France -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Women -- France -- Fiction
"Shall I tell you? I was not happy at first. I did not doubt Madame
Delmare's sincerity, but I was terrified by thought of the future.
Having distrusted myself beyond measure for thirty years, I could not
feel assured in a single day of my ability to please and to retain her
love. I had moments of uncertainty, alarm and bitterness; I sometimes
regretted that I had not jumped into the lake when a word from Indiana
had made me so happy.
"She too must have had attacks of melancholy. She found it difficult to
break herself of the habit of suffering, for the heart becomes used to
unhappiness, it takes root in it and cuts loose from it only with an
effort. However, I must do her heart the justice to say that she never
had a regret for Raymon; she did not even remember him enough to hate
him.
"At last, as always happens in deep and true attachments, time, instead
of weakening our love, established it firmly and sealed it; each day
gave it added intensity, because each day brought fresh obligations on
both sides to esteem and to bless. All our fears vanished one by one;
and when we saw how easy it was to destroy those causes of distrust, we
smilingly confessed to each other that we took our happiness like
cowards and that neither of us deserved it. From that moment we have
loved each other in perfect security."
Ralph paused; then, after a few moments of profound meditation in which
we were equally absorbed, he continued, pressing my hand:
"I say nothing of my happiness; if there are griefs that never betray
their existence and envelop the heart like a shroud, so there are joys
that remain buried in the heart of man because no earthly voice can
describe them. Moreover, if some angel from heaven should light upon one
of these flowering branches and describe those joys in the language of
his native land, you would not understand them, young man, for the
tempest has not bruised and shattered you. Alas! what can the heart that
has not suffered understand of happiness? As to our crimes----" he added
with a smile.
"Oh!" I cried, my eyes wet with tears.
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