So
saying, he took Ginevra by the arm to the gate of the house and
silently put her out.
"Luigi!" cried Ginevra, entering the
humblelodging of her lover,--"my
Luigi, we have no other fortune than our love."
"Then am I richer than the kings of the earth!" he cried.
"My father and my mother have cast me off," she said, in deepest
sadness.
"I will love you in place of them."
"Then let us be happy,--we WILL be happy!" she cried, with a gayety in
which there was something dreadful.
CHAPTER V
MARRIAGE
The day after Ginevra was
driven from her father's house she went to
ask Madame Servin for
asylum and
protection until the period fixed by
law for her marriage to Luigi.
Here began for her that
apprenticeship to trouble which the world
strews about the path of those who do not follow its conventions.
Madame Servin received her very
coldly, being much annoyed by the harm
which Ginevra's affair had inflicted on her husband, and told her, in
politely
cautious words, that she must not count on her help in
future. Too proud to
persist, but amazed at a
selfishness hitherto
unknown to her, the girl took a room in the
lodging-house that was
nearest to that of Luigi. The son of the Portas passed all his days at
the feet of his future wife; and his
youthful love, the
purity of his
words, dispersed the clouds from the mind of the banished daughter;
the future was so beautiful as he painted it that she ended by smiling
joyfully, though without forgetting her father's severity.
One morning the servant of the
lodging house brought to Ginevra's room
a number of trunks and packages containing stuffs, linen, clothes, and
a great quantity of other articles necessary for a young wife in
setting up a home of her own. In this
welcomeprovision she recognized
her mother's
foresight, and, on examining the gifts, she found a
purse, in which the
baroness had put the money belonging to her
daughter, adding to it the
amount of her own savings. The purse was
accompanied by a letter, in which the mother implored the daughter to
forego the fatal marriage if it were still possible to do so. It had
cost her, she said,
untold difficulty to send these few things to her
daughter; she entreated her not to think her hard if,
henceforth, she
were forced to
abandon her to want; she feared she could never again
assist her; but she
blessed her and prayed for her happiness in this
fatal marriage, if, indeed, she
persisted in making it, assuring her
that she should never cease to think of her
darling child. Here the
falling tears had effaced some words of the letter.
"Oh, mother!" cried Ginevra, deeply moved.
She felt the
impulse to rush home, to breathe the
blessed air of her
father's house, to fling herself at his feet, to see her mother. She
was springing forward to accomplish this wish, when Luigi entered. At
the mere sight of him her
filialemotion vanished; her tears were
stopped, and she no longer had the strength to
abandon that
loving and
unfortunate youth. To be the sole hope of a noble being, to love him
and then
abandon him!--that sacrifice is the
treachery of which young
hearts are
incapable. Ginevra had the
generosity to bury her own grief
and
sufferingsilently in her soul.
The marriage day arrived. Ginevra had no friend with her. While she
was dressing, Luigi fetched the
witnesses necessary to sign the
certificate of marriage. These
witnesses were
worthy persons; one, a
cavalry
sergeant, was under obligations to Luigi,
contracted on the
battlefield, obligations which are never obliterated from the heart of
an honest man; the other, a master-mason, was the
proprietor of the
house in which the young couple had hired an
apartment for their
future home. Each
witness brought a friend, and all four, with Luigi,
came to
escort the bride. Little accustomed to social functions, and