"Imagine that I loved her and hated her because—she at the same time planted both death and happiness in my heart."
"She?"
"Yes; concerning you."
"Me?"
"Listen, Martial." Then, interrupting herself, she added, "No, no. I shall never dare."
"What is it then?"
"I wished to ask something of you. I came to see you on this account; for when I left Paris I did not know that you were in danger."
"Well, speak."
"I dare not."
"You dare not—after what you have just done for me!"