The Wandering Jew — Volume 08 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 129 pages of information about The Wandering Jew — Volume 08.

The Wandering Jew — Volume 08 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 129 pages of information about The Wandering Jew — Volume 08.

These last words were pronounced with a bitterness that was not lost on M. de Montbron:  watching Adrienne attentively, he observed:  “Meseems, you speak of the prince with some harshness.”

“No; I speak of him with indifference.”

“Yet he deserves a very different feeling.”

“On the part of some other person, perhaps,” replied Adrienne, dryly.

“He is so unhappy!” said M, de Montbron, in a tone of sincere pity.  “When I saw him the other day, he made my heart ache.”

“What have I to do with it?” exclaimed Adrienne, with an accent of painful and almost angry impatience.

“I should have thought that his cruel torments at least deserved your pity,” answered the count gravely.

“Pity—­from me!” cried Adrienne, with an air of offended pride.  Then restraining herself, she added coldly:  “You are jesting, M. de Montbron.  It is not in sober seriousness that you ask me to take interest in the amorous torments of your prince.”

There was so much cold disdain in these last words of Adrienne, her pale and agitated countenance betrayed such haughty bitterness, that M. de Montbron said, sorrowfully:  “It is then true; I have not been deceived.  I, who thought, from our old and constant friendship, that I had some claim to your confidence have known nothing of it—­while you told all to another.  It is painful, very painful to me.”

“I do not understand you, M. de Montbron.”

“Well then, since I must speak plainly,” cried the count, “there is, I see, no hope for this unhappy boy—­you love another.”

As Adrienne started—­“Oh! you cannot deny it,” resumed the count; “your paleness and melancholy for the last few days, your implacable indifference to the prince—­all prove to me that you are in love.”

Hurt by the manner in which the count spoke of the sentiment he attributed to her, Mdlle. de Cardoville answered with dignified stateliness:  “You must know, M. de Montbron, that a secret discovered is not a confidence.  Your language surprises me.

“Oh, my dear friend, if I use the poor privilege of experience—­if I guess that you are in love—­if I tell you so, and even go so far as to reproach you with it—­it is because the life or death of this poor prince is concerned; and I feel for him as if he were my son, for it is impossible to know him without taking the warmest interest in him.”

“It would be singular,” returned Adrienne, with redoubled coldness, and still more bitter irony, “if my love—­admitting I were in love—­could have any such strange influence on Prince Djalma.  What can it matter to him?” added she, with almost agonizing disdain.

“What can it matter to him?  Now really, my dear friend, permit me to tell you, that it is you who are jesting cruelly.  What! this unfortunate youth loves you with all the blind ardor of a first love—­twice has attempted to terminate by suicide the horrible tortures of his passion—­and you think it strange that your love for another should be with him a question of life or death!”

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