Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction; War stories
"I heard afterwards some gossip to the effect that he had been jilted by
a girl to whom he was engaged, the daughter of some captain on half-pay,
and that he proposed to me simply to show her that he could find a girl
prettier, of higher rank, and in every way more distinguished that would
consent to be his wife. I believe that it was this that prevented him
from drawing back before my frankness. As to me, I went home, seeing
nothing, hearing nothing, caring for nothing, as though I had done with
the world, as though I had taken the veil. I can find no other
comparison for the peace that was in me. I faced my mother's reproaches
calmly. She was of course very much hurt at my not confiding in her at
this crisis of my life. My father, too. But how could I have confided in
them in this matter on which their security and welfare depended? How
could I have confided in any of the men and women around me who seemed
to me as if mad, whose conduct and opinions I despised with youthful
severity as foolish and immoral? There was one human being in the world
in whom I might perhaps have confided, that perhaps would have
understood me. That was your father, Cosmo. But he was three hundred
miles away. There was no time. Tell me, did he understand? Has he cast
me out of his thoughts for ever?"
"My father," said Cosmo, "has lived like a hermit for years. There was
nothing to make him forget you. Yes, he was a man in whom you could have
confided. He would have understood you. That doesn't mean to say that he
would have approved. I wish he had been by your side. He would have
brought pressure on your parents with the authority of an old and tried
friend."
"And benefactor," struck in the Countess de Montevesso. "My father, I
believe, had an inkling of the truth. He begged me again and again to
think well of what I was doing. I told him that I was perfectly
satisfied with what I had done. It was perfectly true then. I had
satisfied my conscience by telling my suitor that I could never love
him. I felt strangely confident that I could fulfil the duties of my new
position, and I was absorbed by the happiness of having saved my parents
from all anxiety for the future. I was not aware of having made any
sacrifice. Probably if I had been twenty or more I would have been less
confident; perhaps I wouldn't have had the courage! But at that age I
didn't know that my whole life was at stake. Three weeks afterwards I
was married.
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