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Gilberte to her mother and her brother: "but he will certainly do something; and, if it is humanly possible to succeed, he will succeed." And how proudly she spoke thus! The assistance of Marius was the justification of her conduct. She trembled with joy at the thought that it would, perhaps, be to the man whom she had alone and boldly selected, that her family would owe their salvation.
The first of these days to which the snow, a symbol of the powers that were able to deprive me of the sight of Gilberte, imparted the sadness of a day of separation, almost the aspect of a day of departure, because it changed the outward form and almost forbade the use of the customary scene of our only encounters, now altered, covered, as it were, in dust-sheets that day, none the less, marked a stage in the progress of my love, for it was, in a sense, the first sorrow that she was to share with me.
His wife will have her carriage, her box at the opera, diamonds, and dresses as handsome as Mlle. de Thaller's." "Eh! What do I care for such things?" "It's understood. I'll present him to you on Saturday." But Mlle. Gilberte was not one of those young girls who allow themselves, through weakness or timidity, to become engaged, and so far engaged, that later, they can no longer withdraw.
And yet, under the appearance of impassible coldness, which he owed to the long practice of a profession which leaves no illusions, he evidently felt a real emotion. "It is you whom I pity," he added, "and with all my soul, you, madame, you, my dear Gilberte, and you, too, Maxence.
It was in these terms that the old Italian master, all vibrating with enthusiasm, and with his most terrible accent, announced to Mlle. Gilberte that he had just seen that famous pupil from whom he expected both glory and fortune. "But how weak he is still!" he added, "and suffering from his wounds. I hardly recognized him, he has grown so pale and so thin."
"We will wait then," she said, attempting to smile. But M. de Tregars shook his head. "Is it possible?" he said. "Do you, then, think that I do not know what a life you lead?" Mlle. Gilberte looked up. "Have I ever complained?" she asked proudly. "No.
"I wish it were still more so, that I might the better show to Gilberte how dear she is to me." Calm in appearance, the baroness was scratching with her nails the satin of the chair on which she was sitting. "Then," she went on, "your resolution is settled." "Irrevocably."
With a father such as ours, Gilberte, I should be your protector. And now I am debarred even of the right to interfere. But never mind, I have the will; and all will soon be repaired." Left alone, a few moments after, Mlle. Gilberte was congratulating herself upon her firmness. "I am sure," she thought, "Marius would approve, if he knew." She had not long to wait for her reward.
But already the charm with which, by the mere act of thinking, my mind was filled as soon as it thought of her, the privileged position, unique even if it were painful, in which I was inevitably placed in relation to Gilberte by the contraction of a scar in my mind, had begun to add to that very mark of her indifference something romantic, and in the midst of my tears my lips would shape themselves in a smile which was indeed the timid outline of a kiss.
"It would make me unhappy in the extreme." "Sir!" "For the reason which I have already told you, that I love Mlle. Gilberte Favoral with the deepest and the purest love, and that for the past three years she has been, before God, my affianced bride." Something like a flash of anger passed over Mme. de Thaller's eyes. "And I," she exclaimed, "I tell you that this marriage is senseless."
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