"Maurice," said she, wringing her hands, "I will swear to do all that you require of me. Order, and I will obey."
"You will be mine, Geneviève?"
"I will."
"Swear it, by Christ."
Geneviève extended her arms.
"My God," cried she, "thou didst pardon one poor woman who had gone astray; I trust in thy mercy that thou wilt also pardon me."
And the great tears rained down her cheeks, falling upon her long hair hanging dishevelled on her bosom.
"Not thus!" said Maurice, "swear not thus! or I cannot accept that oath."
"O Heaven!" replied she, "I swear to devote my life to Maurice, to die with him, and if requisite, for him, if he will save my friend, my brother, my protector, the Chevalier de Maison-Rouge."
"'T is well: he shall be saved," said Maurice.