"If I only could believe you!" The advocate was wounded to the heart.

"She believes me," thought he; "and she is glad.

She detests me." He was mistaken.

The idea that a man had loved her sufficiently to ruin himself for her, without allowing even a reproach to escape him, filled this woman with joy.

She felt herself on the point of loving the man, now poor and humbled, whom she had despised when rich and proud.