And, in fact, his look of utter distress, the disorder of his garments, his livid paleness, and the sinister look of his eyes, showed plainly enough that a great misfortune had befallen him. In a voice whose agitation betrayed something more than the anxiety and the sympathy of a friend,
“What is the matter? What has happened?” inquired the girl.
“A terrible misfortune,” he replied.
He was hesitating: he wished to tell every thing at once, and knew not how to begin.
“I have told you,” he said, “that my family was very rich.”
“Yes.”
“Well, we have nothing left, absolutely nothing!” She seemed to breathe more freely, and, in a tone of friendly irony,
“And it is the loss of your fortune,” she said, “that distresses you thus?”
He raised himself painfully to his feet, and, in a low hoarse voice,
“Honor is lost too,” he uttered.