In the course of a minute or two, Lucan saw a tear fall down her long eyelashes and roll over her cheek.
"Mon Dieu! my child," he said, "I have wounded your feelings! Allow me to tender you my sincere apologies." "Keep your apologies to yourself!" she said, in a hoarse voice, opening her eyes wide at the same time.

"I have no need of your apologies any more than of your lessons! Your lessons! What have I done to deserve such a humiliation?
I cannot understand.

What is there more innocent than my words, and what do you expect me to tell you?
Is it my fault if I am here alone with you! if I am compelled to speak to you ?--if I know not what to say?
Why am I exposed to such things?
Why ask me more than I can do?
It is presuming too much on my strength! It is enough--it is a thousand times too much already--to be compelled to act such a comedy as I am compelled to act every day.

God knows I am tired of it!" Lucan found it difficult to overcome the painful surprise that had seized him.
"Julia," he said at last, "you were kind enough to tell me that we were friends; I believed you.

Is it not true, then ?" "No!" After launching that word with somber energy, she wrapped up her head and face in her hood and vail, and remained during the rest of the way plunged into a silence which Monsieur de Lucan did not attempt to disturb..