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He felt my touch, and recoiled from it: he looked at me half askance, from under knitted brows and between blinking lids, as if<br />
he thought me a spirit. "Paradise of God," says he then, "who is this?" His glance lighted upon the cupboard doors set open; he<br />
frowned and said, with difference: "And who are you that speak of angels?"<br />
"Sir," I replied, and my convictions were never more firmly in my words, "my name is Wretch, and I am unworthy to live. I am<br />
that vile thing once called Francis Strelley, now brought to confusion and conscious of his horrible offence. Sir! Sir!" I said<br />
wildly, "Donna Aurelia is the handmaid of high Heaven.—While I, while I—O God!" emotion poured its hot flood over me. I<br />
fell to my knees.<br />
In the painful silence which ensued, and no doubt seemed longer than it actually was, I suppose that he collected some half of<br />
the truth, and in the manner of him who sees but half, distorted it to be greater than the whole. His manner towards me altered<br />
very materially; he resumed his authority.<br />
"Get up," he said, croaking like a raven; and at first I thought that I dared not, and immediately after knew that I dared. I sprang<br />
to my feet, and faced him, livid as he was. "Doctor Lanfranchi," said I, "I have overheard you-by accident—as you praised her.<br />
I have heard you call her good. Ah, and in agreeing with you I can testify that you spoke more truth than you dreamed of. No<br />
saint in Heaven is so good as she, but it has been required of me that I should grope in Hell before I could see Heaven in her<br />
soul."<br />
He held himself from me by doing violence to his own person—caught at his cravat and gripped it with both hands.<br />
"What are you saying? Say that again. Of what do you accuse yourself?"<br />
"Of sin," I said. He looked at the cupboard, then with chilly rage at me.<br />
"What were you doing in there?" he asked; and that was a terrible question, since there I never ought to have been.<br />
I asked him would he hear me? He nodded his head and sat grimly down by the table, at which of late he had so happily<br />
reclined. He covered his mouth and nose with his hand, but kept his piercing eyes upon me. Disconcerting! but even so, had he<br />
listened in silence I might have made him see the truth.<br />
"Sir," I began, "it is true that I love, and have always loved, your wife; and it is true that I have been wicked enough to declare<br />
my passion. But it is also true that by her, and by her alone, I have been convinced of my presumption." Here he held up his<br />
hand.<br />
"Stop there. You say you have been convinced. How were you convinced? Where were you convinced? Let me understand<br />
you. Was it in there?" He jerked his hand towards the fatal cupboard.<br />
"Yes," I replied, "it was in there. I was forced to overhear your conversation with Donna Aurelia, which proved to me that I am<br />
less than nothing to her, and that you are all the world."<br />
He snorted, scoffing at the thought. "We shall see soon enough," he said bitterly, "who and what I am."<br />
I continued: "If you think that I have injured YOU—I say nothing of my lady or of myself—you are horribly deceived. On the<br />
contrary, I have done you a service. You have the proof to your hand that you are the husband of a pattern among ladies."<br />
Here, once more, he looked at the cupboard, and "Ma!" he said, and shrugged. After this, so long as I could speak to him, he<br />
tapped his foot.<br />
"Punish me," I advised him; "use me as you will; kill me—I shall not defend myself. I have never yet refused to take the<br />
consequences of my acts. But over my dead body, if you are a true man, you will give thanks to God for the gift of such a wife<br />
as you have."<br />
I was indignant, honestly, and, as I think, rightly so; but again he misunderstood me.<br />
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