But from the moment that you no longer love me, woe to him whom I find in my path! Woe to Madame Maitland and to those she loves!" "This time at least you are sincere," replied Maud, with renewed bitterness.

"Do you think I have not suffered sufficient humiliation?
Would you like me to supplicate you not to fight for that creature?
And do you not feel the supreme outrage which that encounter is to me?
Moreover," she continued with tragical solemnity, "I did not summon you to have with you a conversation as sad as it is useless, but to tell you my resolution....

I hope that you will not oblige me to resort for its execution to the means which the law puts in my power ?" "I don't deserve to be spoken to thus," said Boleslas, haughtily.
"I will remain here to-night," resumed Maud, without heeding that reply, "for the last time.

To-morrow evening I shall leave for England." "You are free," said he, with a bow.
"And I shall take my son with me," she added.
"Our son!" he replied, with the composure of a man overcome by an access of tenderness and who controls himself.

"That?
No.