But, dear Angelique, I was jealous." "Jealous!" she repeated incredulously.
"I tried my best to overcome the feeling, and I hid my suspicions from you.

Twenty times I came to see you bursting with anger and determined to overwhelm you with reproaches, but at the sight of your beauty I forgot everything but that I loved you.

My suspicions dissolved before a smile; one word from your lips charmed me into happiness.

But when I was again alone my terrors revived, I saw my rivals at your feet, and rage possessed me once more.

Ah! you never knew how devotedly I loved you." She let him speak without interruption; perhaps the same thought was in her mind as in Quennebert's, who, himself a past master in the art of lying; was thinking-- "The man does not believe a word of what he is saying." But the treasurer went on-- "I can see that even now you doubt my sincerity." "Does my lord desire that his handmaiden should be blunt?
Well, I know that there is no truth in what you say." "Oh! I can see that you imagine that among the distractions of the world I have kept no memory of you, and have found consolation in the love of less obdurate fair ones.