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I controlled myself while their eyes were yet upon me I went to the door and held it open for the of h to os that under other auspices there ht have been Marsac paused a moment on the threshold as if he would have offered , perhaps, how banal ht but increase the anger of the wound it was hed a sione, I returned to the table, and, sitting down, I buried nant grief that in all my easy, fortunate life I had ever known That she should have done this thing! That the woirl that I had wooed so ardently in my unworthiness at Lavedan, should have stooped to such an act of betrayal! To what had I not reduced her, since such things could be!

Then, out of orously anon The sudden shock of the news had robbedLater, as the pain of the blo duller, I came to reflect that what she had done was but a proof--an overwhel proof--of how deeply she had cared Such hatred as this can be but born of a great love; reaction is ever to be reat revulsion can only coreat affection Had she been indifferent to , she would not have suffered so

And so I ca that had driven her to this But she had loved ht she hated, and for all that she had acted as if she hated But even if I rong--even if she did hate me--what a fresh revulsion would not be hers when anon she learnt that--whatever htly with her love; that I was not, as she had iht fired er indifferent as to whether I lived or died I hten the Keeper of the Seals and the judges at Toulouse concerning nificent ain, and then--What then?