I still blinded myself, and pretended that I only wanted to ask her pardon, so as to remove, before I left Paris, the unpleasant impression I had made at our first meeting.

But now, Sylvestre, all these false reasons have disappeared, and the true one is clear.

I love her!" "Not a doubt of it, my friend, not a doubt of it.

I have been through it myself." He was silent, and his eyes wandered away to the faroff woods, perhaps back to those distant memories of his.

A shadow rested on his strong face, but only for an instant.