"Speak out at once.

If we could only cure her!" "Oh! the treatment is simple," resumed Michaud with a laugh.

"Your niece finds life irksome because she had been alone for nearly two years.

She wants a husband; you can see that in her eyes." The brutal frankness of the former commissary, gave Madame Raquin a painful shock.

She fancied that the wound Therese had received through the fatal accident at Saint-Ouen, was still as fresh, still as cruel at the bottom of her heart.