I have done no less than I could do, no more than any other would have done." "Yet more than Florimond has done--and he my betrothed.

A touch of fever was excuse enough to keep him at La Rochette, whilst the peril of death did not suffice to deter you from coming hither." "You forget, mademoiselle, that, maybe, he does not know your circumstances." "Maybe he does not," said she, with a half-sigh.

Then she looked up into his face again.

"I am sad at the thought of going, monsieur," she surprised him by saying.
"Sad ?" he cried.

Then he laughed.