By nine o'clock Sabine was in her own room trying to grow accustomed to the thoughts of an interview with M.de Breulh-Faverlay.

She hardly closed her eyes all night, and felt worn out and dispirited by musing; but she never thought of evading the promise she had made to Andre, or of putting it off for a time.

She had vowed to lose no time, and her lover was eagerly awaiting a letter from her, telling him of the result.

In the perplexity in which she found herself, she could not confide in either father or mother, for she felt that a cloud hung over both their lives, though she knew not what it was.

When she left the convent where she had been educated, and returned home, she felt that she was in the way, and that the day of her marriage would be one of liberation to her parents from their cares and responsibilities.
All this prayed terribly upon her mind, and might have driven a less pure-minded girl to desperate measures.