Meanwhile, her father had risen, and gone out for an early turn along
the Promenade. He let himself out at the rear into the Rue de France,
in order not to pass the Villa Chevrier, and after strolling for some
time about the town, he reached the sea again walking alone, his face
set towards the high castle hill, which he presently ascended by the
winding flight of stone steps, and standing at last on the summit, in
the beautiful garden laid out on the side of the long-ruined chateau,
paused to rest. The sun was strong, the sky cloudless, and in every
direction the view was superb. As he stood leaning over the stone
parapet, the Cape of Antibes, the Iles de Lerins, the mouth of the broad
stony Var, and the town of Nice were at his feet, while behind stretched
the green valley of the Paillon, with the white monasteries of Cimiez
and St Pons, the distant chateau of St Andre, the peaks of Mont Chauve,
and the Aspremont, with the blue distant Alps forming a picturesque
background. He removed his hat, and allowed the fresh breeze that came
up from the sea to fan his heated temples.
He was alone, save for a solitary sentinel standing with fixed bayonet
some distance away, at the entrance to a large platform, where several
guns were mounted behind baskets filled with stones, and as he leaned,
his eyes fixed blankly upon the sea, some low words escaped him.
"Yes," he murmured in desperation, "this is indeed the last drop that
has filled my cup of affliction. Poor Liane! How can I tell her? How
can I go to her and confess the ghastly truth? If I do; if I tell her
of the terrible secret which I had believed was mine alone, she--the
child whom I have loved and cherished all these years, will turn from me
with loathing."
His hands were clenched, his brow furrowed, and upon his usually merry
countenance was a settled look of unutterable despair.
"No, it is impossible--absolutely impossible," he went on, sighing
deeply, after a few moments. "To tell her the truth would only be to
increase her unhappiness and cause her to hate me, therefore I cannot--I
dare not! No; Zertho is inexorable. I must sacrifice Liane in order to
save myself."
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