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I was returning that sa walk that I had taken--for my mood was of that unenviable sort that i-chaise drawn up in the quadrangle as if ready for a journey As I mounted the steps of the chateau I ca I drew aside that she ht pass; and this she did with her chin in the air, and her petticoat drawn to her that it ht not touch ht before her with a glance that was too forbidding; besides which there was the gaze of a half-dozen groo before her--the pluo Yet I re where she had passed me, and watched her enter the coach I looked after the vehicle as it wheeled round and rattled out over the drawbridge, to raise a cloud of dust on the white, dry road beyond

In that hour I experienced a sense of desolation and a pain to which I find it difficult to give expression It seeone out of my life for all time--as if no reparation that I could ever make would suffice to win her back after what had passed between us thatAlready wounded in her pride by what Mademoiselle de Marsac had told her of our relations, arden had cos that but yesterday she had all but confessed for me That she hated me noell assured My reflections as I walked had borne it in upon me how rash, how mad had been my desperate action, and with bitterness I realized that I had destroyed the last chance of ever er and my return in er, forsooth! Even that lost what virtue it ht have contained Where was the heroism of such an act? Had I not failed, indeed? And was not, therefore, the payer becoentle ether? Why had I not told her then of the whole business fros were co back to Paris to pay er, and that when that was done, I would return to ask her to become my wife? That was the course a ers that beset him in my false position, and would have been quick to have forestalled them in the only manner possible