Camille (La Dame aux Camilias)

I wept silently, my friend, at all these reflections which I had so

often made, and which, in the mouth of your father, took a yet more

serious reality. I said to myself all that your father dared not say to

me, though it had come to his lips twenty times: that I was, after all,

only a kept woman, and that whatever excuse I gave for our liaison, it

would always look like calculation on my part; that my past life left

me no right to dream of such a future, and that I was accepting

responsibilities for which my habits and reputation were far from giving

any guarantee. In short, I loved you, Armand.

The paternal way in which M. Duval had spoken to me; the pure memories

that he awakened in me; the respect of this old man, which I would gain;

yours, which I was sure of gaining later on: all that called up in my

heart thoughts which raised me in my own eyes with a sort of holy pride,

unknown till then. When I thought that one day this old man, who was now

imploring me for the future of his son, would bid his daughter mingle my

name with her prayers, as the name of a mysterious friend, I seemed to

become transformed, and I felt a pride in myself.

The exaltation of the moment perhaps exaggerated the truth of these

impressions, but that was what I felt, friend, and these new feelings

silenced the memory of the happy days I had spent with you.

"Tell me, sir," I said to your father, wiping away my tears, "do you

believe that I love your son?"

"Yes," said M. Duval.

"With a disinterested love?"

"Yes.

"Do you believe that I had made this love the hope, the dream, the

forgiveness--of my life?"

"Implicitly."

"Well, sir, embrace me once, as you would embrace your daughter, and I

swear to you that that kiss, the only chaste kiss I have ever had, will

make me strong against my love, and that within a week your son will be

once more at your side, perhaps unhappy for a time, but cured forever."

"You are a noble child," replied your father, kissing me on the

forehead, "and you are making an attempt for which God will reward you;

but I greatly fear that you will have no influence upon my son."

"Oh, be at rest, sir; he will hate me."

I had to set up between us, as much for me as for you, an insurmountable

barrier.