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by Alexandre Dumas


  CHAPTER LVI.

  THE DOOR OPENS.

  On arriving at the door of the house, poor Henri was seized by his usualhesitation.

  "Courage!" said he to himself.

  But before knocking, he looked once more behind him, and saw the brightlight shining through the windows of the hotel.

  "There," said he, "enter for love and joy, people who are invited almostwithout desiring; why have I not a tranquil and careless heart? PerhapsI might enter there also, instead of vainly trying here."

  Ten o'clock struck. Henri lifted the knocker and struck once, thenagain.

  "There," said he, listening, "there is the inner door opening, thestairs creaking, the sound of steps approaching, always the same thing."

  And he knocked again.

  "There," said he, "he peeps through the trellis-work, sees my pale face,and goes away, always without opening. Adieu, cruel house, untilto-morrow."

  And he turned to go; but scarcely had he taken two steps, when the keyturned in the lock, and, to his profound surprise, the door opened, anda man stood bowing on the threshold. It was the same whom he had seenbefore.

  "Good-evening, monsieur," said he, in a harsh voice, but whose soundappeared to Du Bouchage sweeter than the song of birds.

  Henri joined his hands and trembled so that the servant put out a handto save him from falling, with a visible expression of respectful pity.

  "Come, monsieur," said he, "here I am: explain to me, I beg, what youwant."

  "I have loved so much," replied the young man; "my heart has beat sofast, that I hardly know if it still beats."

  "Will it please you, monsieur, to sit down and talk to me?"

  "Oh, yes!"

  "Speak, then, monsieur, and tell me what you desire."

  "My friend, you already know. Many times, you know, I have waited foryou and surprised you at the turn of a street, and have offered you goldenough to enrich you, had you been the greediest of men; at other timesI have threatened you, but you have never listened to me, and havealways seen me suffer without seeming to pity me. To-day you tell me tospeak--to express my wishes; what then has happened, mon Dieu?"

  The servant sighed. He had evidently a pitying heart under a roughcovering. Henry heard this sigh, and it encouraged him.

  "You know," continued he, "that I love, and how I love; you have seen mepursue a woman and discover her, in spite of her efforts to fly me: butnever in my greatest grief has a bitter word escaped me, or have I givenheed to those violent thoughts which are born of despair and the fire ofyouth."

  "It is true, monsieur; and in this my mistress renders you fulljustice."

  "Could I not," continued Henri, "when you refused me admittance, haveforced the door, as is done every day by some lad, tipsy, or in love?Then, if but for a minute, I should have seen this inexorable woman, andhave spoken to her."

  "It is true."

  "And," continued the young count, sadly, "I am something in this world;my name is great as well as my fortune, the king himself protects me;just now he begged me to confide to him my griefs and to apply to himfor aid."

  "Ah!" said the servant, anxiously.

  "I would not do it," continued Joyeuse; "no, no, I refused all, to comeand pray at this door with clasped hands--a door which never yet openedto me."

  "M. le Comte, you have indeed a noble heart, and worthy to be loved."

  "Well, then, he whom you call worthy, to what do you condemn him? Everymorning my page brings a letter; it is refused. Every evening I knockmyself at the door, and I am disregarded. You let me suffer, despair,die in the street, without having the compassion for me that you wouldhave for a dog that howled. Ah! this woman has no woman's heart, shedoes not love me. Well! one can no more tell one's heart to love thannot to love. But you may pity the unfortunate who suffers, and give hima word of consolation--reach out your hand to save him from falling; butno, this woman cares not for my sufferings. Why does she not kill me,either with a refusal from her mouth, or some blow from a poniard? Dead,I should suffer no more."

  "M. le Comte," replied the man, "the lady whom you accuse is, believeme, far from having the hard, insensible heart you think; she has seenyou, and understood what you suffer, and feels for you the warmestsympathy."

  "Oh! compassion, compassion!" cried the young man; "but may that heartof which you boast some day know love--love such as I feel, and may theyoffer her compassion in exchange; I shall be well avenged."

  "M. le Comte, not to reply to love is no reason for never having loved.This woman has perhaps felt the passion more than ever you will--hasperhaps loved as you can never love."

  "When one loves like that, one loves forever," cried Henri, raising hiseyes to heaven.

  "Did I tell you that she loved no more?"

  Henri uttered a doleful cry.

  "She loves!" cried he. "Ah! mon Dieu!"

  "Yes, she loves; but be not jealous of the man she loves, M. le Comte,for he is no more of this world. My mistress is a widow."

  These words restored hope and life to the young man.

  "Oh!" cried he, "she is a widow, and recently; the source of her tearswill dry up in time. She is a widow, then she loves no one, or only ashadow--a name. Ah! she will love me. Oh! mon Dieu, all great griefs arecalmed by time. When the widow of Mausole, who had sworn an eternalgrief at her husband's tomb, had exhausted her tears, she was cured.Regrets are a malady, from which every one who survives comes out asstrong as before."

  The servant shook his head.

  "This lady, M. le Comte, has also sworn eternal fidelity to death; but Iknow her, and she will keep her word better than the forgetful woman ofwhom you speak."

  "I will wait ten years, if necessary; since she lives, I may hope."

  "Oh! young man, do not reckon thus. She has lived, you say; yes, so shehas, not a month, or a year, but seven years. You hope that she willconsole herself; never, M. le Comte, never. I swear it to you--I, whowas but the servant of him who is dead, and yet I shall never beconsoled."

  "This man so much regretted, this husband--"

  "It was not her husband, it was her lover, M. le Comte, and a woman likeher whom you unluckily love has but one lover in her life."

  "My friend," cried Joyeuse, "intercede for me."

  "I! Listen, M. le Comte. Had I believed you capable of using violencetoward my mistress, I would have killed you long ago with my own hand.If, on the contrary, I could have believed that she would love you, Ithink I should have killed her. Now, M. le Comte, I have said what Iwished to say; do not seek to make me say more, for, on my honor--andalthough not a nobleman, my honor is worth something--I have told youall I can."

  Henri rose.

  "I thank you," said he, "for having had compassion on my misfortunes;now I have decided."

  "Then you will be calmer for the future. M. le Comte, you will go away,and leave us to ourselves?"

  "Yes, be easy; I will go away, and forever."

  "You mean to die?"

  "Why not? I cannot live without her."

  "M. le Comte, believe me, it is bad to die by your own hand."

  "Therefore I shall not choose that death; but there is, for a young manlike me, a death which has always been reckoned the best--that receivedin defending your king and country."

  "If you suffer beyond your strength, if you owe nothing to those whosurvive you, if death on the field of battle is offered to you, die, M.le Comte; I should have done so long ago, had I not been condemned tolive."

  "Adieu, and thank you," replied Joyeuse.

  "Au revoir in another world."

  And he went away rapidly, throwing a heavy purse of gold at the feet ofthe servant.

 

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