Don't come near me for a month." Edouard started up, white as ashes with mortification and wounded love.
"This is how you treat me for humbling myself, when it is you that ought to ask forgiveness." "Why should I ask what I don't care about ?" "What DO you care about ?--except that sister of yours?
You have no heart.

And on this cold-blooded creature I have wasted a love an empress might have been proud of inspiring.

I pray Heaven some man may sport with your affections, you heartless creature, as you have played with mine, and make you suffer what I suffer now!" And with a burst of inarticulate grief and rage he flung out of the room.
Rose sank trembling on the sofa a little while: then with a mighty effort rose and went to comfort her sister.
Edouard came no more to Beaurepaire.
There is an old French proverb, and a wise one, "Rien n'est certain que l'imprevu;" it means you can make sure of nothing but this, that matters will not turn as you feel sure they will.

And, even for this reason, you, who are thinking of suicide because trade is declining, speculation failing, bankruptcy impending, or your life going to be blighted forever by unrequited love--DON'T DO IT.

Whether you are English, American, French, or German, listen to a man that knows what is what, and DON'T DO IT.