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I wish only to show the other side of the medal. And then you must remember, madam, that to-day pessimism is the mode. You must not take my words too seriously. In a drawing-room one strings the words of a conversation like beads on a thread it is only play. Jadwiga. Ah! How many changes! I cannot comprehend.
It seems to me that it is a net, in which the truth lies at the bottom, struggling in vain to break the meshes. But perhaps it is better so. Leon. Much better. Madam, you have written me that you wished to see me on an important matter. I am listening. Jadwiga.
I have no strength for happiness. I did love you. My heart throbbed for a moment with a recollection as of a dead person. But the other one is dead. I tell you this, madam, in tears and torture. I do not love you. Jadwiga. Leon! Leon. Have pity on me and forgive me. Jadwiga. You do not love me! Leon. What is dead cannot be resuscitated. Farewell. Very well. No! no! Remain. Have pity on me. Leon.
Otherwise it is perhaps better to think that when all threads will be spun out from the ball, there will remain nothing. Sometimes the reminiscences are very painful. Happily time dulls their edge, or they would prick like thorns. Jadwiga. Or would burn like fire. Leon. All-wise Nature gives us some remedy for it. A fire which is not replenished must die, and the ashes do not burn. Jadwiga.
And I think that it was a rock on which has been wrecked not only your boat but no matter! So much the worse for those who believed in fair weather and a smooth sea. We must at least prevent ourselves from now being carried where we do not wish to sail. Leon. And where the sandy banks are sure Jadwiga. What strange conversation!
The great Queen Jadwiga herself, when she came from Hungary, was only fifteen years old, and thirteen year old girls used to marry. At any rate, at that moment they were more occupied looking at Zbyszko than at Danusia; they also listened to Macko's words, who, proud of his nephew, was telling how the youth came in possession of such beautiful clothes.
This plan seemed to be the best because Jadwiga was regarded with such unusual respect that if the grand master refused her request, it would make the pope angry and also all Christian lords. It was not likely that he would refuse because Konrad von Jungingen was a peaceable man.
It is the fault of both. Leon. That word was nothing for you, but I remember it still with brain and heart. I was not then what I am to-day. I was poor, unknown, and you were my whole future, my aim, my riches. Jadwiga. Oh, Mr. Leon, Mr. Leon, what a golden dream it was! Leon. But I was proud because I knew that there was in me the divine spark.
Madam, you must pardon me I mistook the present for the past, and permitted myself to be carried away by an illusion. Pardon me! Jadwiga. Leon, what do you mean? I forgot for a moment that you are the wife of another. Jadwiga. Oh, you are always honest and loyal. No, there shall be no guilty love between us. I know you, my great, my noble Leon.
Do you know that they gossip about me? Leon. I do not listen to the gossip. Jadwiga. How good you are! I will tell you then why they gossip. A missionary asked a negro what, according to his ideas, constituted evil? The negro thought a while, and then said: "Evil is if some one were to steal my wife." "And what is good?" asked the missionary. "Good is when I steal from some one else."
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