France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Napoleon I, Emperor of the French, 1769-1821 -- Fiction
"You are mistaken, sir," he said; "she still loves me and I love her
more than ever. But as she is an angel, she is sacrificing herself and
me to our families; but by misunderstanding and calumniating her you
have proved that you are not worthy of the sacrifice she was willing to
make. Come, Josephine, come. All that I can do, and it is my last
concession, is to leave the matter to my father to decide. What he
determines upon we will do."
They returned to the house, where Mademoiselle de la Pagerie related to
Monsieur de Beauharnais all that had just occurred, asking for his final
decision, and promising, on her own behalf and that of his son, to abide
by it.
But the count, with tears in his eyes, took the hands of the two young
people and said:
"Never were you more worthy of one another than when you renounced your
hopes of mutual happiness. You ask my final decision. It is that you
shall marry, and it is my earnest wish that you may be happy."
A week later Mademoiselle de la Pagerie became the Vicomtesse de
Beauharnais.
Nothing happened to disturb the happiness of the young people until the
Revolution began. The Vicomte de Beauharnais ranged himself among those
who favored its adoption; only he made the mistake of thinking that the
avalanche could be directed as it rushed on, carrying all before it. He
was swept in its wake to the scaffold.
CHAPTER XXVII
WHERE AN ANGEL STEPS A MIRACLE IS PERFORMED
On the evening preceding the day on which he was to die, the Vicomte de
Beauharnais wrote his wife the following letter. It was his final
farewell:
Night of the 6th and 7th Thermidor.
At the Conciergerie
Yet a few moments to give to love, to tears, and to regrets, and
then every thought shall be devoted to the glory of my destiny and
to the great dreams of immortality. When you receive this letter,
oh, my Josephine, your husband, in the words of this world, will
long have ceased to exist; but already in the bosom of his God, he
will have tasted of the joys of real life. You see therefore that
you must not weep for him. The wicked men, the senseless ones who
survive him, should have all your tears, for they do evil and
cannot repair it.
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