“‘You?’ repeated I. Oh, I declare to you, Felton, I thought him mad!
“‘Yes, yes, I!’ replied he.
“‘Oh, leave me!’ said I. ‘Begone, if you do not desire to see me dash my head against that wall before your eyes!’
“‘Very well, it is your own doing. Till tomorrow evening, then!’
“‘Till tomorrow evening, then!’ replied I, allowing myself to fall, and biting the carpet with rage.”
Felton leaned for support upon a piece of furniture; and Milady saw, with the joy of a demon, that his strength would fail him perhaps before the end of her recital.
Chapter LVII.
MEANS FOR CLASSICAL TRAGEDY
After a moment of silence employed by Milady in observing the young man who listened to her, Milady continued her recital.
“It was nearly three days since I had eaten or drunk anything. I suffered frightful torments. At times there passed before me clouds which pressed my brow, which veiled my eyes; this was delirium.
“When the evening came I was so weak that every time I fainted I thanked God, for I thought I was about to die.