The day had arrived unexpectedly.

And the answers she had prepared had fled.

The truth appeared harsh and cold.

She understood that the change in her was treachery, of which Pierre was the innocent victim; and feeling herself to blame, she waited tremblingly the explosion of this loyal heart so cruelly wounded.

She stammered, in tremulous accents: "Pierre, my friend, my brother." "Your brother!" cried the young man, bitterly.