But what?
Will you let her suffer so, without saying anything to save her ?" Still Hubertine was as silent as Angelique, and, pale from anxiety, looked at him calmly and soothingly.

But he, always an excitable man, was now so overcome by what he had just seen that, forgetting his usual submission, he was almost beside himself, could not keep still, but threw his hands up and down in his feverish agitation.
"Very well, then! I will speak, and I will tell her that Felicien loves her, and that it is we who have had the cruelty to prevent him from returning, in deceiving him also.

Now, every tear she sheds cuts me to the heart.

Were she to die, I should consider myself as having been her murderer.

I wish her to be happy.