When the faithful creature tried to remonstrate, Ursula waved her hand and answered in one harsh word, "Hush!" said despotically, in strange contrast to her usual gentle manner.

La Bougival, watching her mistress through the glass door, saw her alternately red with a consuming fever, and blue as if a shudder of cold had succeeded that unnatural heat.

This condition grew worse and worse up to four o'clock; then she rose to see if Savinien were coming, but he did not come.

Jealousy and distrust tear all reserves from love.
Ursula, who till then had never made one gesture by which her love could be guessed, now took her hat and shawl and rushed into the passage as if to go and meet him.

But an afterthought of modesty sent her back to her little salon, where she stayed and wept.