"In spite of all that, he has wronged you horribly," he is saying
with much deliberation. "What has he made you? A woman without a
name--one whom the virtuous world would not recognize. He has
driven you to bury yourself in this remote corner of the earth,
cut off from all that makes life acceptable. He has destroyed
your youth, and ruined your health: this is all you have to thank
him for."
"The undeniable truth of your words renders them all the more
pleasing." I say, bitterly. "Have you come all the way down here
to tell me what I know so well already?"
"Yes, and for something more, to ask you to be my wife. Hush! let
me speak. I know the answer you would make me, but I do not think
you have fully weighed everything. Were you to endure this life
you are now leading but for a season, for a year, even for
several years, I would say nothing; but until this woman, this
Carlotta, dies, you can never be his wife. Remember that. And who
ever knew any one to die quickly whose death was longed for? Look
at annuitants, for instance; they live forever: therefore this
isolation of yours will know no end."
I am motionless, speechless, from rage and amazement.
"Then by your own words and actions," he goes on in the same
measured fashion, suppressing forcibly the fire and agitation
that lie beneath his cold exterior, "I have seen a hundred times
how little real affection you entertain for Carrington; therefore
you are not bound to him by the ties of love. Will you not
consider for your own sake? I offer you my name, my rank,
everything that I possess. Few men would be tempted to do as
much, perhaps."
"Sir," say I, feeling half choked, "believe me, I fully
appreciate all the sacrifices you would make for my sake. Pray
spare both me and yourself the recital of them."
"Sacrifices?" interrupts he, eagerly: "no, indeed! I never
thought of it in that light. I only meant to put the case clearly
before you exactly as it is, without any false lights. I tell you
that so far from my present proposition to you being a sacrifice
on my part, I would gladly go on my knees to you this moment, if
by doing so I could gain your consent to my plans. I will take
you to any part of the world you may choose to name, at home or
abroad. I shall be prouder, more blest than I can say, if you
will consent to be my wife."
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