Don't you know how to read ?" He read, and became stupefied.

Who would have believed that this trinket that he had found among his father's old traps had come to him from Princess Gulof?
that it was the price she had paid for Samuel Brohl's ignominy and shame?
Samuel was a fatalist; he felt that his star had set, that Fate had conspired to ruin his hopes, that he was found guilty and condemned.

His heart grew heavy within him.
"Can you tell me what I ought to think of a certain Samuel Brohl ?" she asked.
That name, pronounced by her, fell on him like a mass of lead; he never would have believed that there could be so much weight in a human word.
He trembled under the blow; then he struck his brow with his clinched hand and replied: "Samuel Brohl is a man as worthy of your pity as he is of mine.

If you knew all that he has suffered, all that he has dared, you could not help deeply pitying him and admiring him.

Listen to me; Samuel Brohl is an unfortunate man--" "Or a wretch!" she interrupted, in a terrible voice.