III.—­The Ironmaster’s Disappointment

Touched by the disinterested delicacy of M. Derblay, the marchioness sanctioned her daughter’s sudden determination without anxiety.  In her mother’s presence, Claire showed every outward sign of happiness, but her heart became bitter and her mind disturbed, and nought remained of the noble, tender-hearted Claire.

Her only object now was to avenge herself on Athenais and humiliate the duke; and the preparations for the wedding were carried on with incredible speed.  Left ignorant of the ironmaster’s generous intentions, she attributed his ready deference to all her wishes to his ambition to become her husband, and even felt contempt for the readiness with which he had enacted his part in the humiliating comedy played before the duke, so thoroughly did she misjudge passionate, generous-hearted Philippe, whose only dream was to restore her happiness.

Mlle, de Beaulieu arrived at two decisions which stupefied everybody.  She wished the wedding to take place at midnight, without the least pomp, and only the members of the two families to be present.  The marchioness raised her hands to heaven, and the marquis asked his sister if she were going mad, but Philippe declared these wishes seemed very proper to him, and so they were carried out.

The marriage contract was signed on the eve of the great day.  Claire remained ignorant of the fact that she was ruined, and signed quite unsuspectingly the act which endowed her with half M. Derblay’s fortune.

The service was performed with the same simplicity as would have been observed at a pauper’s wedding.  The dreary music troubled the duke, and reminded him of his father’s funeral, when his aunt and cousins wept with him.  He was now alone.  Separated for ever from the dear ones who had been so kind to him, he compared Philippe’s conduct with his own, and, turning his eyes to Claire, divined that she wept.  A light broke on him; he realised the ironmaster’s true position, and decided he might revenge himself very sweetly.

“She weeps,” he said to himself.  “She hates that man, and still loves me.”

After the service he looked in vain for traces of tears.  She was calm and smiling, and spoke in perfect self-possession.

But when she was left alone, all on a sudden she found herself face to face with the cruel reality.  She held herself and Philippe in horror.  She must have been mad, and he had acted most unworthily in lending himself to her plans.  When he at last ventured to come to her, her harsh expression astonished him.  She managed to convey to him her wish to remain alone, and he showed himself so proud and magnanimous, she asked herself if it would be possible for her to live apart from him.  How could she for ever repel such a loyal, generous man without showing herself unjust and cruel?

Her husband approached her.  His lips touched her forehead.  “Till to-morrow,” he said.  But as he touched her he was seized with a mad, passionate longing.  He caught her in his arms in an irresistible transport.  “Oh, if you only knew how much I love you!”