If I have come back here, it was doubtless through weakness, but also on account of my affection for you all.

And what mattered my presence here?
Marie ran no risk.

She does not love me." "She does love you!" Guillaume answered.

"I questioned her yesterday, and she had to confess that she loved you." At this Pierre, utterly distracted, caught Guillaume by the shoulders and gazed into his eyes.

"Oh! brother, brother! what is this you say?
Why say a thing which would mean terrible misfortune for us all?
Even if it were true, my grief would far exceed my joy, for I will not have you suffer.
Marie belongs to you.