Between the woman and the weak man such was the inevitable end.

Madame von Rosen instantly composed her sobs.

She thanked him with a fluttering voice, and resumed her place upon the bench, at the far end from Otto.

'Now you see,' she said, 'why I bade you keep the thief at distance, and why I came alone.

How I trembled for my treasure!' 'Madam,' said Otto, with a tearful whimper in his voice, 'spare me! You are too good, too noble!' 'I wonder to hear you,' she returned.