"What am I compared to you, and why should you even trouble yourself to know whether I exist or not ?" "Monsieur de Guiche, both you and I are human beings, and, knowing you as I do, I do not wish you to risk your life; with you I will change my conduct and character.

I will be, not frank, for I am always so, but truthful.

I implore you, therefore, to love me no more, and to forget utterly that I have ever addressed a word or a glance towards you." De Guiche turned around, bending a look full of passionate devotion upon her.

"You," he said; "_you_ excuse yourself; _you_ implore me ?" "Certainly; since I have done evil, I ought to repair the evil I have done.

And so, comte, this is what we will agree to.