You hold in your hands his life and my honour; and you know also, M.de Berault, whether I believe that tale.' 'My God!' I cried.

And I stood looking at her until something of the horror in my eyes crept into hers, and she shuddered and stepped back from me.
'What is it?
What is it ?' she whispered, clasping her hands.

And with all the colour gone suddenly from her cheeks she peered trembling into the corners and towards the door.

'There is no one here.' I forced myself to speak, though I was trembling all over like a man in an ague.

'No, Mademoiselle, there is no one here,' I muttered.