You are to have that piece of furniture burned, just as it
stands, with all it contains. I have taken out all our family papers,
and you should be perfectly indifferent as to the rest. Adieu, my child,
I have always been satisfied with your conduct."
And as through my tears I spoke to him of eternity, of my grief if I
should have the frightful misfortune to lose him, he faintly smiled and
said to me, in his calm and steady voice: "My child, why do you speak to
me of these vanities? There is nothing eternal, there is nothing even
durable in human feeling, joy and gladness are but transitory
emotions,--grief and sadness are still more fleeting. Remember this, my
poor child. You are generous and affectionate--you love me tenderly--you
are grievously afflicted at the thought of losing me. Your actual grief
is really so intense that it hides from you for the time being the
coming separation,--and yet this diseased body can not, ought not, to
continue to live; sooner or later after I am gone, you will begin to
regret me less; little by little you will turn your mind to other
thoughts, then you will begin to be consoled,--and after awhile I shall
be forgotten!"
"Never," I exclaimed, and, throwing myself on the foot of his bed, I
took his hand and covered it with my tears.
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