It was a Saturday, and I was convinced that I should be cured on a Saturday.

I did not want to speak--and oh! prevent me, for my heart is too full, and I might say more than I ought to do." With fraternal hands he had quickly taken hold of her head, and he was endeavouring to stifle the cry of her rebellion.

"Be quiet, Marie, I entreat you! It would never do for anyone to hear you--you so pious! Do you want to scandalise every soul ?" But in spite of her efforts she was unable to keep silence.

"I should stifle, I must speak out," she said.

"I no longer love her, no longer believe in her.