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She
seated
herself
without
removing
her
hat
,
and
waited
.
He
cast
down
his
eyes
;
he
was
preparing
to
commence
.
Finally
he
said
slowly
:
"
My
dear
friend
,
you
see
that
I
am
very
much
perplexed
,
very
sad
,
and
very
much
embarrassed
by
what
I
have
to
confess
to
you
.
I
love
you
;
I
love
you
with
all
my
heart
,
and
the
fear
of
giving
you
pain
grieves
me
more
than
what
I
have
to
tell
you
.
"
She
turned
pale
,
trembled
,
and
asked
:
"
What
is
it
?
Tell
me
quickly
.
"
He
said
sadly
but
resolutely
:
"
I
am
going
to
be
married
.
"
She
sighed
like
one
about
to
lose
consciousness
;
then
she
gasped
,
but
did
not
speak
.
He
continued
:
"
You
can
not
imagine
how
much
I
suffered
before
taking
that
resolution
.
But
I
have
neither
position
nor
money
.
I
am
alone
in
Paris
,
I
must
have
near
me
some
one
who
can
counsel
,
comfort
,
and
support
me
.
What
I
need
is
an
associate
,
an
ally
,
and
I
have
found
one
!
"
He
paused
,
hoping
that
she
would
reply
,
expecting
an
outburst
of
furious
rage
,
reproaches
,
and
insults
.
She
pressed
her
hand
to
her
heart
and
breathed
with
difficulty
.
He
took
the
hand
resting
on
the
arm
of
the
chair
,
but
she
drew
it
away
and
murmured
as
if
stupefied
:
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
He
fell
upon
his
knees
before
her
,
without
,
however
,
venturing
to
touch
her
,
more
moved
by
her
silence
than
he
would
have
been
by
her
anger
.
"
Clo
,
my
little
Clo
,
you
understand
my
position
.
Oh
,
if
I
could
have
married
you
,
what
happiness
it
would
have
afforded
me
!
But
you
were
married
!
What
could
I
do
?
Just
think
of
it
!
I
must
make
my
way
in
the
world
and
I
can
never
do
so
as
long
as
I
have
no
domestic
ties
.
If
you
knew
.
There
are
days
when
I
should
like
to
kill
your
husband
.
"
He
spoke
in
a
low
,
seductive
voice
.
He
saw
two
tears
gather
in
Mme.
de
Marelle
's
eyes
and
trickle
slowly
down
her
cheeks
.
He
whispered
:
"
Do
not
weep
,
Clo
,
do
not
weep
,
I
beseech
you
.
You
break
my
heart
.
"
She
made
an
effort
to
appear
dignified
and
haughty
,
and
asked
,
though
somewhat
unsteadily
:
"
Who
is
it
?
"
For
a
moment
he
hesitated
before
he
replied
:
"
Madeleine
Forestier
!
"
