We can make love in peace." He spoke in a hesitating, spiritless manner, and the young woman, huddled up on her low chair, continued gazing dreamily at the flame without listening.

Laurent went on: "Remember how I used to dream of staying a whole night with you?
I dreamed of waking up in the morning to your kisses, now it can come true." Therese all at once started as though surprised to hear a voice stammering in her ears.

Turning towards Laurent, on whose countenance the fire, at this moment, cast a broad reddish reflection, she gazed at his sanguinary face, and shuddered.
The young man, more troubled and anxious, resumed: "We have succeeded, Therese; we have broken through all obstacles, and we belong to one another.

The future is ours, is it not?
A future of tranquil happiness, of satisfied love.

Camille is no longer here----" Laurent ceased speaking.