Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 86 SOUTHWARD HO! CHAPTER II.
IT does not appear that love trespassed in this instance be-
yond the sweet but narrow boundaries of sentiment. The lov-
ers met daily, as usual, secretly as well as publicly, and their
professions of attachment were frankly made in the hearing of
the world ; but the vows thus spoken were not articulated any
longer in that formal, conventional phraseology and manner,
which, in fact, only mocked the passion which it affectedly pro-
fessed. It was soon discovered that the songs of Guillaume de
Cabestaign were no longer the frigid effusions of mere gallantry,
the common stilt style of artifice and commonplace. There was
life, and blood, and a rare enthusiasm in his lyrics. His song
was no longer a thing of air, floating, as it had done, on the
winglets of a simple fancy, but a living and a burning soul, borne
upward and forward, by the gales of an intense and earnest pas-
sion. It was seen that when the poet and his noble mistress
spoke together, the tones of their voices mutually trembled as
if with a strange and eager sympathy. When they met, it was
noted that their eyes seemed to dart at once into each other,
with the intensity of two wedded fires, which high walls would
vainly separate, and which, however sundered, show clearly
that they will overleap their bounds, and unite themselves in
one at last. Theirs was evidently no simulated passion. It
was too certainly real, as well in other eyes as their own. The
world, though ignorant of the mutual purity of their hearts, was
yet quick enough to discern what were their real sentiments.
Men saw the affections of which they soon learned, naturally
enough, to conjecture the worst only. The rage of rivals, the
jealousy of inferiors, the spite of the envious, the malice of the
wantonly scandalous, readily found cause of evil where in real-
ity offence was none. To conceive the crime, was to convey
the cruel suspicion, as a certainty, to the mind of him whom the
supposed offence most affected. Busy tongues soon assailed the
ears of the lord of Roussillon, in relation to his wife. They
whispered him to watch the lovers�to remark the eager inti-
macy of their eyes�the tremulous sweetness of their voices, and
their subdued tones whenever they met�the frequency of their
meetings � the reluctance with which they separated ; and they