Little by little, however, Pauline became quite wretched again. Her
temporary hope and momentary feeling of triumph only served to increase
her pain. She no longer experienced the violent paroxysms and wild
outbursts of jealousy which had once quite distracted her. Hers was
rather a sensation of having life slowly crushed out of her, as though
some heavy mass had fallen on her with a weight which bore her down
more and more each passing minute. She felt that everything was over,
that hope was no longer possible for her. And yet she had no reasonable
ground of complaint against the two others. They showed the greatest
thoughtfulness and affection for her, and struggled earnestly against
the influences which attracted them towards each other. But it was
this very show of affection which especially tortured her, for she
began to see that they were prompted by a desire to prevent her from
feeling pained by their love for one another. The pity of those young
lovers was unendurable to her. When she left them together, were there
not soft confessions and rapid whisperings, and then, when she joined
them again, a sudden relapse into silence, after which Louise lavished
kisses upon her and Lazare evinced affectionate humility? She would
have preferred to know that they were really in the wrong, for all
those honourable scruples and compensatory caresses, which plainly told
her the real truth, left her quite disarmed, with neither the will nor
the energy to try to win back her own happiness. On the day when she
had brought her rival to Bonneville she had intended to hold her own
against her, if she found any struggle necessary; but what could she
do against a couple of children whose love for each other was such a
source of distress to them? It was her own doing, too; she might have
married Lazare, had she chosen, without troubling herself about his
possible preference for someone else. But, in spite of her jealous
torments, her heart rebelled against the idea of exacting from him the
fulfilment of his promise--a promise which he no doubt now regretted.
Though it should kill her to do so, she would give him up rather than
marry him if he loved another.
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