"But even if you did succeed in getting
rid of him, Isabelle's love for him would still be in your way, and you
ought to know, better than most men, how obstinate a woman can be in her
devoted attachment to a man."
"Oh! if I could only kill this miserable baron," continued Vallombreuse,
not at all impressed by the chevalier's last remark, "I could soon win
the favour of this virtuous young person, in spite of all her little
prudish airs and graces. Nothing is so quickly forgotten as a defunct
suitor."
These were by no means the chevalier's sentiments, but he refrained from
pursuing the subject then, wishing to soothe, rather than irritate, his
suffering friend.
"You must first get well as fast as you can," he said, "and it will be
time enough then for us to discuss the matter. All this talking wearies
you, and does you no good. Try to get a little nap now, and not excite
yourself so. The surgeon will tax me with imprudence, and call me a bad
nurse, I'm afraid, if I don't manage to keep you more quiet--mentally as
well as physically."
His patient, yielding with rather an ill grace to this sensible advice,
sank back wearily upon his pillows, closed his eyes, and soon fell
asleep--where we will leave him, enjoying his much needed repose.
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