When he was gone, and Madam de Cleves being alone, considered what she

had done, she was so frightened at the thought of it, she could hardly

believe it to be true. She found she had deprived herself of the heart

and esteem of her husband, and was involved in a labyrinth she should

never get out of; she asked herself why she had ventured on so

dangerous a step, and perceived she was engaged in it almost without

having designed it; the singularity of such a confession, for which she

saw no precedent, made her fully sensible of her danger.

But on the other hand, when she came to think that this remedy, however

violent it was, was the only effectual one she could make use of

against Monsieur de Nemours, she found she had no cause to repent, or

to believe she had ventured too far; she passed the whole night full of

doubts, anxiety and fear; but at last her spirits grew calm again; she

even felt a pleasure arise in her mind, from a sense of having given

such a proof of fidelity to a husband who deserved it so well, who had

so great a friendship and esteem for her, and had so lately manifested

it by the manner in which he received the confession she had made him.

In the meantime Monsieur de Nemours was gone away from the place, in

which he had overheard a conversation which so sensibly affected him,

and was got deep into the forest; what Madam de Cleves said of her

picture had revived him, since it was certain from thence that he was

the person she had an inclination for; at first he gave a leap of joy,

but his raptures were at an end as soon as he began to reflect, that

the same thing that convinced him he had touched the heart of Madam de

Cleves, ought to convince him also that he should never receive any

marks of it, and that it would be impossible to engage a lady who had

recourse to so extraordinary a remedy; and yet he could not but be

sensibly pleased to have reduced her to that extremity; he thought it

glorious for him to have gained the affections of a woman so different

from the rest of her sex; in a word, he thought himself very happy and

very unhappy at the same time. He was benighted in the forest, and was

very much put to it to find his way again to his sister's the Duchess

of Mercoeur; he arrived there at break of day, and was extremely at a

loss what account to give of his absence, but he made out the matter as

well as he could, and returned that very day to Paris with the Viscount.




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