She was seized by a fit of nervous laughter; she cried out: "Mme.

Brohl! I will not be called Mme.Brohl.

Ah! that poor Countess Larinski!" He had a spasm of rage that would have terrified her had she conjectured what agitated him.

He raised his head, crossed his arms on his breast, and said, with a bitter smile: "It was not the man that you loved, it was the count." She replied, "The man whom I loved never lied." "Yes, I lied!" he cried, gasping for breath.

"I drank that cup of shame without remorse or disgust.