CHAPTER XLII

RESOLUTION

The passion conceived by Madame de Hansfeld for M. de Morville had

considerably augmented since her last interview during the Opera ball.

This love was in the breast of Paula a singular mixture of noble and

exalted sentiments and gloomy, sinister ideas. She would have thought it

a degradation of the man she loved had she suffered him to break his

oath; while, at the same time, she resolved, if not to encourage, at

least to permit, Iris to carry on any plot she thought proper against

the life of her husband, in order that she might be at liberty to

espouse M. de Morville without his having in any manner broken his vow.

In vain did Paula seek to remain in ignorance of Iris's machinations,

the consequences of which she could but imperfectly make out. The very

violence of her reluctance, her shuddering apprehensions, and

anticipated remorse, all served to shew her the criminal part she was

taking in the affair, which had originated solely in her wild,

ungovernable passion. Yet, strange to say, had the revelations of Iris

but occurred some few months sooner, when the prince was still under the

influence of his passionate love for Paula--a love so strong, and yet so

clear-sighted, that it remained unshaken by the apparent evidences of

her guilt and foresaw her innocence:--if, therefore, we repeat, the

confessions of Iris had been made when the only obstacle that prevented

Paula from returning the prince's affection was the remembrance of

Raphael--of Raphael the hitherto lamented and adored--what would have

been the results?

Arnold would have learned the innocence of Paula, while she would have

become acquainted with the infamous deceit practised by Raphael.

The chances were all in favour of Madame de Hansfeld's returning the

love of the prince, who had proved his affection to be so genuine and

ardent; by unremitted assiduities he would have induced Paula to pardon

him for entertaining suspicions so injurious to her, and which had

caused him so much torture, both bodily and mentally, and Paula must ere

long have been constrained to admit, that only a passion as blind, as

all-absorbing as that of her husband could have enabled him to continue

that almost adoring love, in spite even of the horrible appearances

which proclaimed her a would be murderess.

Unfortunately it was not so; and the tardy and constrained confessions

of Iris were not made until M. de Hansfeld had transferred his

affections to Bertha, and Madame de Hansfeld had given her heart to M.

de Morville. This fatal position of affairs rendered the situation of

all concerned equally unendurable.

Madame de Hansfeld saw herself doomed to drag on a wearisome existence

beside a man who cared not for her, he even loved another, and his

heart, shut for ever against any warmer feeling for Paula than pity and

regret, could but coldly and feebly seek, by surrounding her with every

worldly enjoyment, to atone for those suspicions to which she had been

sacrificed. And while separated from the object of her new affection by

an insuperable obstacle, she saw, through the enchanting rays of love,

one young, handsome, and devoted, so passionately devoted as to have

been willing to sacrifice at her feet the two leading idols of his

life--_his mother and his promise_--and, amid all this, Paula had not

even the gratification of thinking that by devoting herself to her

duties she in the smallest degree contributed to the happiness of M. de

Hansfeld, who, on his side, finding in Bertha the most seductive union

of personal graces and perfect sweetness of character, gave himself up

without a struggle to the delights of a passion as pure and fervid as

that which now filled his breast, finding full excuse in the frigid

indifference Paula had ever evinced towards him.

Such was the situation of M. and Madame de Hansfeld at the moment when,

by way of conciliating M. de Brévannes, who had it in his power to

calumniate her so fearfully, Paula was about to receive both himself and

his wife at the Hôtel Lambert.

The infatuation of Paula had now reached a point that rendered it quite

impossible for her much longer to endure her present position. She had

named eight days to M. de Morville as the period for acquainting him

with her final resolution, because she trusted that ere then her future

destiny would be decided.

Either she would courageously accept the propositions of Iris, or her

own hand should take away her life if the project of the mulatto

appeared to her to require a too direct or too personal a co-operation.

Nothing is more strange, yet at the same time real, than the tiny

particles fraught with deadly sin, which, floating over the subdued

conscience, form at last a mass of guilt, startling and fearful to

contemplate.

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The result of Madame de Hansfeld's deep reverie was to summon Iris; the

ready messenger of evil came quickly at her call.

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