But the chief cause of Agnelette’s happiness and smiles was not the
great love she felt towards the man who was to become her husband, but
her contentment at having found what she so ardently desired, that which
Thibault had wickedly promised to her without really wishing to give
her,--someone who would help her to support her blind old grandmother.
The musicians, the bride and bridegroom, the young men and maidens,
passed along the road within twenty paces of Thibault, without observing
the head with its flaming hair and the eyes with their fiery gleam,
looking out from the hollow of the tree. Then, as Thibault had watched
them appear through the undergrowth, so he watched them disappear. As
the sounds of the violins and hautboy has gradually become louder and
louder, so now they became fainter and fainter, until in another quarter
of an hour the forest was as silent and deserted as ever, and Thibault
was left alone with his singing bird, his flowering snowdrop, his
glittering ray of sunlight. But a new fire of hell had been lighted in
his heart, the worst of the fires of hell; that which gnaws at the
vitals like the sharpest serpent’s tooth, and corrodes the blood like
the most destructive poison--the fire of jealousy.
On seeing Agnelette again, so fresh and pretty, so innocently happy,
and, worse still, seeing her at the moment when she was about to be
married to another, Thibault, who had not given a thought to her for the
last three month, Thibault, who had never had any intention of keeping
the promise which he made her, Thibault now brought himself to believe
that he had never ceased to love her.
He persuaded himself that Agnelette was engaged to him by oath, that
Engoulevent was carrying off what belonged to him, and he almost leaped
from his hiding place to rush after her and reproach her with her
infidelity. Agnelette, now no longer his, at once appeared to his eyes
as endowed with all the virtues and good qualities, all in short that
would make it advantageous to marry her, which, when he had only to
speak the word and everything would have been his, he had not even
suspected.
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