"There is no hope! There is no hope.

Take me home!" His house was not far off, and Claude, when he had a little recovered himself, assented, gave the tottering man his arm and supported him--he needed support--until they reached the dwelling in the Bourg du Four.
Still a wreck Blondel was by this time a little more coherent.

He foresaw solitude, and dreaded it; and would have had the other enter and pass the night with him.

But the young man, already ashamed of his weakness, already doubting and questioning, refused, and would say no more than that he would return on the morrow.

With an aspect apparently composed, he insisted on taking his leave, turned from the door and retraced his steps to the Corraterie.