A profound sadness came over the young woman, and tears rushed to her eyes.
"What is the matter with you?
You are crying!" exclaimed Cayrol, anxiously.
"It is nothing; my nerves are shaken.

I am thinking of this chateau which bears my name.

Here I spent my youth, and here my father died.

A thousand ties bind me to this dwelling, and I cannot leave it without being overcome." "Another home awaits you, luxuriantly adorned," murmured Cayrol, "and worthy of receiving you.

It is there you will live henceforth with me, happy through me, and belonging to me." Then, ardently supplicating her, he added: "Let us go, Jeanne!" He tried to take her in his arms, but the young wife disengaged herself.
"Leave me alone!" she said, moving away.
Cayrol looked at her in amazement.
"What is it?
You are trembling and frightened!" He tried to jest: "Am I so very terrible, then?
Or is it the idea of leaving here that troubles you so much?
If so, why did you not tell me sooner?
I can understand things.