Out with the truth, sir! You know as well as I do that you have gone too far to stop." I seized him by the hand.

I was wrought up by the extraordinary outburst that had escaped him to the highest pitch of excitement: I was hardly conscious of what I said or did.

At that supreme moment, we enraged, we maddened each other.

His hand closed convulsively on my hand.

His eyes looked wildly into mine.
"Do you read the newspapers ?" he asked.
"Yes." "Have you seen---- ?" "I have _not_ seen the name of 'Dubourg'-- --" "'My name is not 'Dubourg.'" "What is it ?" He suddenly stooped over me; and whispered his name in my ear.
In my turn I started, thunderstruck, to my feet.
"Good God!" I cried.