Antoinette Moriaz ?" asked the abbe.
"I have sworn that she never shall know it," replied Samuel, in accents of the most humble contrition.

"Yesterday I had the unworthy weakness to betray myself.

_Mon Dieu!_ what must she have thought of me ?" As he spoke thus, his face buried in his hands, he slightly moved apart his fingers, and fixed upon the abbe two glittering eyes that, like cats' eyes, were capable of seeing clearly in the dark.
"What she thinks of you!" echoed the abbe, taking a fresh pinch of snuff.

"Bah! my dear count, women never are angry when a man swoons away because of their bright eyes, especially when this man is a noble chevalier, a true knight of the Round Table.

I have reason to believe that Mlle.