And you--you, Valerie--ah! I do not deceive myself--you also--" "Love!" interrupted Valerie, deeply blushing, but in a calm voice.
"Ernest Maltravers, I do not deny it; honestly and frankly I confess the fault.

I have examined my heart during the whole of the last sleepless night, and I confess that I love you.

Now, then, understand me--we meet no more." "What!" said Maltravers, falling involuntarily at her feet, and seeking to detain her hand, which he seized.

"What! now, when you have given life a new charm, will you as suddenly blast it?
No, Valerie; no, I will not listen to you." Madame de Ventadour rose and said, with a cold dignity: "Hear me calmly, or I quit the room; and all I would now say rests for ever unspoken." Maltravers rose also, folded his arms haughtily, bit his lips, and stood erect, and confronting Valerie rather in the attitude of an accuser than a suppliant.
"Madame," said he, gravely, "I will offend no more; I will trust to your manner, since I may not believe your words." "You are cruel," said Valerie, smiling mournfully; "but so are all men.

Now let me make myself understood.