Sealed Lips — page 213: what you’re looking at

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SHALED LIPS. 205 the frightful stare of one whose mind wanders, he said, slowly, as he clenched his hands, “How I envy those kings in the east; the same funeral pile consumes them and the wives that they have loved.” A short time after the physician came from Pau to see him. As he was going to his carriage escorted by the mother-in-law: “Madam,” said he, in a very low tone, “your son- in-law adores his wife. It is easy to see and to understand it, but he loves her too much. He must be calmer. Try to arrange it; you understand me, do you not?” “Very well, doctor, I will do the best that I can.” But she forgot this time to follow out the doctor’s prescription. With her cold, tranquil, penetrating eye, she watched the progress of this crisis as she watched her oxen as they paced the furrows in her meadow. Sometimes a heavy fear oppressed her. Godefroid, from day to day, showed more confi- dence in his “guardian angel,” as he called her. The angelic widow would have given the best feather out of her wings for an answer to the ques- tion that she dared not ask, for the sick man felt that she was on the point of asking it, and eluded it with an eagerness that augured badly. This re- ply was in a notary’s safe at Pau, from whence it would emerge in good time, but Martscha was ignorant of this fact. “ At any rate,” said she to console herself, “Kem- GOmichboo KS (E(@)