Your pride should be revolted at the sight of an unhappy woman casting herself at your feet and imploring your favour and protection.

One word from you, Robert, and I shall bless you every moment of my life: the memory of you will be graven in my heart like the memory of a guardian angel, and my children shall name you nightly in their prayers, asking God to grant your wishes.

Oh, say, will you not save me?
Who knows, later on I may love you--with real love." "I must obey my father," Robert replied, never lifting his eyes to the lovely suppliant.
The priest was silent.

Two minutes passed, and these four persons, each absorbed in his own thoughts, stood motionless as statues carved at the four corners of a tomb.

Marie was thrice tempted to throw herself into the sea.