France -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Women -- France -- Fiction
"I shall be very sorry," the colonel replied, "but wives are made to
obey, not to advise. I have not yet definitely made my purpose known to
Indiana. With the exception of yourself, my friend, I do not know what
there is here that she should feel any regret at leaving; and yet I
anticipate tears and nervous attacks, from a spirit of contradiction, if
nothing else. The devil take the women! However, my dear Raymon, I rely
upon you all the same to make my wife listen to reason. She has
confidence in you; use your influence to prevent her from crying. I
detest tears."
Raymon promised to come again the next day and inform Madame Delmare of
her husband's decision.
"You will do me a very great favor," said the colonel. "I will take
Ralph to the farm, so that you may have a good chance to talk with her."
"Well, luck is on my side!" thought Ralph, as he took his leave.
XIX
Monsieur Delmare's plans fell in perfectly with Raymon's wishes. He
foresaw that this love affair which, so far as he was concerned, was
drawing near its close, would soon bring him nothing but annoyance and
importunity, so that he was very glad to see events arranging themselves
in such a way as to save him from the wearisome but inevitable results
of a played-out intrigue. It only remained for him to take advantage of
Madame Delmare's last moments of excitement, and then to leave to his
complaisant destiny the task of ridding him of her tears and reproaches.
So he returned to Lagny the next day, intending to exalt the unhappy
woman's enthusiasm to its apogee.
"Do you know, Indiana," he said, when they met, "the part that your
husband has requested me to play with respect to you? A strange
commission, upon my word! I am to entreat you to go with him to Ile
Bourbon; to urge you to leave me; to tear out my heart and my life. Do
you think that he made a good choice of an advocate?"
Madame Delmare's sombre gravity imposed a sort of respect on Raymon's
cunning.
"Why do you come and tell me all this?" she said. "Are you afraid that I
shall allow myself to be moved? Are you afraid that I shall obey? Never
fear, Raymon, my mind is made up; I have passed two nights looking at it
on every side; I know to what I expose myself; I know what I must defy,
what I must sacrifice, what I must disdain to notice; I am ready to pass
through this stormy period of my destiny. Will not you be my support and
my guide?"
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