the King of Navarre, who was to conduct the Queen of Spain:
Monsieur de Nemours, went to the Viscount, and made an ingenuous
confession to him of all he had concealed
hitherto, except Madam
de Cleves's sentiments, which he would not seem to know.
The Viscount received what he told him with a great deal of
pleasure, and
assured him, that though he was not acquainted with
his sentiments on that subject, he had often thought, since Madam
de Cleves had been a widow, that she was the only lady that
deserved him. Monsieur de Nemours entreated him to give him an
opportunity of
speaking to her, and
learning what
disposition she
was in.
The Viscount proposed to carry him to her house, but the Duke was
of opinion she would be shocked at it, because as yet she saw
nobody; so that they agreed, it would be better for the Viscount
to ask her to come to him, under some
pretence, and for the Duke
to come to them by a private
staircase, that he might not be
observed. Accordingly this was executed; Madam de Cleves came,
the Viscount went to receive her, and led her into a great closet
at the end of his
apartment; some time after Monsieur de Nemours
came in, as by chance: Madam de Cleves was in great surprise to
see him; she blushed and endeavoured to hide it; the Viscount at
first spoke of
indifferent matters, and then went out, as if he
had some orders to give, telling Madam de Cleves he must desire
her to
entertain the Duke in his stead, and that he would return
immediately.
It is impossible to express the sentiments of Monsieur de
Nemours, and Madam de Cleves, when they saw themselves alone, and
at liberty to speak to one another, as they had never been
before: they continued silent a while; at length, said Monsieur
de Nemours, "Can you, Madam,
pardon the Viscount for giving me
an opportunity of
seeing you, and
speaking to you, an opportunity
which you have always so
cruelly denied me?" "I ought not to
pardon him," replied she, "for having forgot the condition I am
in, and to what he exposes my reputation." Having spoke these
words, she would have gone away; but Monsieur de Nemours stopping
her, "Fear not, Madam," said he; "you have nothing to
apprehend; nobody knows I am here; hear me, Madam, hear me, if
not out of
goodness, yet at least for your own sake, and to free
yourself from the extravagancies which a
passion I am no longer
master of will infallibly hurry me into." Madam de Cleves now
first yielded to the
inclination she had for the Duke de Nemours,
and beholding him with eyes full of
softness and charms, "But
what can you hope for," says she, "from the complaisance you
desire of me? You will perhaps
repent that you have obtained it,
and I shall certainly
repent that I have granted it. You deserve
a happier fortune than you have
hitherto had, or than you can
have for the future, unless you seek it elsewhere." "I,
Madam," said he, "seek happiness
anywhere else? Or is there
any happiness for me, but in your love? Though I never spoke of
it before, I cannot believe, Madam, that you are not acquainted
with my
passion, or that you do not know it to be the greatest
and most
sincere that ever was; what trials has it suffered in
things you are a stranger to? What trials have you put it to by
your rigour?"
"Since you are
desirous I should open myself to you," answered
Madam de Cleves, "I'll
comply with your desire, and I'll do it
with a
sincerity that is
rarely to be met with in persons of my
sex: I shall not tell you that I have not observed your
passionfor me; perhaps you would not believe me if I should tell you so;
I
confesstherefore to you, not only that I have observed it, but
that I have observed it in such lights as you yourself could wish
it might appear to me in." "And if you have seen my
passion,
Madam," said he, "is it possible for you not to have been moved
by it? And may I
venture to ask, if it has made no
impression on
your heart?" "You should have judged of that from my
conduct," replied she; "but I should be glad to know what you
thought of it." "I ought to be in a happier condition,"
replied he, "to
venture to inform you; my fortune would
contradict what I should say; all I can tell you, Madam, is that
I
heartily wished you had not acknowledged to Monsieur de Cleves
what you concealed from me, and that you had concealed from him
what you made appear to me." "How came you to discover,"
replied she blushing, "that I acknowledged anything to Monsieur
de Cleves?" "I
learned it from yourself, Madam," replied he;