书城公版The Count of Monte Cristo
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第333章

"Follow me," said Morrel; "I will take you to my sister, who is worthy also to be yours.We will embark for Algiers, for England, for America, or, if your prefer it, retire to the country and only return to Paris when our friends have reconciled your family." Valentine shook her head."I feared it, Maximilian," said she; "it is the counsel of a madman, and I should be more mad than you, did I not stop you at once with the word `Impossible, impossible!'""You will then submit to what fate decrees for you without even attempting to contend with it?" said Morrel sorrowfully."Yes, -- if I die!""Well, Valentine," resumed Maximilian, "I can only say again that you are right.Truly, it is I who am mad, and you prove to me that passion blinds the most well-meaning.Iappreciate your calm reasoning.It is then understood that to-morrow you will be irrevocably promised to M.Franz d'Epinay, not only by that theatrical formality invented to heighten the effect of a comedy called the signature of the contract, but your own will?""Again you drive me to despair, Maximilian," said Valentine, "again you plunge the dagger into the wound! What would you do, tell me, if your sister listened to such a proposition?""Mademoiselle," replied Morrel with a bitter smile, "I am selfish -- you have already said so -- and as a selfish man I think not of what others would do in my situation, but of what I intend doing myself.I think only that I have known you not a whole year.From the day I first saw you, all my hopes of happiness have been in securing your affection.One day you acknowledged that you loved me, and since that day my hope of future happiness has rested on obtaining you, for to gain you would be life to me.Now, I think no more; I say only that fortune has turned against me -- I had thought to gain heaven, and now I have lost it.It is an every-day occurrence for a gambler to lose not only what he possesses but also what he has not." Morrel pronounced these words with perfect calmness; Valentine looked at him a moment with her large, scrutinizing eyes, endeavoring not to let Morrel discover the grief which struggled in her heart."But, in a word, what are you going to do?" asked she.

"I am going to have the honor of taking my leave of you, mademoiselle, solemnly assuring you that I wish your life may be so calm, so happy, and so fully occupied, that there may be no place for me even in your memory.""Oh!" murmured Valentine.

"Adieu, Valentine, adieu!" said Morrel, bowing.

"Where are you going?" cried the young girl, extending her hand through the opening, and seizing Maximilian by his coat, for she understood from her own agitated feelings that her lover's calmness could not be real; "where are you going?""I am going, that I may not bring fresh trouble into your family: and to set an example which every honest and devoted man, situated as I am, may follow.""Before you leave me, tell me what you are going to do, Maximilian." The young man smiled sorrowfully."Speak, speak!" said Valentine; "I entreat you.""Has your resolution changed, Valentine?""It cannot change, unhappy man; you know it must not!" cried the young girl."Then adieu, Valentine!" Valentine shook the gate with a strength of which she could not have been supposed to be possessed, as Morrel was going away, and passing both her hands through the opening, she clasped and wrung them."I must know what you mean to do!" said she.

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, fear not," said Maximilian, stopping at a short distance, "I do not intend to render another man responsible for the rigorous fate reserved for me.Another might threaten to seek M.Franz, to provoke him, and to fight with him; all that would be folly.What has M.Franz to do with it? He saw me this morning for the first time, and has already forgotten he has seen me.He did not even know Iexisted when it was arranged by your two families that you should be united.I have no enmity against M.Franz, and promise you the punishment shall not fall on him.""On whom, then! -- on me?"

"On you? Valentine! Oh, heaven forbid! Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy.""On yourself, then, unhappy man; on yourself?""I am the only guilty person, am I not?' said Maximilian.

"Maximilian!" said Valentine, "Maximilian, come back, Ientreat you!" He drew near with his sweet smile, and but for his paleness one might have thought him in his usual happy mood."Listen, my dear, my adored Valentine," said he in his melodious and grave tone; "those who, like us, have never had a thought for which we need blush before the world, such may read each other's hearts.I never was romantic, and am no melancholy hero.I imitate neither Manfred nor Anthony;but without words, protestations, or vows, my life has entwined itself with yours; you leave me, and you are right in doing so, -- I repeat it, you are right; but in losing you, I lose my life.