Since she had chosen the way, I could only be silent.
"Mademoiselle, it is a grief to me that I must refuse such a prayer, from such a woman.

But duty before chivalry.

I must see the contents of that case," said the Commissary of Police.
She caught his hand and rained tears upon it.

"No--no!" she implored.
"If I were rich, I would offer you thousands to spare me.

I've been extravagant--I haven't saved, but all I have in the world is yours if--." "There can be no such 'if,' Mademoiselle," the man broke in.