And yet she no longer loved him! It was her own mother who said so.

After that could he still hope?
A prey to this deep trouble, Pierre entered Paris.

On finding himself face to face with Cayrol, the young man's first idea was, as Cayrol had guessed, to cry out, "What's going on?
Is all lost to me ?" A sort of anxious modesty kept back the words on his lips.

He would not admit that he doubted.

And, then, Cayrol would only have needed to answer that all was over, and that he could put on mourning for his love.