“Yes,” she answered, with another sob, which might have been an echo of the first. “And that is the worst of all.”
There was a pause, during which he looked down at the floor, and even trembled a little.
“I have done you more wrong than I thought,” he said.
“Yes,” she replied; “a thousand-fold more.”
It seemed as if there might have been more to say, but it was not said.
In a little while he roused himself with an effort.
“I am not a villain!” he said. “I can do one thing. I can go to Villefort—if you care.”
She did not speak. So he moved slowly away until he reached the door. With his hand upon the handle he turned and looked back at her.
“Oh, it is good-bye—good-bye!” he almost groaned.
“Yes.”