“Ah!” thought he, “I was sure that here my expectations would be realized. Now I shall certainly find what I seek.”
He turned over the leaves of the dictionary, and found,—
“Duty.—Subst. That which conscience, reason, law, or custom demands that one should do.”
Eusebe dropped the book, with an expression of bitter disappointment.
“Now,” thought he, “I am more perplexed than ever; since the things which law and custom oblige one to do are directly contrary to those dictated by conscience and reason.”
Eusebe was absorbed in reflection, when a young lady, with a sparkling eye, appeared at the door of the study. It was Madame de la Varade.
“My husband,” said she, “told me that he would not return until late in the day. I regret that you have been kept waiting uselessly.”
“And I, madame, regret having disturbed you.”
“Will you oblige me with your name?”
“Eusebe Martin.”