I will uncomplainingly endure the punishment for my horrible fault--I will submit to the insults and disgrace that await me!" "Insults, to you! Ah! woe to who dares! But will you not now be my wife in the sight of men, as you are in the sight of God?
The failure of your father's scheme sets you free!" "No, no, Maurice, I am not free! Ah! it is you who are pitiless! I see only too well that you curse me, that you curse the day when we met for the first time! Confess it! Say it!" Marie-Anne lifted her streaming eyes to his.
"Ah! I should lie if I said that.

My cowardly heart has not that much courage! I suffer--I am disgraced and humiliated, but----" He could not finish; he drew her to him, and their lips and their tears met in one long kiss.
"You love me," exclaimed Maurice, "you love me in spite of all! We shall succeed.

I will save your father, and mine--I will save your brother!" The horses were neighing and stamping in the courtyard.

The abbe cried: "Come, let us start." Mme.

d'Escorval entered with a letter, which she handed to Maurice.
She clasped in a long and convulsive embrace the son whom she feared she should never see again; then, summoning all her courage, she pushed him away, uttering only the single word: "Go!" He departed; and when the sound of the carriage-wheels had died away in the distance, Mme.