Then you were about to tell me all--the isolation of your life, the griefs of your heart.

You leaned upon my arm--upon this, madame! I felt, in bending my head toward you, your beautiful hair touch my cheek; and every time that it touched me I trembled from head to foot.

Oh, Queen! Queen! You do not know what felicity from heaven, what joys from paradise, are comprised in a moment like that.

Take my wealth, my fortune, my glory, all the days I have to live, for such an instant, for a night like that.

For that night, madame, that night you loved me, I will swear it." "My Lord, yes; it is possible that the influence of the place, the charm of the beautiful evening, the fascination of your look--the thousand circumstances, in short, which sometimes unite to destroy a woman--were grouped around me on that fatal evening; but, my Lord, you saw the queen come to the aid of the woman who faltered.