France -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Women -- France -- Fiction
They were in very truth men of great talent who still supported society,
tottering on the brink of the precipice, and who, being themselves
suspended between two reefs, struggled calmly and with perfect
self-possession against the harsh reality that was on the point of
engulfing them. To succeed in such wise as to create a conviction
against every sort of probability and to keep that conviction alive for
some time among men of no convictions, is the art which most impresses
and surpasses the understanding of an uncultivated, vulgar mind which
has studied none but commonplace truths.
Thus Raymon had no sooner returned to that society, which was his
element and his home, than he felt its vital and exciting influences.
The petty love affairs that had engrossed him vanished for a moment in
the face of broader and more brilliant interests. He carried into these
the same boldness of attack, the same ardor; and when he saw that he was
more eagerly sought than ever by all the most distinguished people in
Paris, he felt that he loved life more than ever. Was he to be blamed
for forgetting a secret remorse while reaping the reward he had merited
for services rendered his country? He felt life overflowing through
every pore of his young heart, his active brain, his whole vigorous and
buoyant being, he felt that destiny was making him happy in spite of
himself; and he would crave forgiveness of an indignant ghost that came
sometimes and bewailed her fate in his dreams, for having sought in the
affection of the living a protection against the terrors of the grave.
But he had no sooner returned to life, as it were, than he felt, as in
the past, the need of mingling thoughts of love and plans of intrigue
with his political meditations, his dreams of ambition and philosophy. I
say ambition, not meaning ambition for honor and wealth, for which he
had no use, but for reputation and aristocratic popularity.
He had at first despaired of ever seeing Madame Delmare again after the
tragic ending of his double intrigue. But, as he measured the extent of
his loss, as he brooded over the thought of the treasure that had
escaped him, he conceived the hope of grasping it once more, and, at the
same time he regained determination and confidence. He calculated the
obstacles he should encounter, and realized that the most difficult to
overcome at the outset would come from Indiana herself; therefore he
must use the husband to protect him from the attack. This was not a new
idea, but it was sure; jealous husbands are particularly well adapted to
this service.
A fortnight after he had conceived this idea, Raymon was on the way to
Lagny, where he was expected to breakfast. You will not require me to
describe to you in detail the shrewdly proffered services by which he
had succeeded in making himself agreeable to Monsieur Delmare; I prefer,
as I am describing the features of the characters in this tale, to draw
a hasty sketch of the colonel for you.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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