s which harmonize with this poor little salon where we
have suffered so much."
"And where we shall still suffer, my poor Athanase, until your works
succeed. For myself, I am trained to poverty; but you, my treasure! to
see your youth go by without a joy! nothing but toil for my poor boy
in life! That thought is like an illness to a mother; it tortures me
at night; it wakes me in the morning. O God! what have I done? for what
crime dost thou punish me thus?"
She left her sofa, took a little chair, and sat close to Athanase, so as
to lay her head on the bosom of her child. There is always the grace of
love in true motherhood. Athanase kissed her on the eyes, on her
gray hair, on her forehead, with the sacred desire of laying his soul
wherever he applied his lips.
"I shall never succeed," he said, trying to deceive his mother as to the
fatal resolution he was revolving in his mind.
"Pooh! don't get discouraged. As you often say, thought can do all
things. With ten bottles of ink, ten reams of paper, and his powerful
will, Luther upset all Europe. Well, you'll make yourself famous; you
will do good things by the same means which he used to do evil things.
Haven't you said so yourself? For my part, I listen to you; I understand
you a great deal more than you think I do,--for I still bear you in my
bosom, and your every thought still stirs me as your slightest motion
did in other days."
"I shall never succeed here, mamma; and I don't want you to witness the
sight of my struggles, my misery, my anguish. Oh, mother, let me leave
Alencon! I want to suffer away from you."
"And I wish to be at your side," replied his mother, proudly. "Suffer
without your mother!--that poor mother who would be your servant if
necessary; who will efface herself rather than injure you; your mother,
who will never shame you. No, no, Athanase; we must not part."
Athanase clung to his mother with the ardor of a dying man who clings to
life.
"But I wish it, nevertheless. If not, you will lose me; this double
grief, yours and mine, is killing me. You would rather I lived than
died?"
Madame Granson looked at her son with a haggard eye.
"So this is what you have been brooding?" she said. "They told me right.
Do you really mean to go?"
"Yes."
"You will not go without telling me; without warning me? You must have
an outfit and money. I have some louis sewn into my petticoat; I shall
give them to you."
Athanase wept.
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