Or you will see her fall, and fall beside her! Give her to him, I say--give her to him!" "My wife ?" "Wife ?" she echoed, for, fickle, and at all times swept away by the emotions of the moment, she was in earnest now.

"Is there a tie," and she pointed after the vanishing procession, "that they cannot unloose?
That they will not unloose?
Is there a life which escapes if they doom it?
Did the Admiral escape?
Or Rochefoucauld?
Or Madame de Luns in old days?
I tell you they go to rouse Angers against you, and I see beforehand what will happen.

She will perish, and you with her.

Wife?
A pretty wife, at whose door you took her lover last night." "And at your door!" he answered quietly, unmoved by the gibe.
But she did not heed.

"I warned you of that!" she cried.