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It was a moment of agony, but he waved his hand to me and disappeared. "I am loved then," I said to myself, "as never woman was before." And I fell asleep in the calm content of a child, my destiny for ever fixed. About two o'clock next day my father summoned me to his private room, where I found the Duchess and Macumer. There was an interchange of civilities.
Only towards morning did I sleep a little. It is midday now. I have just got Griffith to write the following letter: "To the Baron de Macumer. "Mademoiselle de Chaulieu begs me, Monsieur le Baron, to ask you to return to her the copy of a letter written to her by a friend, which is in her own handwriting, and which you carried away. Believe me, etc.,
But for your letter I should not have known the depths of love in my noble, kingly Macumer. Rome is the city of love; it is there that passion should celebrate its feast, with art and religion as confederates. At Venice we shall find the Duc and Duchesse de Soria. If you write, address now to Paris, for we shall leave Rome in three days. The ambassador's was a farewell party.
Do you know, dear, that it is more than three months since I have written to you or heard from you? I am the more guilty of the two, for I did not reply to your last, but you don't stand on punctilio surely? Macumer and I have taken your silence for consent as regards the baby-wreathed luncheon service, and the little cherubs are starting this morning for Marseilles.
I replied quite simply that if my father and M. Henarez were of one mind, I had no reason to oppose their wishes. Thereupon my mother invited the Baron to dinner; and after dinner, we all four went for a drive in the Bois de Boulogne, where I had the pleasure of smiling ironically to M. de Marsay as he passed on horseback and caught sight of Macumer sitting opposite to us beside my father.
"Madame de Chaulieu has just had dreadful news; her son-in-law, the Baron de Macumer, ex-duke of Soria, is just dead. The young Duc de Soria and his wife, who had gone to Chantepleurs to nurse their brother, have written this sad intelligence. Louise is heart-broken." "A women is not loved twice in her life as Louise was loved by her husband," said Madeleine de Mortsauf.
But if there be aught in me, in my lightest thought or deed, which jars on your wishes or conception of me, I implore you to tell me, to say what it is. It will be a joy to me to hear you and to take your eyes as the guiding-stars of my life. Renee has frightened me, for she is a true friend." Macumer could not find voice to reply, tears choked him. I can thank you now, Renee.
He wishes to retain my fortune; but if you promise to acknowledge receipt of it in the contract, his consent will no doubt be given. I am no longer Armande de Chaulieu. Leave me at once; no breath of scandal must touch Louise de Macumer." He listened with blanched face and trembling limbs, then, like a flash, had cleared the ten feet to the ground in safety.
The greater the passion, the steeper the precipice we have hewn for our fall that is the only difference. Oh! what I would give to see the Baron de Macumer and talk with him for an hour or two! Your happiness lies so near my heart. XXVI. LOUISE DE MACUMER TO RENEE DE L'ESTORADE March.
To our shame or our glory the point is too nice for me to decide it is of love alone that women are insatiable. Oh! Louise, change yet, while there is still time. If you would only adopt the same course with Macumer that I have done with l'Estorade, you might rouse the sleeping lion in your husband, who is made of the stuff of heroes. One might almost say that you grudge him his greatness.
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