The Sin of Monsieur Antoine, Volume 2 (of 2) and Leone Leoni — John Shaqi
The Sin of Monsieur Antoine, Volume 2 (of 2) and Leone LeoniSand, George
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The Sin of Monsieur Antoine, Volume 2 (of 2) and Leone Leoni
Sand, George
French fiction -- 19th century
"I came on foot; but I have had a worse fall," replied Emile, "and I
believe that I have come to die here. Listen to me, my friend. I have
come to ask you either for the strength to die or the secret of life. An
insane joy and a ghastly sorrow are fighting together in my poor heart,
in my tortured brain. I have had, ever since I knew you, a secret which
I could not, dared not tell you, but which I cannot keep to myself
to-day. I do not know whether you will understand it, whether there is
within you any chord that will sympathize with my suffering; but I know
that you love me, that you are wise and enlightened, and that you adore
justice. It is impossible that you should not give me salutary advice."
Thereupon, the young man confided to the old man his whole story,
abstaining carefully from mentioning any name, place, or incident which
could possibly lead him to suspect that he was referring to Gilberte and
her family. He dreaded the effect of the marquis's personal prejudices,
and, desiring that his judgment should not be influenced in any way, he
so expressed himself as to allow him to think that the object of his
love was an entire stranger in the neighborhood and probably lived at
Poitiers or Paris. His reserve in not mentioning his mistress's name did
not fail to strike Monsieur de Boisguilbault as being in the best of
taste.
When Emile had finished he was greatly surprised not to find his grave
confidant armed with the stoical courage which he had anticipated and
dreaded. The marquis sighed, hung his head, then looked up at the sky:
"The truth is eternal!" he said.--But in another moment he let his head
fall again upon his breast, saying: "And yet I know what love is."
"You do, my friend?" said Emile; "then you understand me and I rely upon
you to save me."
"No, Emile; it is impossible for me to keep you from draining the cup of
bitterness. Whichever course you choose, you must drain it to the dregs,
and the only question is, in which direction honor lies, for, as for
happiness, do not reckon on it, you have lost it forever."
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