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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Secrets of the Princesse de Cadignan by Honore de Balzac: occasion. His poetic imagination made him see, as it were, clouds
slowly dispersing and disclosing to him the sanctuary where the
wounded lamb was kneeling at the divine feet.
"Well?" he said, in a soft, still voice.
Diane looked at the tender petitioner; then she lowered her eyes
slowly, dropping their lids with a movement of noble modesty. None but
a monster would have been capable of imagining hypocrisy in the
graceful undulation of the neck with which the princess again lifted
her charming head, to look once more into the eager eyes of that great
man.
"Can I? ought I?" she murmured, with a gesture of hesitation, gazing
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