“A prison! banishment!” shrieked Oliva.
“I, at least, intend to take precautions and hide myself.”
“You fear also?”
“Oh! will not this madman divulge my share also? My poor Oliva, this trick of yours will cost us dear.”
Oliva burst into tears.
“Oh!” she cried, “I think I am possessed of a demon, that I can never rest: just saved from one danger, I must rush into another. Suppose I confess all to my protector?”
“A fine story to confess to him, whose advances you refused, that you have committed this imprudence with a stranger.”
“Mon Dieu! you are right.”
“Soon this report will spread, and will reach his ears; then do you not think he will give you up to the police? Even if he only send you away, what will become of you?”
“Oh! I am lost.”