instead of `Adieu, my dear wife.' You understand that, Raoul.However brutal my reasoning may appear, I conjure you, then, to believe me, and to turn away your thoughts from those early days of youth in which you took up this habit of love -- days of effeminate carelessness, which soften the heart and render it incapable of consuming those strong, bitter draughts called glory and adversity.
Therefore, Raoul, I repeat to you, you should see in my counsel only the desire of being useful to you, only the ambition of seeing you prosper.I believe you capable of becoming a remarkable man.March alone, and you will march better, and more quickly.""You have commanded, monsieur," replied Raoul, "and I obey.""Commanded!" cried Athos."Is it thus you reply to me? Ihave commanded you! Oh! you distort my words as you misconceive my intentions.I do not command you; I request you.""No, monsieur, you have commanded," said Raoul, persistently; "had you only requested me, your request is even more effective than your order.I have not seen Mademoiselle de la Valliere again.""But you are unhappy! you are unhappy!" insisted Athos.
Raoul made no reply.
"I find you pale; I find you dull.The sentiment is strong, then?""It is a passion," replied Raoul.
"No -- a habit."
"Monsieur, you know I have traveled much, that I have passed two years far away from her.A habit would yield to an absence of two years, I believe; whereas, on my return, Iloved, not more, that was impossible, but as much.
Mademoiselle de la Valliere is for me the one lady above all others; but you are for me a god upon earth -- to you Isacrifice everything."
"You are wrong," said Athos; "I have no longer any right over you.Age has emancipated you; you no longer even stand in need of my consent.Besides, I will not refuse my consent after what you have told me.Marry Mademoiselle de la Valliere, if you like."Raoul was startled, but suddenly: "You are very kind, monsieur," said he, "and your concession excites my warmest gratitude, but I will not accept it.""Then you now refuse?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"I will not oppose you in anything, Raoul.""But you have at the bottom of your heart an idea against this marriage: it is not your choice.""That is true."
"That is sufficient to make me resist: I will wait.""Beware, Raoul! What you are now saying is serious.""I know it is, monsieur; as I said, I will wait.""Until I die?" said Athos, much agitated.
"Oh! monsieur," cried Raoul, with tears in his eyes, "is it possible that you should wound my heart thus? I have never given you cause of complaint!""Dear boy, that is true," murmured Athos, pressing his lips violently together to conceal the emotion of which he was no longer master."No, I will no longer afflict you; only I do not comprehend what you mean by waiting.Will you wait till you love no longer?""Ah! for that! -- no, monsieur.I will wait till you change your opinion.""I should wish to put the matter to a test, Raoul; I should like to see if Mademoiselle de la Valliere will wait as you do.""I hope so, monsieur."
"But take care, Raoul! suppose she did not wait? Ah, you are so young, so confiding, so loyal! Women are changeable.""You have never spoken ill to me of women, monsieur; you have never had to complain of them; why should you doubt of Mademoiselle de la Valliere?""That is true," said Athos, casting down his eyes; "I have never spoken ill to you of women; I have never had to complain of them; Mademoiselle de la Valliere never gave birth to a suspicion; but when we are looking forward, we must go even to exceptions, even to improbabilities! If, Isay, Mademoiselle de la Valliere should not wait for you?""How, monsieur?"
"If she turned her eyes another way."
"If she looked favorably upon another, do you mean, monsieur?" said Raoul, pale with agony.
"Exactly."
"Well, monsieur, I would kill him," said Raoul, simply, "and all the men whom Mademoiselle de la Valliere should choose, until one of them had killed me, or Mademoiselle de la Valliere had restored me her heart."Athos started."I thought," resumed he, in an agitated voice, "that you called me just now your god, your law in this world.""Oh!" said Raoul, trembling, "you would forbid me the duel?""Suppose I did forbid it, Raoul?"
"You would forbid me to hope, monsieur; consequently you would not forbid me to die."Athos raised his eyes toward the vicomte.He had pronounced these words with the most melancholy inflection, accompanied by the most melancholy look."Enough,"said Athos, after a long silence, "enough of this subject, upon which we both go too far.Live as well as you are able, Raoul, perform your duties, love Mademoiselle de; la Valliere; in a word, act like a man, since you have attained the age of a man; only do not forget that I love you tenderly, and that you profess to love me.""Ah! monsieur le comte!" cried Raoul, pressing the hand of Athos to his heart.
"Enough, dear boy, leave me; I want rest.A propos, M.
d'Artagnan has returned from England with me; you owe him a visit.""I will pay it, monsieur, with great pleasure.I love Monsieur d'Artagnan exceedingly.""You are right in doing so; he is a worthy man and a brave cavalier.""Who loves you dearly."
"I am sure of that.Do you know his address?""At the Louvre, I suppose, or wherever the king is.Does he not command the musketeers?""No; at present M.d'Artagnan is absent on leave; he is resting for awhile.Do not, therefore, seek him at the posts of his service.You will hear of him at the house of a certain Planchet.""His former lackey?"
"Exactly, turned grocer."
"I know; Rue des Lombards?"
"Somewhere thereabouts, or Rue des Arcis.""I will find it, monsieur, -- I will find it.""You will say a thousand kind things to him, on my part, and ask him to come and dine with me before I set out for La Fere.""Yes, monsieur."
"Good-night, Raoul!"
"Monsieur, I see you wear an order I never saw you wear before; accept my compliments!""The Fleece! that is true.A bauble, my boy, which no longer amuses an old child like myself.Goodnight, Raoul!"