One would have sworn that it was only by intense effort that she succeeded in restraining her tears--that they were even trembling behind her long lashes.
The truth was, that she was thinking only of discovering, upon Martial's face, some indication of his feelings.

But now that he was on guard, his features might have been marble for any sign of emotion they betrayed.
So she continued: "'I should utter an untruth if I said that I have not suffered on account of this sudden change.

But I have courage; I shall learn how to submit.

I shall, I hope, have strength to forget, for I _must_ forget! The remembrances of past felicity would render my present misery intolerable.'" Mlle.

de Courtornieu suddenly folded up the letter.
"You have heard it, Monsieur," said she.