Hubertine had just taken off her hat and gloves, and he at once told her of his having found the child on the floor in a dead faint, that she was now sleeping on her bed, overcome with weakness, and almost lifeless.
"We have really been greatly mistaken.

She thinks constantly of this young man, and it is killing her by inches.

Ah! if you knew what a shock it gave me, and the remorse which has made me almost distracted, since I have realised the truth of the case, and carried her upstairs in so pitiable a state.

It is our fault.

We have separated them by falsehoods, and I am not only ashamed, but so angry with myself it makes me ill.