So I was, unhappily--but not through my own
fault. The actor Miraudin,--known to be one of the most coarse-
minded and brutal of men,--slandered me in public,--the Marquis
defended me. Hence the combat and its fatal end, which no one has
deplored more bitterly than I. Miraudin was never a gentleman,--
Fontenelle could have been one had he chosen. And I confess I cared
very much for him at one time!"
"You loved him," said Aubrey, trying to master a pang of jealousy.
"Yes! I loved him!--till he proved himself unworthy of love."
There was a silence.
"I tell you all this," said Sylvie then slowly and emphatically,
"that you may know me at once as I am. I wish to hide nothing from
you. I have read all your books--I know your views of life--your
hatred of dissimulation--your contempt of a lie! In your love for
me, you must have complete knowledge of my nature, and confidence in
my truth. I would never give my life to any man unless he trusted me
absolutely,--unless I was sure he felt I was a real helpmate for
him. I love you--but I also love your work and your aims; and I go
with all your thoughts and wish to share all your responsibilities.
But I must feel that you will never misjudge me,--never set me down
on the level of mean and small-natured women, who cannot sacrifice
themselves or their personal vanities for another's sake.
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