They would have no weight with you, my noble
Isabelle! But there IS a glory that may touch you--that of having
conquered Vallombreuse--of leading him captive behind your chariot
wheels--of commanding him as your servant, and your slave. Vallombreuse,
who has never yielded before--who has been the commander, not the
commanded--and whose proud neck has never yet bowed to wear the fetters
that so many fair bands have essayed to fasten round it."
"Such a captive would be too illustrious for my chains," said Isabelle,
firmly, "and as I could never consent to accept so much honour at your
hands, my lord, I pray you to desist, and relieve me of your presence."
Hitherto the Duke of Vallombreuse had managed to keep his temper under
control; he had artfully concealed his naturally violent and domineering
spirit under a feigned mildness and humility, but, at Isabelle's
determined and continued--though modest and respectful--resistance to
his pleading, his anger was rapidly rising to boiling point. He felt
that there was love--devoted love--for another behind her persistent
rejection of his suit, and his wrath and jealousy augmented each
other. Throwing aside all restraint, he advanced towards her
impetuously--whereat she made another desperate effort to tear open the
casement.
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