A Parisian Romance — page 244: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE ~~ 235 The doctor laid his hand on the young man’s shoulder. : “JT brought her with me,” he said. “She is here.” “She! Here! Already! In this house!” “Yes,” said Madame de Targy. “Will you see her now? I beg you to do so.” “No! No!” exclaimed Henri, with a passionate gesture. “Not now—later. To-morrow, perhaps. I must have time to collect myself. To-morrow!” He was evidently suffering terribly. The thought that the wife he had so dearly loved, loved still, Heaven help him! was alive, alive and keneath the same roof as himself, and yet that there was be- tween thema gulf as well-nigh impassable as that of Death itself—this thought wrung his heart as in a vice. He could not see her yet—it was impossible. Nor could she ever be to him what she had been once. He might pardon, but he could not forget. That must be clearly understood. “Doctor,” he continued, steadying his voice, “see to it that she does not misunderstand the feeling that dictates my conduct toward her. She does not imagine, I suppose, that she can resume with my mother and myself the place she once occupied. Tell her that she can never be anything in my house except a stranger.” “My dear boy,” said the doctor, sadly, “when you see her, you will be convinced of the sincerity of her repentance. When you see how frail she is, Gomicbookssco in