The Comtesse de Lineuil is not bound to be governed by the scruples of Isabelle, the actress.

I have had only one fear--that your pride might keep you from ever seeking me again as I am now.

But, even if you had given me up, you would never have loved another woman, would you, de Sigognac?
You would have been faithful to me always, even though you had renounced me--I felt so sure of that.
Were you thinking of me down there in your ancient chateau, when Vallombreuse broke in upon your solitude ?" "My dearest Isabelle, by day I had only one thought--of you--and at night, when I kissed the sacred pillow on which your lovely head had rested, before laying my own down upon it, I besought the god of dreams to show me your adored image while I slept." "And were your prayers sometimes answered ?" "Always--not once was I disappointed--and only when morning came did you leave me, vanishing through 'the ivory gates.' Oh I how interminable the sad, lonely days seemed to me, and how I wished that I could sleep, and dream of you, my angel, all the weary time." "I saw you also in my dreams, many nights in succession.

Our souls must have met, de Sigognac, while our bodies lay wrapped in slumber.

But now, thanks be to God, we are reunited--and forever.