The Maid of Honour: A Tale of the Dark Days of France. Vol. 2 (of 3)Wingfield, Lewis
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The Maid of Honour: A Tale of the Dark Days of France. Vol. 2 (of 3)
Wingfield, Lewis
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
While revolving these things, Gabrielle's attention was naturally
turned upon her husband. It was odd that he should resent so deeply
her one act of independence. We know that what the constitutionally
weak resent the most, is being openly convicted of their weakness.
Could that humiliating quarter of an hour with the family solicitor
have left so deep an impression on his easy-going soul? and, while her
repulsed affection had faded into indifference, was his unconcern
growing into positive aversion? It occurred to her now for the first
time, as singular that when he wanted money of late the abbé had
always been the spokesman. Did he feel his dependent position so
acutely that he could not bring himself to mention the sordid subject,
or was it that he had come to dislike his wife so much, that he could
not bring himself to speak to her at all? She resolved to open her
mind to the abbé about it, for Clovis must be infatuated and purblind
indeed, not to feel assured that, though she was resolved to carry out
her father's wishes and keep a firm hold of the purse strings, they
would not be drawn too tight.
The abbé's thin features relaxed into a whimsical smile, and he slyly
nodded, as with some stammering and much circumlocution she exposed
her suspicions to him. Was it, or not, abominably wicked of her to
have such suspicions at all? How girlish and how lovely she looked in
her blushing confusion, as she enlarged on the unsavoury topic,
excusing herself for harbouring such thoughts.
"You dear guileless dove of a Gabrielle!" he laughed. "Yet not so
simple as you seem, for you have guessed aright. Alack, yes!
Unpardonably sensitive as he may appear to you, your little
escapade--you will allow me to call it an escapade?---cut him so
completely to the quick that he has never recovered it, but crouches
down and winces still like a well-whipped hound, dreading another
scourging. You deem yourself proud? Learn that an honest man's pride
is of more delicate texture than a woman's. And it _is_ hard, you
know, for a proud man to be placed before witnesses in so equivocal a
position as that in which you placed your husband."
The position in which _she_ had placed _him?_ What of the intolerable
one in which _he_ had chosen to place _her?_ Men always start with the
absurd premise that they must be in the right. Gabrielle was deeply
offended that one on whom she had vainly squandered all the treasures
of her love could think this meanly--read her so amiss!
Tears of mortification due to insulted womanhood were in her eyes, and
as he marked the colour, like that of an opening moss rose, that
flooded plastic neck and shell-like ear, the blood of Pharamond
throbbed so fiercely that he had much ado to maintain his impassible
demeanour.
"Since you forgave me, I take Heaven to witness," he purred, bending
as near to her as he dared, "that I have striven to heal your
differences."
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