It was not to hear them that I reentered a house every corner of which reminds me that I believed in you implicitly, and that you have betrayed me, not one day, but every day; that you betrayed me the day before yesterday, yesterday, this morning, an hour ago....

I repeat, that is sufficient." "But it is not sufficient for me!" exclaimed Boleslas.

"Yes, all you have just said is true, and I deserve to have you tell it to me.

But that which you could not read in those letters shown to you, that which I have kept for two years in the depths of my heart, and which must now be told--is that, through all these fatal impulses, I have never ceased to love you....

Ah, do not recoil from me, do not look at me thus....