The
cold, callous disposition would escape much misery, which will weigh
down to the grave the loving and the generous."
On the next morning, Madame de Lescure spoke to her sister-in-law on the
same subject. She could not bring herself to look on things around her
quite so darkly as her husband did. She could not think that there was
no longer any hope in their once happy country for the young and the
generous, the beautiful and the brave; of herself and her own lot, her
thoughts were sombre enough. De Lescure had imbued her with that
presentiment, which he himself felt so strongly, that he should perish
in the conflict in which he was about to engage; but all would not
surely be doomed to share her cup of sorrow. She loved Marie dearly, and
she loved Henri, not only from what her husband so often said of him,
but from what she knew of him herself; and she longed in her woman's
heart that they should be happy together.
It was still March, but it was on a bright warm spring morning, that
Madame de Lescure was walking with her sister-in-law in the gardens at
Clisson.
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