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
"That is admirable, my dear pupil," exclaimed the lawyer with hastily
assumed enthusiasm. "Far from blushing at your condition, far from
seeing in the advantage afforded you by your marriage with my daughter
an opportunity to renounce honest toil and to live in indolence, you
choose to remain a workman. That is indeed admirable!"
"Citizen Desmarais, I hasten to disabuse you of a misunderstanding that
exists between us. Upon mature consideration my wife and I have decided
to dwell in our own house, completely separated from you."
"What do you mean!"
"I mean, Citizen Desmarais, that my former employer has sold me his
establishment. Whence it follows that my labors and the care of my forge
will oblige me, as well as my wife, to live elsewhere than here with
you. I have, in consequence, hired the house previously occupied by my
old master, and this very night my wife and I shall take possession of
our new abode. The question has been considered and settled."
"Aye, father," added Charlotte. "Such is, indeed, our firm resolution."
At these words, pronounced by John Lebrenn and Charlotte in a voice that
admitted of no reply, advocate Desmarais turned livid with rage and
amazement. Forgetting now all his tricks of dissimulation, distracted
with fear, and exasperated by what he took as an indignity on the part
of his daughter and her husband, the lawyer cried to Charlotte, as he
shook with anger and fright:
"Treason! Shameful treason! Heartless, unnatural daughter! This is the
gratitude with which you repay my bounties to you? You would have the
audacity to leave your father's house, would you! And you----" he added,
turning tempestuously upon John Lebrenn, "and you, traitor, how dare
you thus abuse my confidence, my generosity?"
"Not another word in that tone, Citizen Desmarais," interposed John. "Do
not oblige me to forget the respect I owe the father of my wife; do not
oblige me to tell you for what reasons your daughter--and her
mother--have resolved to fix their abode elsewhere than with you."
"My wife! She also--would dare----" cried the lawyer, his rage
redoubling till it almost choked him.
"Yes, monsieur, I also wish to leave you," replied Madam Desmarais. "You
have treated me most cruelly, because my unhappy brother, a proscript
and a fugitive, came to ask of you a few hours' shelter. You denounced
me to the commissioner of our Section, adjured him to hale me away as a
prisoner. You have even gone so far as to declare to me, 'If it were
necessary, madam, in order to save my life, to send you to the
scaffold--I would not hesitate an instant. Just now I must roar with the
tigers; but then I should become a tiger.'"
"Hold your tongue!" shrieked the advocate, in a frenzy. "Do you wish to
get my head cut off, gabbling like that before this man who perhaps
awaits but the moment to settle me? Serpent that he is, whom I have
warmed in my bosom!"
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