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This show of tenderness for the infant alarmed him far more than the impatient cruelty and savage indifference hitherto manifested by the count, whose tone in pronouncing the last words seemed to Beauvouloir to point to some better scheme for reaching his infernal ends. The shrewd practitioner turned this idea over in his mind until a light struck him. "I have it!" he said to himself.
"Monseigneur," said the physician, "you have not been out to-day, and it is not wise of you." "And I," replied Etienne, "can I go on the seashore after sundown?" The double meaning of this speech, full of the gentle playfulness of a first desire, made the old man smile. "You have a daughter, Beauvouloir." "Yes, monseigneur, the child of my old age; my darling child.
Beauvouloir knows what he is talking about." A celestial sigh, a silent pressure of the hand were the reward of the leech, who had looked to see, before yielding the frail little creature to its mother's embrace, whether that of the father had done no harm to its puny organization.
In those days such posts belonged to learned men, who thus gained a living and the leisure necessary for a studious life and the accomplishment of scientific work. Beauvouloir had for some time desired the situation, because his knowledge and his fortune had won him numerous bitter enemies.
But alas! to mount a horse would risk your life and that of Gabrielle. We must face your father's anger here." "Here!" repeated Etienne. "We have been betrayed by some one in the chateau who has stirred your father's wrath against us," continued Beauvouloir.
Beauvouloir shuddered when he noticed this phenomenon, which we may call in these days the phosphorescence of thought; the old physician of that period regarded it as the precursor of death. Hidden beside her father, Gabrielle endeavored to see Etienne at her ease, and her looks expressed as much curiosity as pleasure, as much kindliness as innocent daring.
"Why wrong?" she said; "you know we love each other, and he is master of the castle." "My children," said Beauvouloir, "if you love each other, your happiness requires that you should marry and pass your lives together; but your marriage depends on the will of monseigneur the duke " "My father has promised to gratify all my wishes," cried Etienne eagerly, interrupting Beauvouloir.
Beauvouloir had never withdrawn his daughter from the influence of Divine love; to a deep admiration of nature she joined her girlish adoration of the Creator, springing thus into the first way open to the feelings of womanhood.
Etienne was too timid to propose to accompany Beauvouloir into the house; besides, he was in that torpid state into which we are plunged by the influx of ideas and sensations which give birth to the dawn of passion. Conscious of more freedom in being alone, he cried out, looking at the sea now gleaming in the moonlight, "The Ocean has passed into my soul!"
Employ your magic, white or black, appeal to your witches' sabbath or the novenas of the Church; what care I how 'tis done, provided my line male continues?" "I know," said Beauvouloir, "a whole chapter of sorcerers capable of destroying your hopes; they are none other than yourself, monseigneur. I know you.
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