I knew from the tone of his voice that he had something to tell me about Madame d'O, and I was not anxious to hear it.

I shrank, as a wounded man shrinks from the cautery, from hearing anything about that woman; herself so beautiful, yet moving in an atmosphere of suspicion and horror.

Was it shame, or fear, or some chivalrous feeling having its origin in that moment when I had fancied myself her knight?
I am not sure, for I had not made up my mind even now whether I ought to pity or detest her; whether she had made a tool of me, or I had been false to her.
"She came up to the bed, you remember, Anne ?" Croisette went on.

"You were next to her.

She saw you indistinctly, and took you for her sister.