France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Napoleon I, Emperor of the French, 1769-1821 -- Fiction
"No, no, not if he is judged by men, and those men have a heart."
"A heart!" cried Schneider. "Do you think man is always his own master,
and permitted to have a heart at will? It is plain that you do not know
of what the Propagande accused me to-day. They said that my heart was
too accessible to human supplications. Do you not think that it would be
easier and more agreeable, too, for me, when I see a beautiful young
creature like you at my feet, to lift her up and dry her tears, than to
say, 'It is useless; you are only losing your time.' No, unfortunately
the law is there, and its organs must be equally inflexible. The law is
not a woman; it is a brazen statue, holding a sword in one hand and a
pair of scales in the other; nothing can be weighed in these balances
save the accusation on the one side, and the truth on the other. Nothing
can turn the blade of that terrible sword from the path that is traced
for it. Along this path it has met the heads of a king, a queen, and a
prince, and those three heads have fallen as would that of any beggar
caught in an act of murder or incendiarism. To-morrow I shall go to
Plobsheim; the guillotine and the executioner will follow me. If your
father is not an emigrant, if he did not secretly cross the Rhine, if,
in short, the accusation is unjust, he will be set at liberty; but if
the accusation, which your lips have confirmed, is, on the contrary, a
true one, then his head will fall in the public square of Plobsheim the
day after to-morrow."
The young girl raised her head, and, controlling herself with
difficulty, said: "Then you will give me no hope?"
"None."
"Then a last word," said she, rising suddenly.
"What is it?"
"I will tell it to you alone."
"Then come with me."
The young girl went first, walking, with a firm step, to the salon,
which she entered unhesitatingly.
Schneider closed the door after them. Scarcely were they alone than he
attempted to put his arm around her; but, simply and with dignity, she
repulsed him.
"In order that you may pardon the last attempt that I shall make to
influence you, citizen Schneider," she said, "you must remember that I
have tried all honorable means and been repulsed. You must remember that
I am in despair, and that, wishing to save my father's life, and having
been unable to move you, it is my duty to say to you, 'Tears and prayers
have been unavailing; money--'"
Schneider shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips disdainfully, but
the young girl would not be interrupted.
"I am rich," she continued; "my mother is dead; I have inherited an
immense fortune which belongs to me, and to me alone. I can dispose of
two millions. If I had four I would offer them to you, but I have only
two--will you have them? Take them and spare my father."
Schneider laid his hand on her shoulder. He was lost in thought and his
tufted eyebrows almost concealed his eyes from the young girl's eager
gaze.
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