I am no worse now, but I am still that; and I would not have your name pinned to mine on Paris lips.

Therefore, good-bye.

God forbid I should say more to you, or let you stay where foul tongues would soon malign you.' She looked at me in a kind of wonder; then, with a growing smile,-- 'It is too late,' she said gently.
'Too late ?' I exclaimed.

'How, Mademoiselle ?' 'Because--do you remember, M.de Berault, what you told me of your love-story under the guide-post by Agen?
That it could have no happy ending?
For the same reason I was not ashamed to tell mine to the Cardinal.

By this time it is common property.' I looked at her as she stood facing me.