"I must not! And you--I had forgotten that too! To be here, Monsieur, is the worst office you can do me.

You must go! Go, Monsieur, in mercy I beg of you, while it is possible.

Every moment you are here, every moment you spend in this house, I shudder." "You need not fear for me," he said, in a tone of bravado.

He did not understand.
"I fear for myself!" she answered.

And then, wringing her hands, divided between her love for him and her fear for herself, "Oh, forgive me!" she said.