Withhischinuponhiskneesandhisheadburiedinhishands,Stephanewascrouchingatthefeetoftheholyimages.HearingandperceivingGilbert,hestarted,raisedhimselfquicklyandremainedmotionless,hishandscrossedabovehishead,hisneckextended,hislipsquiveringandopeningwithasmile,lightningsandtearsinhiseyes.Howpaintthestrangenessofhiscountenance?Athousanddiverseemotionsbetrayedthemselvesthere.Surprise,gratitude,shame,anxiety,longexpectationatlastsatisfied;aremnantofhaughtinesswhichfeltitsdefeatcertain;anobstinateincredulityforcedtosurrender;thedisorderofanimagination,enchanted,rapt,distracted,thedelightsofhopeandthebitternessofmemory;alltheseappeareduponhisface,andformedamelangesoconfusedthattoseehimthuslaughingandcryingatonce,itseemedasifitwashisjoywhichweptandhissadnesswhichsmiled.Hisfirstagitationdispelled,thepredominatingexpressionofhisfacewasadreamyandstartledsweetness.HemovedbackwardsfromGilbertandfelluponachairattheendoftheroom.
DoIintrude?MustIgoaway?askedGilbert,stillstanding.
Stephanemadenoanswer.
Evidentlymyfacedoesnotpleaseyou,continuedGilbert,halfturningtowardsthewindow.
Stephanecontractedhisbrows.
Donottrifle,Ibegofyou,saidhe,inahollowvoice.Wehaveseriousmattersbetweenustodiscuss.TheseriousnesswhichIpreferisthatofjoy.Stephanepassedhisthinandtaperhandsnervouslythroughhishair.
Joy?saidhe.Itwillcome,perhaps,initstime,throughspeakingtomeaboutit,whoknows?NowIseemtobedreaming.
Thedisorderofmythoughtsfrightensme.Askmenoquestions,forIshouldnotknowhowtoansweryou.Andthenthesoundofmyvoicemortifiesme,irritatesme.Itislikeadiscordinmusic.
Letmebesilentandlookatyou.
Andapproachingalongtablewhichstoodinthemiddleoftheroom,hesignalledtoGilberttoplacehimselfatonesideofitandseatedhimselfattheother.
Afteralongsilence,hebegantoexpresshisthoughtsaudibly,asifhehadbecomereconciledtothesoundofhisvoice:
Thisbold,resoluteair,somuchprideinthelook,somuchgoodnessinthesmile.Itisanotherman.Ah!intowhatcontempthaveIfallen.Ihaveseennothing,divinednothing.Idespisedhim,Ihatedhim,--thisonewhomGodhassenttosavemefromdespair.Seewhatwasconcealedunderthissimpleunaffectedair;thissereneface,whosecalmnessirritatedme;thisgentlenesswhichseemedservile;thiswisdomwhichIthoughtpedantry;thispliancyofdispositionwhichItookforthemeannessofacrouchingdog.AllthisIcanitreallybethesameman!Hewassilentforamomentandthencontinuedinamoreassuredvoice:
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