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Updated: May 11, 2025
The friendship that had grown up between these two young mourners was of a very rare nature. It had in it no sentiment that could ever warm into the passion of human love. Indeed, had Isaura's heart been free to give away, love for Raoul de Vandemar would have seemed to her a profanation. He was never more priestly than when he was most tender.
Oh for one meeting more! All might be so easily set right; or if not, I should know the worst, and knowing it, could conquer!" This trial was Isaura's. There had been no explanation, no last farewell between her and Graham. She divined no woman lightly makes a mistake there that he loved her!
And that is why I warn you, if it be yet time, that in resigning your own happiness you may destroy Isaura's. She will wed another, but she will not be happy. What a chimera or dread your egotism as man conjures up! Oh! forsooth, the qualities that charm and delight a world are to unfit a woman to be helpmate to a man. Fie on you! fie!"
Here he took forth and placed a letter in Isaura's hand; and, as if to allow her to read it unobserved, retired to the window recess. Isaura glanced over the letter. It ran thus: "I feel that it was only to your compassion that I owed your consent to my suit. Could I have doubted that before, your words when we last met sufficed to convince me.
Isaura's manuscript bad passed into print; it came out in the French fashion of feuilletons, a small detachment at a time. A previous flourish of trumpets by Savarin and the clique at his command insured it attention, if not from the general public, at least from critical and literary coteries.
But as his eyes rested on Isaura's face, which had become radiant with the enthusiastic delight of genius when the path it would select opens before it as if by a flash from heaven, whatever of jealous irritation, whatever of selfish pain he might before have felt; was gone, merged in a sentiment of unutterable sadness and compassion.
Morley's letter, till that on which he had finally resolved on his course of conduct at Paris, and the shock which had annihilated his hopes in Isaura's rejection, had combined to exhaust its endurance, and fever had already commenced when he took his place in the coupe.
Rameau approaching his chair to Isaura's then commenced conversation, drily enough, upon pecuniary matters; acquitting himself of the mission with which De Mauleon had charged him, the request for a new work from her pen for the Sens Commun, and the terms that ought to be asked for compliance. The young lady-author shrank from this talk.
The old priest and the young poetess had become dear friends. And hence, to natures like Isaura's, that link between the woman and the priest, which the philosophy of France has never been able to dissever. "It is growing late," said Madame Rameau; "I am beginning to feel uneasy. Our dear Isaura is not yet returned." "You need be under no apprehension," said the Abby.
He had lived too much in the great world all his life to retain the innate shyness of an Englishman; but he certainly was confused and embarrassed when his eyes met Isaura's, and he felt her hand on his arm. Before quitting the room she paused and looked back. Graham's look followed her own, and saw behind them the lady with the scarlet jacket escorted by some portly and decorated connoisseur.
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