Then they gave birth to another thought.

Suppose he stayed; suppose he took advantage of the love of this girl?
He looked around the little room, showing so peacefully in the moonlight--the religious symbols, the purity, the cleanliness, the calm poverty.

He had known the inside of the boudoirs and the bed-chambers of women of fashion--he had seen them, at least.

In them the voluptuous, the indulgent, seemed part of the picture.

But he was not a beast, that he could fail to see what this tiny bedroom would be, if he followed his wild will.