The Confession of a Child of the Century — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 305 pages of information about The Confession of a Child of the Century — Complete.

The Confession of a Child of the Century — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 305 pages of information about The Confession of a Child of the Century — Complete.

As for him, his frank and animated face predisposed me in his favor.  On the mantel I observed a picture of an old lady.  I stepped up to look at it, and he said it was his mother.

I then recalled that Brigitte had often spoken of him; she had known him since childhood.  Before I came to the country she used to see him occasionally at N------, but at the time of her last visit there he was away.  It was, therefore, only by chance that I had learned some particulars of his life, which now came to mind.  He had an honest employment that enabled him to support his mother and sister.

His treatment of these two women deserved the highest praise; he deprived himself of everything for them, and although he possessed musical talents that would have enabled him to make a fortune, the immediate needs of those dependent on him, and an extreme reserve, had always led him to prefer an assured income to the uncertain chances of success in larger ventures.

In a word, he belonged to that small class who live quietly, and who are worth more to the world than those who do not appreciate them.  I had learned of certain traits in his character which will serve to paint the man he had fallen in love with a beautiful girl in the neighborhood, and, after a year of devotion to her, had secured her parents’ consent to their union.  She was as poor as he.  The contract was ready to be signed, the preparations for the wedding were complete, when his mother said: 

“And your sister?  Who will marry her?”

That simple remark made him understand that if he married he would spend all his money in the household expenses and his sister would have no dowry.  He broke off the engagement, bravely renouncing his happy prospects; he then came to Paris.

When I heard that story I wished to see the hero.  That simple, unassuming act of devotion seemed to me more admirable than all the glories of war.

The more I examined that young man, the less I felt inclined to broach the subject nearest my heart.  The idea which had first occurred to me, that he would harm me in Brigitte’s eyes, vanished at once.  Gradually my thoughts took another course; I looked at him attentively, and it seemed to me that he was also examining me with curiosity.

We were both twenty-one years of age, but what a difference between us!  He, accustomed to an existence regulated by the graduated tick of the clock; never having seen anything of life, except that part of it which lies between an obscure room on the fourth floor and a dingy government office; sending his mother all his savings, that farthing of human joy which the hand of toil clasps so greedily; having no thought except for the happiness of others, and that since his childhood, since he had been a babe in arms!  And I, during that precious time, so swift, so inexorable, during the time that with him had been a round of toil, what had I done?  Was I a man?  Which of us had lived?

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