"If he were to live, and you were to wed him and be daily in his company, I make no doubt your love might endure.

But if he were to die, or if he were to pass into banishment and you were to see him no more, you would mourn him for a little while, and then--Helas! it is the way of men and women--time would heal first your sorrow, then your heart." "Never, monsieur--oh, never!" "I am older, child, than you are.

I know.

At present you are anxious to save his life anxious because you love him, and also because you betrayed him, and you would not have his death upon your conscience." He paused a moment; then raising his voice, "Mademoiselle," said he, "I offer you your lover's life." "Monsieur, monsieur!" cried the poor child, "I knew you were good! I knew--" "A moment! Do not misapprehend me.

I do not say that I give it--I offer it." "But the difference ?" "That if you would have it, mademoiselle, you must buy it.