Then let her take the consequences.

She willed to perish: let her perish! He did not acknowledge even to himself the real cause of offence, the proof to which she had put his courage, and the failure of that courage to stand the test.

Yet it was this, though he had himself provoked the trial, which burned up his chivalry, as the smuggler's fire burns up the dwarf heath upon the Landes.

It was the discovery that in an heroic hour he was no hero that gave force to his passionate gesture, and next moment sent him storming down the beetling passage to the Rue du Roule, his heart a maelstrom of fierce vows and fiercer menaces.
He had reached the further end of the alley and was on the point of entering the street before he remembered that he had nowhere to go.

His lodgings were no longer his, since his landlord knew him to be a Huguenot, and would doubtless betray him.