"Do you know what is my thought, Guiche? This is it—'I shall live more, being buried beneath the earth, than I have lived for this month past.' We are Christians, my friend, and if such suffering were to continue, I would not be answerable for the safety of my soul."
Guiche was anxious to raise objections.
"Not one word more on my account," said Raoul; "but advice to you, dear friend; what I am going to say to you is of much greater importance."
"What is that?"
"Without doubt, you risk much more than I do, because you love."
"Oh!"
"It is a joy so sweet to me to be able to speak to you thus! Well, then, Guiche, beware of Montalais."
"What! of that kind friend?"
"She was the friend of—her you know of. She ruined her by pride."
"You are mistaken."