"Sit down again." She obeyed him--but he had not quite composed her yet.

Her eyes sparkled; she went on talking.

"Ah, you're a hard man! a miserable man! a man that will end badly! You never loved anybody.

You don't know what love is." "What is it ?" That icy question cooled her in an instant: her head sank on her bosom: she suddenly became indifferent to persons and things about her.

"When will Teresa come ?" she whispered to herself.