Conscience — Volume 3

This etext was produced by David Widger <widger@cecomet.net>
By HECTOR MALOT
As he did not reply to this cry of triumph, she looked at him in surprise. saw his face, pale, agitated, under the shock evidently of a violent emotion that she could not explain to herself.
What is the matter? she asked, with uneasiness.
Nothing, he answered, almost brutally.
You do not wish to weaken my hope? she said, not imagining that he could not think of this hope and of Florentin. This was a path to lead him out of his confusion. In following it he would have time to recover himself.
It is true, he said.
You do not think that what Madame Dammauville saw proves Florentin's innocence?
Would what may be a proof for Madame Dammauville, for you, and for me, be one in the eyes of the law?
However—
I saw you so joyful that I did not dare to interrupt you.
Then you believe that this testimony is without value, she murmured, feeling crushed.