"At all events," commented Sebastian, who knew Mathilde's mind, and
met her coldness with indifference, "you will do it with your eyes
open, and not leap in the dark, as Desiree did. I was to blame
there; a man is always to blame if he is deceived. With you . . .
Bah! you know what the man is. But you do not know, unless he tells
you in that letter, that he is even a traitor in his treachery. He
has accepted the amnesty offered by the Czar; he has abandoned
Napoleon's cause; he has petitioned the Czar to allow him to retire
to Cracow, and there live on his estates."
"He has no doubt good reasons for his action," said Mathilde.
"Two carriages full," muttered Barlasch, who had withdrawn to the
dark corner near the kitchen door. But no one heeded him.
"You must make your choice," said Sebastian, with the coldness of a
judge. "You are of age. Choose."
"I have already chosen," answered Mathilde. "The Grafin leaves to-
morrow. I will go with her."
She had, at all events, the courage of her own opinions--a courage
not rare in women, however valueless may be the judgment upon which
it is based. And in fairness it must be admitted that women usually
have the courage not only of the opinion, but of the consequence,
and meet it with a better grace than men can summon in misfortune.
Sebastian dined alone and hastily. Mathilde was locked in her room,
and refused to open the door. Desiree cooked her father's dinner
while Barlasch made ready to depart on some vague errand in the
town.
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