Ten Years Later: Louise de la Valliere by Alexandre Dumas Chapter 55 Page 26

you think me to blame? — Who was it who wished to have her portrait?

Was it I? — Who is in love with her? Is it I? — Who wishes to gain her affection? Again, is it I? — Who took her likeness? I, do you think? No! a thousand times no! I know M. de Bragelonne must be in a state of despair; I know these misfortunes are most cruel. But I, too, am suffering as well; and yet there is no possibility of offering any resistance. Suppose we were to fight? we would be laughed at. If he obstinately persist in his course, he is lost. You will tell me, I know, that despair is ridiculous, but then you are a sensible man. You have understood me. I perceived by your serious, thoughtful, embarrassed air, even, that the importance of the situation we are placed in has not escaped you.