Notwithstanding his complete ignorance of certain social conventionalisms, Djalma had too much good sense and uprightness, not to appreciate reason, when it appeared reasonable.The words of Rodin calmed him.With that ingenuous modesty, with which natures full of strength and generosity are almost always endowed, he answered mildly:
"You are right, father.I am no longer in my own country.Here the customs are different.I will reflect upon it."
Notwithstanding his craft and suppleness, Rodin sometimes found himself perplexed by the wild and unforseen ideas of the young Indian.Thus he saw, to his great surprise, that Djalma now remained pensive for some minutes, after which he resumed in a calm but firm tone: "I have obeyed you, father: I have reflected."
"Well, my dear prince?"
"In no country in the world, under no pretext, should a man of honor conceal his friendship for another man of honor."
"But suppose there should be danger in avowing this friendship?" said Rodin, very uneasy at the turn the conversation was taking.Djalma eyed the Jesuit with contemptuous astonishment, and made no reply.
"I understand your silence, my dear prince: a brave man ought to defy danger.True; but if it should be you that the danger threatens, in case this friendship were discovered, would not your man of honor be excusable, even praiseworthy, to persist in remaining unknown?"
"I accept nothing from a friend, who thinks me capable of denying him from cowardice."
"Dear prince--listen to me."
"Adieu, father."
"Yet reflect!"
"I have said it," replied Djalma, in an abrupt and almost sovereign tone, as he walked towards the door.
"But suppose a woman were concerned," cried Rodin, driven to extremity, and hastening after the young Indian, for he really feared that Djalma might rush from the house, and thus overthrow all his projects.
At the last words of Rodin the Indian stopped abruptly."A woman!" said he, with a start, and turning red."A woman is concerned?"
"Why, yes! suppose it were a woman," resumed Rodin, "would you not then understand her reserve, and the secrecy with which she is obliged to surround the marks of affection she wishes to give you?"
"A woman! repeated Djalma, in a trembling voice, clasping his hands in adoration; and his beautiful countenance was expressive of the deepest emotion."A woman!" said he again."A Parisian?"
"Yes, my dear prince, as you force me to this indiscretion, I will confess to you that your friend is a real Parisian--a noble matron, endowed with the highest virtues--whose age alone merits all your respect."
"She is very old, then?" cried poor Djalma, whose charming dream was thus abruptly dispelled.
"She may be a few years older than I am," answered Rodin, with an ironical smile, expecting to see the young man express a sort of comical disappointment or angry regret.
But it was not so.To the passionate enthusiasm of love, which had for a moment lighted up the prince's features, there now succeeded a respectful and touching expression.He looked at Rodin with emotion, and said to him in a broken voice: "This woman, is then, a mother to me?"
It is impossible to describe with what a pious, melancholy, and tender charm the Indian uttered the word mother.
"You have it, my dear prince; this respectable lady wishes to be a mother to you.But I may not reveal to you the cause of the affection she feels for you.Only, believe me--this affection is sincere, and the cause honorable.If I do not tell you her secret, it is that, with us, the secrets of women, young or old, are equally sacred."
"That is right, and I will respect it.Without seeing her, I will love her--as I love God, without seeing Him."
"And now, my dear prince, let me tell you what are the intentions of your maternal friend.This house will remain at your disposal, as long as you like it; French servants, a carriage, and horses, will be at your orders;
the charges of your housekeeping will be paid for you.Then, as the son of a king should live royalty, I have left in the next room a casket containing five hundred Louis; every month a similar sum will be provided: if it should not be found sufficient for your little amusements, you will tell me, and it shall be augmented."
At a movement of Djalma, Rodin hastened to add: "I must tell you at once, my dear prince, that your delicacy may be quite at ease.First of all, you may accept anything from a mother; next, as in about three months you will come into possession of an immense inheritance, it will be easy for you, if you feel the obligation a burden--and the sum cannot exceed, at the most, four or five thousand Louis--to repay these advances.Spare nothing, then, but satisfy all your fancies.You are expected to appear in the great world of Paris, in a style becoming the son of a king who was called the Father of the Generous.So once again I conjure you not to be restrained by a false delicacy; if this sum should not be sufficient--"
"I will ask for more.My mother is right; the son of a monarch ought to live royally."
Such was the answer of the Indian, made with perfect simplicity, and without any appearance of astonishment at these magnificent offers.This was natural.Djalma would have done for others what they were doing for him, for the traditions of the prodigal magnificence and splendid hospitality of Indian princes are well known.Djalma had been as moved as grateful, on hearing that a woman loved him with maternal affection.
As for the luxury with which she nought to surround him, he accepted it without astonishment and without scruple.This resignation, again, somewhat disconcerted Rodin, who had prepared many excellent arguments to persuade the Indian to accept his offers.
