He saw her give a little start, and half turn round; but if this was an impulse to retreat, it was instantly suppressed; for the next moment she pursued her way.
Camille stood gloomy and bitter, awaiting her in silence.

He planted himself in the middle of the path, and said not a word.
She looked him all over, and her color came and went.
"Out so far as this," she said kindly; "and without your cap." He put his hand to his head, and discovered that he was bareheaded.
"You will catch your death of cold.

Come, let us go in and get your cap." She made as if she would pass him.

He planted himself right before her.
"No." "Camille!" "Why do you shun me as if I was a viper ?" "I do not shun you.

I but avoid conferences that can lead to no good; it is my duty." "You are very wise; cold-hearted people can be wise." "Am I cold-hearted, Camille ?" "As marble." She looked him in the face; the water came into her eyes; after awhile she whispered, sorrowfully, "Well, Camille, I am." "But with all your wisdom and all your coldness," he went on to say, "you have made a mistake; you have driven me to madness and despair." "Heaven forbid!" said she.
"Your prayer comes too late; you have done it." "Camille, let me go to the oratory, and pray for you.