One in a Thousand; or, The Days of Henri QuatreJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
History
One in a Thousand; or, The Days of Henri Quatre
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
France -- History -- Henry IV, 1589-1610 -- Fiction
From his words and his manner, she had soon learned that he had joined
the party of the League, and that he considered all the authority and
influence of Mayenne at his command, in support of his suit towards
her; and perhaps the fear of irritating him, and driving him on to use
the power he possessed to the utmost, might make her more gentle in
her language, and less disposed to express the reprobation and dislike
she entertained towards him, than would have been the case had he
persisted in his pursuit under other circumstances. But Eugenie was
too noble, too candid, too sincere, to suffer him to believe, for one
moment, that her feelings would ever change towards him. She was
gentle, but she was firm; and D'Aubin, when he left her, was, perhaps,
the more mortified to find, from her calmness, as well as
determination, that she was influenced against him by no temporary
pique, by no fit of passion or indignation, as he had represented the
matter to others, and tried to regard it himself; but that positively
and certainly, he who had thought that her heart was at his command
whenever he chose to demand it, had never caused it to beat one pulse
more rapidly; that he had never been loved, and was now contemned and
disliked.
Although during his stay he had employed persuasion and entreaty, and
all the arts that none knew better how to use than himself, there had
still been in his tone that consciousness of power and authority which
alarmed Eugenie for the result; and with a trembling hand she wrote a
few words to the fair Beatrice of Ferrara, beseeching her to come to
her aid, determined as she was to risk any thing in order to escape
from her present situation. Fate, however, ever overrules our best
efforts; and, as if disdaining to cast away the greater exertions of
its almighty power to thwart our petty schemes, contents itself with
throwing some trifling stumbling-block in our way--some idle,
insignificant trifle, over which our pigmy plans fall prostrate in
their course. The servant whom Eugenie had charged with the delivery
of her note returned, and brought her word that Beatrice had gone out
on horseback to witness the movements of the Royalist army in their
retreat, an amusement worthy of her bold and fearless spirit. The
lady's attendants, however, had informed him, the servant said, that
she would be back long before nightfall; and Eugenie waited and
counted the anxious moments till the daylight waned, and the shadows
of evening fell over the earth.
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