Her limbs trembled, her head ached, her heart throbbed in a sickening way.
He stirred in his sleep; a smile passed over his face.

She wondered what gave it birth.

She knew well it was not for her, that smile.

It belonged to his dream of success--when a thousand banners should flaunt in the gardens of the Tuileries.

Overcome by a sudden rush of emotion, she fell on her knees at his side, bursting into noiseless sobs, which shook her from head to foot.
Every nerve in her body responded to the shock of feeling; she was having her dark hour alone.
At last she staggered to her feet and turned to the open door.