"Would I deceive you ?" "He said he would not return ?" "He said he would not return until to-morrow.

You had until to-morrow, he said." "And then ?" "He would come and bring the priest with him," Madame Carlat replied sorrowfully.
"The priest?
To-morrow!" Mademoiselle cried.

"The priest!" and she crouched anew with hot eyes behind the hangings of the bed, and, shivering, hid her face.
But this for a time only.

As soon as she had made certain of the respite, and that she had until the morrow, her courage rose, and with it the instinct of which mention has been made.

Count Hannibal had granted a respite; short as it was, and no more than the barest humanity required, to grant one at all was not the act of the mere butcher who holds the trembling lamb, unresisting, in his hands.