“Then you probably count upon Daniel’s return? Ah, believe me! do not indulge in such dreams. I have told you Daniel loves the Countess Sarah; and, even if he did not love her, you have been too publicly disgraced for him ever to give you his name. But that is nothing yet. Go to the navy department, and they will tell you that ‘The Conquest’ is out on a cruise of two years more. At the time when Daniel returns, if he returns at all (which is very far from being certain), you will long since have become Mrs. Elgin or Madame de Brevan, unless”—
Henrietta looked at him so fixedly, that he could not bear the glance; and then she said in a deep voice,—
“Unless I die! did you not mean that? Be it so.”
Coldly M. de Brevan bowed, as if he intended to say,—
“Yes, unless you should be dead: that was what I meant.”
Then, opening the door, he added,—
“Let me hope, madam, that this is not your last word. I shall, however, have the honor of calling every week to receive your orders.”
And, bowing, he left the room.
“What brought him here, the wretch! What does he want of me?”
Thus she questioned herself as soon as she was alone, and the door was ‘shut.’ And her anguish increased tenfold; for she did not believe a word of the pretexts which M. de Brevan had assigned for his visit. No, she could not admit that he had come to see if she had reflected, nor that he really cherished that abominable hope, that misery, hunger, and fear would drive her into his arms.