Part 6 (2/2)
”He is my confessor.”
”Does he know that I love you?”
”M. de Montriveau, you cannot claim, I think, to penetrate the secrets of the confessional?”
”Does that man know all about our quarrels and my love for you?”
”That man, monsieur; say G.o.d!”
”G.o.d again! _I_ ought to be alone in your heart. But leave G.o.d alone where He is, for the love of G.o.d and me. Madame, you _shall not_ go to confession again, or----”
”Or?” she repeated sweetly.
”Or I will never come back here.”
”Then go, Armand. Good-bye, good-bye forever.”
She rose and went to her boudoir without so much as a glance at Armand, as he stood with his hand on the back of a chair. How long he stood there motionless he himself never knew. The soul within has the mysterious power of expanding as of contracting s.p.a.ce.
He opened the door of the boudoir. It was dark within. A faint voice was raised to say sharply:
”I did not ring. What made you come in without orders? Go away, Suzette.”
”Then you are ill,” exclaimed Montriveau.
”Stand up, monsieur, and go out of the room for a minute at any rate,”
she said, ringing the bell.
”Mme la d.u.c.h.esse rang for lights?” said the footman, coming in with the candles. When the lovers were alone together, Mme de Langeais still lay on her couch; she was just as silent and motionless as if Montriveau had not been there.
”Dear, I was wrong,” he began, a note of pain and a sublime kindness in his voice. ”Indeed, I would not have you without religion----”
”It is fortunate that you can recognise the necessity of a conscience,”
she said in a hard voice, without looking at him. ”I thank you in G.o.d's name.”
The General was broken down by her harshness; this woman seemed as if she could be at will a sister or a stranger to him. He made one despairing stride towards the door. He would leave her forever without another word. He was wretched; and the d.u.c.h.ess was laughing within herself over mental anguish far more cruel than the old judicial torture. But as for going away, it was not in his power to do it. In any sort of crisis, a woman is, as it were, bursting with a certain quant.i.ty of things to say; so long as she has not delivered herself of them, she experiences the sensation which we are apt to feel at the sight of something incomplete. Mme de Langeais had not said all that was in her mind. She took up her parable and said:
”We have not the same convictions, General, I am pained to think. It would be dreadful if a woman could not believe in a religion which permits us to love beyond the grave. I set Christian sentiments aside; you cannot understand them. Let me simply speak to you of expediency.
Would you forbid a woman at court the table of the Lord when it is customary to take the sacrament at Easter? People must certainly do something for their party. The Liberals, whatever they may wish to do, will never destroy the religious instinct. Religion will always be a political necessity. Would you undertake to govern a nation of logic-choppers? Napoleon was afraid to try; he persecuted ideologists.
If you want to keep people from reasoning, you must give them something to feel. So let us accept the Roman Catholic Church with all its consequences. And if we would have France go to ma.s.s, ought we not to begin by going ourselves? Religion, you see, Armand, is a bond uniting all the conservative principles which enable the rich to live in tranquillity. Religion and the rights of property are intimately connected. It is certainly a finer thing to lead a nation by ideas of morality than by fear of the scaffold, as in the time of the Terror--the one method by which your odious Revolution could enforce obedience.
The priest and the king--that means you, and me, and the Princess my neighbour; and, in a word, the interests of all honest people personified. There, my friend, just be so good as to belong to your party, you that might be its Scylla if you had the slightest ambition that way. I know nothing about politics myself; I argue from my own feelings; but still I know enough to guess that society would be overturned if people were always calling its foundations in question----”
”If that is how your Court and your Government think, I am sorry for you,” broke in Montriveau. ”The Restoration, madam, ought to say, like Catherine de Medici, when she heard that the battle of Dreux was lost, 'Very well; now we will go to the meeting-house.' Now 1815 was your battle of Dreux. Like the royal power of those days, you won in fact, while you lost in right. Political Protestantism has gained an ascendancy over people's minds. If you have no mind to issue your Edict of Nantes; or if, when it is issued, you publish a Revocation; if you should one day be accused and convicted of repudiating the Charter, which is simply a pledge given to maintain the interests established under the Republic, then the Revolution will rise again, terrible in her strength, and strike but a single blow. It will not be the Revolution that will go into exile; she is the very soil of France. Men die, but people's interests do not die. ... Eh, great Heavens! what are France and the crown and rightful sovereigns, and the whole world besides, to us? Idle words compared with my happiness. Let them reign or be hurled from the throne, little do I care. Where am I now?”
”In the d.u.c.h.esse de Langeais' boudoir, my friend.”
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