"Ah, my child!" returned the marquis. "Yes, I can call you my child! You
talk of balm poured upon wounds, but who, pray, allayed the pain of my
wound a little, if not you? Your thoughts, your resolutions, your
actions--I have loved everything that came from you, and everything has
helped to prove to me that this at least had not been wasted--my efforts
during so many years, to inculcate my opinions in you, to make you a
man. Ah! I too have learned many things through this suffering. You say
that you fought a long while against my ideas. That was because, in
prosperity, they were mixed up with too many other things. Yes, I
yielded to too many temptations. I was too proud of my name, and too
fond of life. You might well have thought that there was more pride than
reflection, more emotion than reason in the principles whose real force
you discovered when the test came. I did not derive from them, when I
was fortunate, all that I should have done. In the rank in which
Providence had placed me, I did not see clearly enough the good that one
might do. Because of that I deserved to be punished, and, no doubt, my
dear ones through me. In a race which has endured for centuries, many
secret sins must have been committed, which demand expiation. I
interpreted this terrible misfortune in that sense. I accepted it and
offered it to God; and, as I told you, I forgave. And now," in a tone of
infinite melancholy, "I must offer Him my solitary old age.--How
solitary it will be without you! Without you!" he repeated; and, with
more and more emotion, "and yet, if we chose!--You spoke the other day
of my adopting a son. There have been families on the point of becoming
extinct that have prolonged their existence in that way!--I am
dreaming.--Suppose I should adopt you? Then you would not leave me. The
world, having known nothing of what has happened, would not know of the
secret compact between us. People would say: 'Claviers is crazy. It
wasn't worth while to make such an outcry, only to give way
finally.'--What do I care? I should have you. You would close my eyes."
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