At the close of the week M. de Villemer was much better. Every symptom
of aneurism had passed away, and under rational treatment he even
regained a certain glow of health, as well as a mental serenity, to
which he had long been a stranger. No one for ten years had taken care
of him with the assiduity, the devotedness, the evenness of temper, the
unheard-of charm, with which Mlle de Saint-Geneix contrived to surround
him: we might even say he had never met with attentions at once so
sensible and so tender, for his mother, aside from her lack of active
physical strength, had shown herself excitable and over-anxious in the
care she had lavished on him when his life had before been threatened.
She had, indeed, at this time some suspicion of a relapse, when she saw
her son more frequently with her, and consequently less devoted to his
work; but when this idea occurred the crisis had already passed: the
good understanding between the Duke and Caroline as to the need of
tranquillity, the absolute ignorance of the servants, few in numbers and
therefore very busy, and the serenity of the Marquis himself, all tended
to reassure her; and at the close of a fortnight she even observed that
her son was regaining an air of youth and health at which she could but
rejoice.
The condition of the Marquis had been carefully concealed from Madame
d'Arglade. The Duke would in no wise give up the great marriage
projected for his brother. He thought Léonie was a foolish chatterbox,
and did not care to have it understood in society that his brother's
health, at any moment, might give serious cause for alarm. The Duke had
thoroughly warned Caroline on this point. He was playing with her, in
the interests of his brother as he understood them, the double game of
preparing her as far as possible, and little by little, for the exercise
of an unlimited devotion; and to this end, he thought best to remind
her, now and then, that the future well-being of the family rested
entirely on the famous marriage. Caroline, then, had no chance to forget
this; and relying on the integrity of the two brothers, on her own ideas
of duty and the unselfishness of her heart, she walked resolutely toward
an abyss which might have engulfed her. And thus the Duke, naturally
kind, and animated by the best intentions toward his brother, was coolly
working out the misery of a poor girl whose personal merit made her
worthy of the highest places of happiness and consideration.
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