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And next they passed Melite, rejoicing in the soft-blowing breeze, and steep Cerossus, and Nymphaea at a distance, where lady Calypso, daughter of Atlas, dwelt; and they deemed they saw the misty mountains of Thunder. And then Hera bethought her of the counsels and wrath of Zeus concerning them.
Hah, Saint Vulfran! why should I not? Why should a man not love his cousin?" Adhelmar grinned, while the vicomte twitched his beard and wished Adhelmar at the devil. But the young knight stuck fast at Puysange, for all that, and he and Melite were much together. Daily they made parties to dance, and to hunt the deer, and to fish, but most often to rehearse songs. For Adhelmar made good songs.
Reinault informed his sister of his decision; she wept a little, but did not refuse to comply. So Adhelmar, come again to Puysange after five years' absence, found Melite troth-plighted, fast and safe, to Hugues. Reinault told him. Adhelmar grumbled and bit his nails in a corner, for a time; then laughed shortly. "I have loved Melite," he said. "It may be that I love her still.
The Demoiselle Melite laughed a little her laughter, as I have told you, was high and delicate, with the resonance of thin glass and demanded the reason of his sudden grief. "I sigh," he answered, "for sorrow that this Dame Venus is dead." "Surely," said she, wondering at his glum face, "that is no great matter." "By Saint Vulfran, yes!"
The poet found great favor in the eyes of the lady, and the original lover was cast into the shade. This incident was the reason Why Corneille wrote "Melite." The success of the piece was very great, a new company of players was established in Paris, and at that time it was fully equal to any comedy which had been written in the French language, though it reads dull enough at the present day.
Beside it, the Sieur d'Arques' affection showed somewhat tawdry, and Melite began to reflect that, after all, she had liked Adhelmar almost as well. "Sweet," said Adhelmar, "do I not know you to the marrow? You will forget me utterly, for your heart is very changeable. Ah, Mother of God!"
"But do you in truth love Hugues?" asked Adhelmar, in a harsh voice. "Yes," said Melite, very softly, and afterward flushed and wondered dimly if she had spoken the truth. Then, somehow, her arms clasped about Adhelmar's neck, and she kissed him, from pure pity, as she told herself; for Melite's heart was tender, and she could not endure the anguish in his face. This was all very well.
Melite Britannis Subacta this was the title of my worshipful nonsense. The whole strength of the Laxton party had mustered on this occasion. Lady Carbery made a point of bringing in her party every creature whom she could influence. And, probably, there were in that crowded audience many old Manchester friends of my father, loving his memory, and thinking to honor it by kindness to his son.
She was graceful and of demure countenance. She was well-beloved, and could herself love well, but her heart was changeable " "Cousin Adhelmar," declared Melite, flushing somewhat, for the portrait was like enough, "I think that you tell of a woman, not of a goddess of heathenry."
Melite bent over him; for as he spoke he had lain back in a tall carven chair by the east window. She was past speech. But now, for a moment, her lips clung to his, and her warm tears fell upon his face. What better death for a lover? thought Adhelmar. Yet he murmured somewhat. "Pity, always pity!" he said, wearily. "I shall never win aught else of you, Melite.
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