France -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Women -- France -- Fiction
Raymon threw himself into a chair and began to weep, the divers emotions
of the morning had so shaken his nerves. His mother wept with him and
could not make up her mind to go down until she had forced him to take
a few drops of ether.
Indiana was not weeping and rose with a calm and dignified air when she
recognized her. Madame de Ramière was so little prepared for such a
dignified and noble bearing, that she felt embarrassed before the
younger woman, as if she had shown lack of consideration for her by
taking her by surprise in her son's bedroom. She yielded to the deep and
true emotion of her heart and opened her arms impulsively. Madame
Delmare threw herself into them; her despair found vent in bitter sobs
and the two women wept a long while on each other's bosom.
But when Madame de Ramière would have spoken, Indiana checked her.
"Do not say anything to me, madame," she said, wiping away her tears;
"you could find no words to say that would not cause me pain. Your
interest and your kisses are enough to prove your generous affection; my
heart is as much relieved as it can be. I will go now; I do not need
your urging to realize what I have to do."
"But I did not come to send you away, but to comfort you," said Madame
de Ramière.
"I cannot be comforted," she replied, kissing her once more; "love me,
that will help me a little; but do not speak to me. Adieu, madame; you
believe in God--pray for me."
"You shall not go alone!" cried Madame de Ramière; "I will myself go
with you to your husband, to justify you, defend you and protect you."
"Generous woman!" said Indiana, embracing her warmly, "you cannot do it.
You alone are ignorant of Raymon's secret; all Paris will be talking
about it to-night, and you would play an incongruous part in such a
story. Let me bear the scandal of it alone; I shall not suffer long."
"What do you mean? would you commit the crime of taking your own life?
Dear child! you too believe in God, do you not?"
"And so, madame, I start for Ile Bourbon in three days."
"Come to my arms, my darling child! come and let me bless you! God will
reward your courage."
"I trust so," said Indiana, looking up at the sky.
Madame de Ramière insisted on sending for a carriage; but Indiana
resisted. She was resolved to return alone and without causing a
sensation. In vain did Raymon's mother express her alarm at the idea of
her undertaking so long a journey on foot in her exhausted, agitated
condition.
"I have strength enough," she said; "a word from Raymon sufficed to give
me all I need."
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