Part 14 (1/2)
”You see,” continued she, ”I am not an easy woman to deal with. I am a little despotic, I know. I have been in the habit of commanding during the last thirty-five years. Business was heavy, and required a strong will. I had it, and the habit is formed. But this strong will, which has served me so well in business will, I am afraid, with you, play me some trick. Those who have lived with me a long time know that if I am hot-headed I have a good heart. They submit to my tyranny; but you who are a newcomer, how will you like it?”
”I shall do as the others do,” said Serge, simply. ”I shall be led, and with pleasure. Think that I have lived for years without kindred, without ties--at random; and, believe me, any chain will be light and sweet which holds me to any one or anything. And then,” frankly added he, changing his tone and looking at Madame Desvarennes with tenderness, ”if I did not do everything to please you I should be ungrateful.”
”Oh!” cried Madame Desvarennes, ”unfortunately that is not a reason.”
”Would you have a better one?” said the young man, in his most charming accent. ”If I had not married your daughter for her own sake, I believe that I should have married her for yours.” Madame Desvarennes was quite pleased, and shaking her finger threateningly at Serge, said:
”Ah, you Pole, you boaster of the North!”
”Seriously,” continued Serge, ”before I knew I was to be your son-in-law, I thought you a matchless woman. Add to the admiration I had for your great qualities the affection which your goodness has inspired, and you will understand that I am both proud and happy to have such a mother as you.”
Madame Desvarennes looked at Panine attentively; she saw he was sincere.
Then, taking courage, she touched the topic of greatest interest to her.
”If that is the case, you will have no objections to live with me?” She stopped; then emphasized the words, ”With me.”
”But was not that understood?” asked Serge, gayly' ”I thought so. You must have seen that I have not been seeking a dwelling for my wife and myself. If you had not made the offer to me, I should have asked you to let me stay with you.”
Madame Desvarennes broke into such an outburst of joy that she astonished Panine. It was then only that in that pallor, in that sudden trembling, in that changed voice, he understood, the immensity of the mother's love for her daughter.
”I have everything to gain by that arrangement,” continued he. ”My wife will be happy at not leaving you, and you will be pleased at my not having taken away your daughter. You will both like me better, and that is all I wish.”
”How good you are in deciding thus, and how I thank you for it,” resumed Madame Desvarennes. ”I feared you would have ideas of independence.”
”I should have been happy to sacrifice them to you, but I have not even that merit.”
All that Serge had said had been so open and plain, and expressed with such sweetness that, little by little, Madame Desvarennes's prejudices disappeared. He took possession of her as he had done of Micheline, and as he did of every one whom he wished to conquer. His charm was irresistible. He seized on one by the eyes and the ears. Naturally fascinating, moving, captivating, bold, he always preserved his artless and tender ways, which made him resemble a young girl.
”I am going to tell you how we shall manage,” said the mistress.
”Foreseeing my daughter's marriage, I have had my house divided into two distinct establishments. They say that life in common with a mother-in-law is objectionable to a son-in-law, therefore I wish you to have a home of your own. I know that an old face like mine frightens young lovers. I will come to you when you invite me. But even when I am shut up in my own apartments I shall be with my daughter; I shall breathe the same air; I shall hear her going and coming, singing, laughing, and I shall say to myself, 'It is all right, she is happy.'
That is all I ask. A little corner, whence I can share her life.”
Serge took her hand with effusion.
”Don't be afraid; your daughter will not leave you.”
Madame Desvarennes, unable to contain her feelings, opened her arms, and Serge fell on her breast, like a true son.
”Do you know, I am going to adore you!” cried Madame Desvarennes, showing Panine a face beaming with happiness.
”I hope so,” said the young man, gayly.
Madame Desvarennes became thoughtful.
”What a strange thing life is!” resumed she. ”I did not want you for a son-in-law, and now you are behaving so well toward me that I am full of remorse. Oh, I see now what a dangerous man you are, if you captivate other women's hearts as you have caught mine.”
She looked at the Prince fixedly, and added, in her clear commanding voice, with a shade of gayety:
”Now, I hope you will reserve all your powers of charming for my daughter. No more flirting, eh? She loves you; she would be jealous, and you would get into hot water with me! Let Micheline's life be happy, without a cloud-blue, always blue sky!”