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
"My children, this is the decisive instant. I would rather die than live
any longer with my husband; but I tremble to think of the rage into
which our resolution will throw him. Do not forsake me."
"Dear mother," responded Charlotte, "could you really think that of us?
Is not our life bound up with yours?"
"Nevertheless, if he should oppose our separation? He would perhaps be
in the right, my children?"
"Reassure yourself, dear mother," quoth John in his turn. "In the first
place, the separation will relieve Monsieur Desmarais of one fear, that
of being compromised by his relationship with Monsieur Hubert, your
brother; who, unfortunately, as you tell me, has refused to accept the
proposal made to him in my name."
"Alas, yes; my brother replied that he appreciated your offer, but that
he considered it an act of cowardice to remain passive; he wished to
retain full freedom to combat the Republic."
"Alas," echoed Charlotte, with a sigh, "I deplore uncle's blindness, but
I can not but pay homage to his strength of character."
"True enough, my dear Charlotte, Monsieur Hubert is one of those
adversaries whom one admires while fighting. As I have several times
told your mother, I hoped that struck especially by the attitude of the
people of Paris on the 21st your uncle, who is a man of sense, would
recognize how vain would now be any attempt against the Republic,"
observed John. "In that case, dear mother, Monsieur Desmarais,
heretofore so terrified at the perils to which he believed himself
exposed by his kinship with Monsieur Hubert, will no doubt see in your
determination to leave him nothing but a pledge of his safety for the
future, and will hardly dream of holding you back. At least, that is the
way it appears to me."
At that moment the attorney returned, holding in his hands a little
inlaid casket which he held out to the young artisan with a radiant air,
saying:
"My dear son-in-law, I have found in my strong-box, besides the sum I
mentioned, a hundred louis, which I add to my daughter's dower."
But seeing John Lebrenn repulse the proffered casket, the attorney added
in great surprise: "Come, take the little chest, my dear pupil. It
contains, in fine good louis, the dower I promised you, to which I have
just added two thousand four hundred livres. Moreover, it is understood
that in recompense for the slimness of the dower Charlotte, you, and
your sister will lodge and board with me, without, to put it plainly,
any expense to you. We shall live as one family."
"Citizen Desmarais," replied John, "before accepting the dower which you
offer me and of which I have no need, it is our duty, my wife's and
mine, to inform you of our plans. First of all, I shall continue in my
station as an iron-worker."
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