Reine would certainly keep silence on the affront she had received, but would she be indulgent enough to forget or forgive the insult?
The most evident result of the affair would be that henceforth all friendly relations between them must cease.

She certainly would maintain a severe attitude toward the person who had so grossly insulted her, but would she be altogether pitiless in her anger?
All through his dismal feelings of self-reproach, a faint hope of reconciliation kept him from utter despair.

As he reviewed the details of the shameful occurrence, he remembered that the expression of her countenance had been one more of sorrow than of anger.

The tone of melancholy reproach in which she had uttered the words: "I did not expect this from you, Monsieur de Buxieres!" seemed to convey the hope that he might, one day, be forgiven.

At the same time, the poignancy of his regret showed him how much hold the young girl had taken upon his affections, and how cheerless and insipid his life would be if he were obliged to continue on unfriendly terms with the woodland queen.
He had come to this conclusion in his melancholy reflections, when he reached the outskirts of the forest.
He stood above the calm, narrow valley of Vivey; on the right, over the tall ash-trees, peeped the pointed turrets of the chateau; on the left, and a little farther behind, was visible a whitish line, contrasting with the surrounding verdure, the winding path to La Thuiliere, through the meadow-land of Planche-au-Vacher.