“I have done very wrong.”
“Hush! the blame is mine. But we will mend it—start afresh. He must be broken to my idea—learn my deserts before he sees me. I’ll trust to you to speak them, sweetheart, better than myself. We must not descend upon him with flags flying, daring his enmity.”
“You’ll not be long?”
“Yolande! do you doubt me?”
“I only doubt myself, Louis. If he appeals to me by all I owe to him!”
“You owe God your soul, Yolande.”
“Yes, yes. Pray to Him for me, Louis. I am so weak alone. Good-bye, Louis.”
“Au revoir, Yolande.”
She did not mend her term, however, and they parted. Cartouche turned his face away. When he looked again they were both gone—Yolande down the hill, Louis-Marie to the chapel.
“I have seen an angel,” thought the watcher. “Henceforth I am in love with chastity.”