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But at last , after some months during which her sister Clotilde and her mother had caressed and petted her , she acknowledged her grief , confided her sorrows , cursed life , and declared that she saw death coming with delirious joy . She begged Clotilde , who was resolved to remain unmarried , to be a mother to her little Calyste , the finest child that any royal race could desire for heir presumptive . One evening , as she sat with her young sister Athenais -LRB- whose marriage to the Vicomte de Grandlieu was to take place at the end of Lent -RRB- , and with Clotilde and the duchess , Sabine gave utterance to the supreme cries of her heart 's anguish , excited by the pangs of a last humiliation . `` Athenais , '' she said , when the Vicomte Juste de Grandlieu departed at eleven o'clock , `` you are going to marry ; let my example be a warning to you . Consider it a crime to display your best qualities ; resist the pleasure of adorning yourself to please Juste . Be calm , dignified , cold ; measure the happiness you give by that which you receive . This is shameful , but it is necessary .