Mauprat eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 457 pages of information about Mauprat.

Mauprat eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 457 pages of information about Mauprat.
in the meadows, while I—­I love her because she is good as the moon that sheds light on all.  She is a girl who gives away everything that she has; who would not wear a jewel, because with the gold in a ring a man could be kept alive for a year.  And if she finds a foot-sore child by the road-side, she takes off her shoes and gives them to him, and goes on her way bare-footed.  Then, look you, hers is a heart that never swerves.  If to-morrow the village of Saint-Severe were to go to her in a body and say:  ’Young lady, you have lived long enough in the lap of wealth, give us what you have, and take your turn at work’—­’That is but fair, my good friends,’ she would reply, and with a glad heart she would go and tend the flocks in the fields.  Her mother was the same.  I knew her mother when she was quite young, young as yourself; and I knew yours too.  Oh, yes.  She was a lady with a noble mind, charitable and just to all.  And you take after her, they say.”

“Alas, no,” I answered, deeply touched by these words of Patience.  “I know neither charity nor justice.”

“You have not been able to practise them yet, but they are written in your heart.  I can read them there.  People call me a sorcerer, and so I am in a measure.  I know a man directly I see him.  Do you remember what you said to me one day on the heath at Valide?  You were with Sylvain and I with Marcasse.  You told me that an honest man avenges his wrongs himself.  And, by-the-bye, Monsieur Mauprat, if you are not satisfied with the apologies I made you at Gazeau Tower, you may say so.  See, there is no one near; and, old as I am, I have still a fist as good as yours.  We can exchange a few healthy blows—­that is Nature’s way.  And, though I do not approve of it, I never refuse satisfaction to any one who demands it.  There are some men, I know, who would die of mortification if they did not have their revenge:  and it has taken me—­yes, the man you see before you—­more than fifty years to forget an insult I once received . . . and even now, whenever I think of it, my hatred of the nobles springs up again, and I hold it as a crime to have let my heart forgive some of them.”

“I am fully satisfied, Master Patience; and in truth I now feel nothing but affection for you.”

“Ah, that comes of my scratching your back.  Youth is ever generous.  Come, Mauprat, take courage.  Follow the abbe’s advice; he is a good man.  Try to please your cousin; she is a star in the firmament.  Find out truth; love the people; hate those who hate them; be ready to sacrifice yourself for them. . . .  Yes, one word more—­listen.  I know what I am saying—­become the people’s friend.”

“Is the people, then, better than the nobility, Patience?  Come now, honestly, since you are a wise man, tell me the truth.”

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