The Lemonade.
Morrel was, in fact, very happy.M.Noirtier had just sent for him, and he was in such haste to know the reason of his doing so that he had not stopped to take a cab, placing infinitely more dependence on his own two legs than on the four legs of a cab-horse.He had therefore set off at a furious rate from the Rue Meslay, and was hastening with rapid strides in the direction of the Faubourg Saint-Honore.
Morrel advanced with a firm, manly tread, and poor Barrois followed him as he best might.Morrel was only thirty-one, Barrois was sixty years of age; Morrel was deeply in love, and Barrois was dying with heat and exertion.These two men, thus opposed in age and interests, resembled two parts of a triangle, presenting the extremes of separation, yet nevertheless possessing their point of union.This point of union was Noirtier, and it was he who had just sent for Morrel, with the request that the latter would lose no time in coming to him -- a command which Morrel obeyed to the letter, to the great discomfiture of Barrois.On arriving at the house, Morrel was not even out of breath, for love lends wings to our desires; but Barrois, who had long forgotten what it was to love, was sorely fatigued by the expedition he had been constrained to use.
The old servant introduced Morrel by a private entrance, closed the door of the study, and soon the rustling of a dress announced the arrival of Valentine.She looked marvellously beautiful in her deep mourning dress, and Morrel experienced such intense delight in gazing upon her that he felt as if he could almost have dispensed with the conversation of her grandfather.But the easy-chair of the old man was heard rolling along the floor, and he soon made his appearance in the room.Noirtier acknowledged by a look of extreme kindness and benevolence the thanks which Morrel lavished on him for his timely intervention on behalf of Valentine and himself -- an intervention which had saved them from despair.Morrel then cast on the invalid an interrogative look as to the new favor which he designed to bestow on him.Valentine was sitting at a little distance from them, timidly awaiting the moment when she should be obliged to speak.Noirtier fixed his eyes on her."Am I to say what you told me?" asked Valentine.Noirtier made a sign that she was to do so.
"Monsieur Morrel," said Valentine to the young man, who was regarding her with the most intense interest, "my grandfather, M.Noirtier, had a thousand things to say, which he told me three days ago; and now, he has sent for you, that I may repeat them to you.I will repeat them, then; and since he has chosen me as his interpreter, I will be faithful to the trust, and will not alter a word of his intentions.""Oh, I am listening with the greatest impatience," replied the young man; "speak, I beg of you." Valentine cast down her eyes; this was a good omen for Morrel, for he knew that nothing but happiness could have the power of thus overcoming Valentine."My grandfather intends leaving this house," said she, "and Barrois is looking out suitable apartments for him in another.""But you, Mademoiselle de Villefort, -- you, who are necessary to M.Noirtier's happiness" --"I?" interrupted Valentine; "I shall not leave my grandfather, -- that is an understood thing between us.My apartment will be close to his.Now, M.de Villefort must either give his consent to this plan or his refusal; in the first case, I shall leave directly, and in the second, Ishall wait till I am of age, which will be in about ten months.Then I shall be free, I shall have an independent fortune, and" --"And what?" demanded Morrel.
"And with my grandfather's consent I shall fulfil the promise which I have made you." Valentine pronounced these last few words in such a low tone, that nothing but Morrel's intense interest in what she was saying could have enabled him to hear them."Have I not explained your wishes, grandpapa?" said Valentine, addressing Noirtier."Yes,"looked the old man.-- "Once under my grandfather's roof, M.
Morrel can visit me in the presence of my good and worthy protector, if we still feel that the union we contemplated will be likely to insure our future comfort and happiness;in that case I shall expect M.Morrel to come and claim me at my own hands.But, alas, I have heard it said that hearts inflamed by obstacles to their desire grew cold in time of security; I trust we shall never find it so in our experience!""Oh," cried Morrel, almost tempted to throw himself on his knees before Noirtier and Valentine, and to adore them as two superior beings, "what have I ever done in my life to merit such unbounded happiness?""Until that time," continued the young girl in a calm and self-possessed tone of voice, "we will conform to circumstances, and be guided by the wishes of our friends, so long as those wishes do not tend finally to separate us;in a word, and I repeat it, because it expresses all I wish to convey, -- we will wait.""And I swear to make all the sacrifices which this word imposes, sir," said Morrel, "not only with resignation, but with cheerfulness.""Therefore," continued Valentine, looking playfully at Maximilian, "no more inconsiderate actions -- no more rash projects; for you surely would not wish to compromise one who from this day regards herself as destined, honorably and happily, to bear your name?"Morrel looked obedience to her commands.Noirtier regarded the lovers with a look of ineffable tenderness, while Barrois, who had remained in the room in the character of a man privileged to know everything that passed, smiled on the youthful couple as he wiped the perspiration from his bald forehead."How hot you look, my good Barrois," said Valentine.
