A thousand curses on that idiotic habit of yours of putting on paper not only your own secrets, but those of others." But at this remark Clinchain mounted his hobby.
"Do not talk like that," said he.

"Had you not committed the act, it would not have appeared in my diary." Chilled to the very bone, and quivering like an aspen leaf, Sabine had listened to every word.

The reality was even more dreadful than she had dreamed of.

There was a hidden sorrow, a crime in her father's past life.
Again the Count spoke.

"There is no use in recrimination.