He carries on a workman's trade to supply funds to study his beloved art." Incautiously, Sabine had chosen the very means to wound this noble gentleman most cruelly, for her whole beauty blazed out as, inflamed by her passion, she spoke so eloquently of Andre and drew such a parallel between the two young men.
"Now, sir," said she, "do you comprehend me?
I know the terrible social abyss which divides me from the man I love, and the future may hold in store some terrible punishment for my fidelity to him, but no one shall ever hear a word of complaint from my lips, for----" she hesitated, and then uttered these simple words--"for I love him." M.de Breulh listened with an outwardly impassible face, but the venomed tooth of jealousy was gnawing at his heart.

He had not told Sabine the entire truth, for he had studied her for a long time, and his love had grown firm and strong.

Without an unkind thought the girl had shattered the edifice which he had built up with such care and pain.

He would have given his name, rank, and title to have been in this unknown lover's place, who, though he worked for his bread, and had no grand ancestral name, was yet so fondly loved.

Many a man in his position would have shrugged his shoulders and coldly sneered at the words, "I love him," but he did not, for his nature was sufficiently noble to sympathize with hers.