Intriguers as well as downright knaves are often capable of experiencing moments of sincere and pure sentiments; in certain encounters every human being rises superior to him-or herself.

The upper part of Mlle.

Moriaz's face was shaded by her red hood, the lower part lit up by the moon, which was slowly rising above the hills.

Samuel Brohl contemplated her in silence; she seemed to him as beautiful as a dream.

During two entire minutes he forgot that she had an income of a hundred thousand livres, and that, according to all probabilities, M.Moriaz would die one day.