The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French RevolutionSue, Eugène
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The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French Revolution
Sue, Eugène
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction
"For good patriots there will be neither joy nor mourning, Citizen
Desmarais. It will be a day of deep and sober thought. Louis XVI is not
a man, but a principle, representing the oldest monarchy in Europe. In
striking Louis XVI, it is royalty that is beheaded. It is not a head
that will fall to the scaffold, but a crown."
"My faith, my dear pupil, you have indeed out-reasoned your master. The
death of the tyrant, in fact, causes patriots more than the delirium of
joy, it causes a religious meditation, as you have so aptly said. But
what is done is done. I sent off my circular this morning to all our
friends in the Mountain; I can not now change the date of your
marriage."
"Father," said Charlotte gravely, "John and I have awaited for years the
day that would consummate our hopes; we would gladly consent to postpone
still further the day that is to unite us, in order not to coincide with
that of the death of the King, guilty though he be."
"Enough on that subject, my daughter, time presses. You, my pupil, will
come to the notary's with me, if you please, to settle the terms of your
marriage contract. Thence we shall hie us to the Convention, where I
shall present you to my colleagues of the Mountain as my future
son-in-law."
"I would say to you, Citizen Desmarais, that I do not intend to
interfere in the making of the contract; that shall be drawn up as it
pleases you."
"But you must know, my dear pupil, what dowry I settle upon my
daughter!"
"That is a financial question in which I am not in the slightest degree
interested."
"Ah, my children," returned the lawyer, in sepulchral tones, "what
regret I feel at not being able to endow you as I would wish! But I have
ruined myself in patriotic gifts. Save for this house and some little
properties which amount to almost nothing, there remain to me in all
only 850 louis, which I share with you, my children. This dowry is very
small, my dear John, after that which you hoped to secure from your
father-in-law."
"The thought of a dower never presented itself to me; be convinced of
that, Monsieur Desmarais."
"I believe you, my dear pupil, expecting no less of your delicacy. But,
apart from the 425 louis which I leave to you, you shall be lodged here,
without expense to you; for we shall never part, my dear pupil. We shall
be but one single family, and we shall also find room for your sister,
who has so admirably lived down her past; for I no longer see in her the
mistress of Louis XV, but the worthy daughter of the proletaire. And so,
my dear John, it is indeed settled that neither you nor your wife shall
leave me; I count on it, absolutely; it is for our peace and mutual
happiness."
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