A Man of Power

           

           Thedoorsoftheturretopenedveryearlyonthefollowingday.

           "Oh!goodGod,"hethought,"here’smyfather!Whatanunpleasantscene!"

           Atthesametimeawomandressedlikeapeasantrushedintohisarms.Hehaddifficultyinrecognisingher.ItwasmademoiselledelaMole.

           "Youwickedman!Yourletteronlytoldmewhereyouwere.Asforwhatyoucallyourcrime,butwhichisreallynothingmoreorlessthananoblevengeance,whichshewsmealltheloftinessoftheheartwhichbeatswithinyourbosom,IonlygottoknowofitatVerrières."

           InspiteofallhisprejudicesagainstmademoiselledelaMole,prejudicesmoreoverwhichhehadnotownedtohimselfquitefrankly,Julienfoundherextremelypretty.Itwasimpossiblenottorecognisebothinwhatshehaddoneandwhatshehadsaid,anobledisinterestedfeelingfarabovethelevelofanythingthatapettyvulgarsoulwouldhavedaredtodo?Hethoughtthathestilllovedaqueen,andafterafewmomentssaidtoherwitharemarkablenobilitybothofthoughtandofelocution,

           "Isketchedoutthefutureveryclearly.AftermydeathIintendedtoremarryyoutoM.deCroisenois,whowillofficiallyofcoursethenmarryawidow.Thenoblebutslightlyromanticsoulofthischarmingwidow,whowillhavebeenbroughtbacktothecultofvulgarprudencebyanastonishingandsingulareventwhichplayedinherlifeapartasgreatasitwastragic,willdeigntoappreciatetheveryrealmeritoftheyoungmarquis.Youwillresignyourselftobehappywithordinaryworldlyhappiness,prestige,riches,highrank.

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