Well," releasing her, "I swear to you by that God that I never saw Madame de Brissac; that I was far away from Paris on the nineteenth of February.

You have wantonly and cruelly destroyed the only token I had which was closely associated with my love of you.

This locket means nothing." He pulled it forth, took the chain from round his neck.

"You never wore it; it is nothing.

I do not need it to recall your likeness.