"What have I done?
What shall I do?
It was the 3d of May.

I see it before me in letters of fire; the 3d of May! the 3d of May!--and he writes the 15th." "No! no!" cried Camille wildly.

"It was long, long after time 3d." "It was the 3d of May," repeated Josephine in a hoarse voice that none would have known for hers.
Camille ran to her with words of comfort and hope; he did not share her fears.

He remembered about when the Moniteur came, though not the very day.

He threw his arm lovingly round her as if to protect her against these shadowy terrors.