But I shall quit it in a day or two, to-morrow perhaps--as soon as I know that your happiness is assured.

Oh! do not refuse my last request; let the light of your eyes shine on me for the last time; after that I shall depart--I shall fly far away for ever.
But if perchance, in spite of every effort, I fail, if the commander's jealousy should make him impervious to my entreaties--to my tears, if he whom you love should come and overwhelm you with reproaches and then abandon you, would you drive me from your presence if I should then say, 'I love you'?
Answer me, I beseech you." "Go!" said she, "and prove worthy of my gratitude--or my love." Seizing one of her hands, the chevalier covered it with passionate kisses.
"Such barefaced impudence surpasses everything I could have imagined!" murmured Quennebert: "fortunately, the play is over for to-night; if it had gone on any longer, I should have done something foolish.

The lady hardly imagines what the end of the comedy will be." Neither did Quennebert.

It was an evening of adventures.

It was written that in the space of two hours Angelique was to run the gamut of all the emotions, experience all the vicissitudes to which a life such as she led is exposed: hope, fear, happiness, mortification, falsehood, love that was no love, intrigue within intrigue, and, to crown all, a totally unexpected conclusion..