We were betrothed; you only had to guard me." "Could not your heart guard itself ?" "Without help, without the support of your presence and affection ?" "Without other help or support than I had myself: Hope and Remembrance." Micheline turned pale.

Each word spoken by Pierre made her feel the unworthiness of her conduct more completely.

She endeavored to find a new excuse: "Pierre, you know I was only a child." "No," said the young man, with choked voice, "I see that you were already a woman; a being weak, inconstant, and cruel; who cares not for the love she inspires, and sacrifices all to the love she feels." So long as Pierre had only complained, Micheline felt overwhelmed and without strength; but the young man began to accuse.

In a moment the young girl regained her presence of mind and revolted.
"Those are hard words!" she exclaimed.
"Are they not deserved ?" cried Pierre, no longer restraining himself.
"You saw me arrive trembling, with eyes full of tears, and not only had you not an affectionate word to greet me with, but you almost accuse me of indifference.

You reproach me with having gone away.