At that moment a servant entered the room, with terror in his looks, and
addressing the marchioness said--
“Madam, Achard has sent to request that the priest and the doctor of the
castle, may instantly be ordered to attend him--he is dying.”
“Tell him,” replied the marchioness, pointing to her husband, whom
Marguerite was vainly endeavoring to restore to consciousness, “that
they are both obliged to remain here to attend upon the marquis.”
CHAPTER XIV.--RELIGIOUS CONVICTION.
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
Shakespeare.
As has been seen by the end of the preceding chapter, God, by one of
those extraordinary combinations, which short-sighted man almost always
attributes to chance, had summoned to his presence, and almost at
the same moment, the souls of the noble Marquis d’Auray, and the poor
low-born Achard. We have seen that the former, struck by the sight of
Paul, the living portrait of his father, as if by a thunderbolt, fell at
the feet of the young man, who was himself terrified at the effect his
appearance had produced.
As to Achard, the circumstances which had hastened his death, although
differing in their nature, and from very opposite feelings, had arisen
from the same fatal causes, and had been brought about by the same
individual. The sight of Paul had created direful emotions in the
breasts both of the marquis and Achard. On the former from excess of
terror, on the latter from excess of joy.
During the day which had preceded the intended signing of the contract,
Achard had felt himself more feeble than usual. Notwithstanding this, he
had not neglected in the evening to crawl to his master’s grave, there
to put up his accustomed prayer. Thence he had observed with a devotion
more profound than ever, that ever new and splendid spectacle, the sun
sinking into the ocean. He had followed the decline of its enpurpled
light, and as though the vast torch of the world had drawn his soul
toward it, he had felt his strength extinguished with its last rays;
so that when the servant from the castle came in the evening at the
accustomed hour to receive his orders, not finding him in his house,
had sought for him without the park, and as it was well known that he
generally walked in that direction, found him lying extended at the foot
of the great oak tree, upon the grave of his master, and deprived of
consciousness. Thus did he remain constant to the last in that religious
devotedness he had vowed to his master’s tomb, and which had been the
exclusive feeling of the last years of his life.
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