me in return give you some advice which may help you to end this duel
without witnesses, in which you must
inevitably be worsted, for you
are fighting with
unequal weapons. You must not struggle any longer
with a madman--"
"Hush!" she said,
dashing aside the tears that rolled from her eyes.
"Listen to me, dear," I continued. "After a single hour's talk with
the count, which I force myself to
endure for love of you, my thoughts
are bewildered, my head heavy; he makes me
doubtful of my own
intellect; the same ideas
repeated over and over again seem to burn
themselves on my brain. Well-defined monomanias are not communicated;
but when the
madness consists in a distorted way of looking at
everything, and when it lurks under all discussions, then it can and
does
injure the minds of those who live with it. Your
patience is
sublime, but will it not end in disordering you? For your sake, for
that of your children, change your
system with the count. Your
adorable kindness has made him
selfish; you have treated him as a
mother treats the child she spoils; but now, if you want to live--and
you do want it," I said, looking at her, "use the control you have
over him. You know what it is; he loves you and he fears you; make him
fear you more; oppose his erratic will with your firm will. Extend
your power over him,
confine his
madness to a moral
sphere just as we
lock maniacs in a cell."
"Dear child," she said, smiling
bitterly, "a woman without a heart
might do it. But I am a mother; I should make a poor jailer. Yes, I
can suffer, but I cannot make others suffer. Never!" she said, "never!
not even to
obtain some great and honorable result. Besides, I should
have to lie in my heart,
disguise my voice, lower my head,
degrade my
gesture--do not ask of me such falsehoods. I can stand between
Monsieur de Mortsauf and his children, I
willingly receive his blows
that they may not fall on others; I can do all that, and will do it to
conciliate conflicting interests, but I can do no more."
"Let me
worship thee, O saint,
thrice holy!" I exclaimed, kneeling at
her feet and kissing her robe, with which I wiped my tears. "But if he
kills you?" I cried.
She turned pale and said, lifting her eyes to heaven:
"God's will be done!"
"Do you know that the king said to your father, 'So that devil of a
Mortsauf is still living'?"
"A jest on the lips of the king," she said, "is a crime when
repeatedhere."
In spite of our precautions the count had tracked us; he now arrived,
bathed in perspiration, and sat down under a walnut-tree where the
countess had stopped to give me that
rebuke. I began to talk about the
vintage; the count was silent,
taking no notice of the dampness under
the tree. After a few
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that were very
significant, he
complained of nausea and
headache; but
he spoke
gently, and did not
appeal to our pity, or describe his
sufferings in his usual exaggerated way. We paid no attention to him.
When we reached the house, he said he felt worse and should go to bed;
which he did, quite naturally and with much less
complaint than usual.
We took
advantage of the
respite and went down to our dear terrace
accompanied by Madeleine.
"Let us get that boat and go upon the river," said the
countess after
we had made a few turns. "We might go and look at the
fishing which is
going on to-day."
We went out by the little gate, found the punt, jumped into it and
were
presently paddling up the Loire. Like three children amused with
trifles, we looked at the sedges along the banks and the blue and
green dragon-flies; the
countess wondered perhaps that she was able to
enjoy such
peaceful pleasures in the midst of her poignant griefs; but