On seeing him, she uttered a cry of terror.

She took him for a spectre, so much was he changed in appearance.
As she dreaded dismal faces, she ever after shut her door to him.
Claire was ill for a week after seeing him.

"How he loved me," thought she! "It has almost killed him! Can Albert love me as much ?" She did not dare to answer herself.

She felt a desire to console him, to speak to him, attempt something; but he came no more.
M.Daburon was not, however, a man to give way without a struggle.

He tried, as his father advised him, to distract his thoughts.