All the rest is of no account." But Guillaume was no longer listening to him.

He was thinking of Salvat and the terrible engine of war he had invented, that engine which before long would shatter cities.

And a new idea was dawning and growing in his mind.

He had just freed himself of his last tie, he had created all the happiness he could create around him.

Ah! to recover his courage, to be master of himself once more, and, at any rate, derive from the sacrifice of his heart the lofty delight of being free, of being able to lay down even his life, should he some day deem it necessary!.