"If I should some day give way, my friend, at all events believe that I feel, as fully as you do, how abominable such a marriage must be.

It will be the end of our race and our honour!" This cry profoundly stirred the Marquis, and he was unable to add a word.
Haughty and uncompromising Catholic and Royalist that he was, he, on his side also, expected nothing but the supreme collapse.

Yet how heartrending was the thought that this noble woman, so dearly and so purely loved, would prove one of the most mournful victims of the catastrophe! And in the shrouding gloom he found courage to kneel before her, take her hand, and kiss it.
Just as the servant was at last bringing a lighted lamp Gerard made his appearance.

The past-century charm of the old Louis XVI.

drawing-room, with its pale woodwork, again became apparent in the soft light.