"Oh, God!" cried Helene, turning pale, "you have killed him, then?"
"No, no; thank God! Oh! Helene, what a heart, what a man is this regent! Oh, love him well, Helene; you will love him, will you not?"
"Explain yourself, Gaston."
"Come, and let us speak of ourselves; I have but a few moments to give you, Helene; but the duke will tell you all."
"One thing before all," said Helene, "what is your fate?"
"The brightest in the world, Helene—your husband, rich and honored. Helene, I am wild with joy."
"And you remain with me at last?"
"No, I leave you, Helene."
"Oh, heavens!"
"But to return."