In a second Camors was at her side.
The night was beautifully clear.

Before them stretched the sombre shadow of the wood, while nearer trembling rays of moonlight slept upon the lawn.
How still all was! Their trembling hands met and for a moment did not separate.
"Juliette!" whispered the young man, in a low, broken voice.

She shuddered, repelled the arm that Camors passed round her, and hastily reentered the room.
"Leave me, I pray you!" she cried, with an impetuous gesture of her hand, as she sank upon the sofa, and buried her face in her hands.
Of course Camors did not obey.

He seated himself by her.
In a little while Juliette awoke from her trance; but she awoke a lost woman! How bitter was that awakening! She measured at a first glance the depth of the awful abyss into which she had suddenly plunged.

Her husband, her mother, her infant, whirled like spectres in the mad chaos of her brain.
Sensible of the anguish of an irreparable wrong, she rose, passed her hand vacantly across her brow, and muttering, "Oh, God! oh, God!" peered vainly into the dark for light--hope--refuge! There was none! Her tortured soul cast herself utterly on that of her lover.