You are mad! I have told you the truth, and you will not believe it.

Well--on your head be it then, Mademoiselle.

I have no more to say! You will see.' And with that, without more, fairly conquered by her staunchness, he saluted her, gave the word to the sergeant, turned and went down the path.
The sergeant went after him, the lanthorn swaying in his hand.

And we two were left alone.

The frogs were croaking in the pool, a bat flew round in circles; the house, the garden, all lay quiet under the darkness, as on the night which I first came to it.
And would to Heaven I had never come that was the cry in my heart.