Returning home, Felicie succumbed to a fit of tears.

She saw Chevalier once more imploring her in a despairing voice with the look of a poor man.

She had heard that voice and seen that expression when passing tramps, worn out with fatigue, on the high road, when her mother fearing that her lungs were affected, had taken her to spend the winter at Antibes with a wealthy aunt.

She despised Chevalier for his gentleness and tranquil manner.

But the recollection of that face and that voice disturbed her.