To this prostration succeeded a feverish excitement.

She could not, would not, look Edouard in the face.
She would implore Josephine to be silent; and she herself would fly from the chateau.

But, if Josephine would not be silent?
Why, then she would go herself to Edouard, and throw herself upon his honor, and tell him the truth.

With this, she ran wildly up the stairs, and burst into Josephine's room so suddenly, that she caught her, pale as death, on her knees, with a letter in one hand and a phial of laudanum in the other..