But now
everybody was saying good things of him, and all he wanted was the
splendour which wealth would give him. Why should he not take it at
her hands, and why should not the world begin again for both of them?
But though she would dream that it might be so, she was quite sure
that there was no such life in store for her. The nature of the man
was too well known to her. Fickle he might be;--or rather capable of
change than fickle; but he was incapable of pretending to love when
he did not love. She felt that in all the moments in which he had
been most tender with her. When she had endeavoured to explain to him
the state of her feelings at Koenigstein,--meaning to be true in what
she said, but not having been even then true throughout,--she had
acknowledged to herself that at every word he spoke she was wounded
by his coldness. Had he then professed a passion for her she would
have rebuked him, and told him that he must go from her,--but it
would have warmed the blood in all her veins, and brought back to
her a sense of youthful life.
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