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CHAPTER XXIX.
A MAN WHO KNEW HOW TO BEAR HIS FATE.
When Amelia entered, the sorrow-stricken chamberlain, who,
in spite of his stupidity and other ridiculous qualities, loved
Amelia with his whole heart–as far, at least, as his nature allowed
him to entertain such feelings–stood in the corner of the room
perfectly crushed in spirits. He felt as though all his confidence
and courage had left him; it was plain to him that he was far
from playing that proud part that he would have done if the
lieutenant had been present to conduct his steps. Mr. de
Goesse missed his friend so much at this important time, that
his mental exertions almost overweighed the powerful uneasiness
which his friend would have advised him to conceal during the
violent stroke that was about to fall upon him. As soon as he
saw Amelia he forgot everything–the lieutenant, his advice, and
even the large store of select phrases that he had scraped
together. In his anxiety, he became natural, and, therefore, far
less stupid; for he took no pains to play the fop.
“Amelia! Amelia!” he exclaimed, “is it really true that you
do not wish to have me? You do not know how much grief it
will cause me! I love you more than anything else! My
estates, my horses, and all my hounds are as nought to me
henceforth! On the whole earth, I yearn for nothing else but you!
Why do you reject me?”
“Dear Mr. de Goesse,” replied Amelia, frankly, for she was
moved by the intense grief which was manifested in his whole
bearing, as well as in his silly but true words, “that depends not
upon my own will; neither is it a whim that obliges me to
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