She brought him to Gaston, locked up, and said with a teasing look, "I have conquered him: he is mine!" Gaston looked her in her eyes.

"He is yours." "And you ?" "He is mine." His look burned into her soul-how deep, how joyful! She turned away, her face going suddenly pale.

She kept the horse for some time, but at last gave him up again to Jacques.

Gaston stepped from the doorway into the garden and met her.

It was now dusk.