His wife would
not let him out of her sight. For years and years after this she could
hardly bear to let him be an hour out of her sight.
The world is wide; there may be a man in it who can paint the sudden
bliss that fell on these two much suffering hearts; but I am not that
man; this is beyond me; it was not only heaven, but heaven after hell.
Leave we the indescribable and the unspeakable for a moment, and go to a
lighter theme.
The day Rose's character was so unexpectedly cleared, Edouard had no
opportunity of speaking to her, or a reconciliation would have taken
place. As it was, he went home intensely happy. But he did not resume
his visits to the chateau. When he came to think calmly over it, his
vanity was cruelly mortified. She was innocent of the greater offence;
but how insolently she had sacrificed him, his love, and his respect, to
another's interest.
More generous thoughts prevailed by degrees. And one day that her pale
face, her tears, and her remorse got the better of his offended pride,
he determined to give her a good lecture that should drown her in
penitent tears; and then end by forgiving her.
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