Utterly fresh, and without experience, Sabine could not understand her new sensations.

Andre held, one night, a long converse with himself, and was at last obliged to confess that he loved her fondly.

He ran the extent of his folly and madness, and recognized the barrier of birth and wealth that stood between them, and was overwhelmed with consternation.
The Chateau of Mussidan stands in a very lonely spot, and one of the roads leading to it passes through a dense forest, and therefore it had been arranged that Andre was to take his meals in the house.

After a time Sabine began to feel that this isolation was a needless humiliation.
"Why can't M.Andre take his meals with us ?" asked she of her aunt.

"He is certainly more gentlemanlike than many of those who visit us, and I think that his conversation would entertain you." The old lady was easily persuaded to adopt this suggestion, though at first it seemed an odd kind of thing to admit a mere working man to her table; but she was so bored with the loneliness of the place that she hailed with delight anything that would break its monotony.