Answer one word!' 'O, M.de la Feste!' I burst out.

What I said more I cannot remember, but I suppose that the misery I was in showed pretty plainly, for he said, 'Something must be done to let her know; perhaps I have mistaken her affection, too; but all depends upon what you feel.' 'I cannot tell what I feel,' said I, 'except that this seems terrible treachery; and every moment that I stay with you here makes it worse!.

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Try to keep faith with her--her young heart is tender; believe me there is no mistake in the quality of her love for you.

Would there were! This would kill her if she knew it!' He sighed heavily.